Rebirth: I escort the male god

Chen Mozhi thought about it carefully, "It seems that there is not, but each branch has had dinner together privately. When they are not busy with competitions, they will also show some warmth and care. No wonder they didn't mention this."

"Look at the schedule and see if you have time recently to take them out. Besides, aren't you planning to bring in a lot of new players? Just do an ice-breaking operation or something, and then start a live broadcast. It will definitely be interesting." Huo Qiyan said.

After hearing this, Chen Mozhi gave a thumbs up and said, "Should I say it or not, it's you, Mr. Huo, who can think of such a trick. Okay, I'll see when I'm free and take them out. Do you want to go with Mr. Feng?"

"Tsk, we're not going. The boss is always despised. You guys just have fun by yourselves." Huo Qiyan said.

Chen Mozhi: "Really? Who dares to dislike our boss? Hahahaha."

"Go away. I don't want to bother with you."

"Okay, okay, okay, I won't be a light bulb, I'll leave now."

After Chen Mozhi left, Huo Qiyan wanted to continue playing games, but found that the background had been logged out, so he simply stopped playing and started watching short videos.

[What kind of bags do young people carry? Compression bags~]

[What kind of tables do young people carry? Excel tables~]

[Young people all have a house - breaking defense~]

[What path do young people take? —Received]

[What do young people eat — the pie drawn by the leaders]

The funny voiceover and the serious answer made Huo Qiyan so amused that he fell on the bed with laughter. Then he raised his phone and asked Feng Rucen, "Brother, do you know what circles young people are in?"

Feng Rucen looked at him helplessly, but still cooperated and asked, "What circle?"

“Dark circles! Hahahaha!” Huo Qiyan almost laughed like crazy. “Tell me, who is the person who came up with this joke? It’s so funny.”

Feng Rucen was afraid that he would laugh so hard that he almost choked, so he took the thermos cup beside him and walked over to him. "It's really interesting. You must be thirsty. Have some water."

Huo Qiyan took a few sips from his hand and didn't want to drink anymore. She continued to read the comments below, laughing from time to time.

Seeing that he was having fun, Feng Rucen didn't disturb him. He took the water cup and returned to his desk to continue processing the remaining documents.

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At the same time, in the Dingsheng Building, compared to the relaxed and cheerful GW, the training room of ZL was filled with smoke and chaos.

"You said it wasn't my fault. It was the assistant who refused to leave. You can blame me for being killed by the boss?"

"If you hadn't been so brave as to kill the big boss with only half of your health, would I have been killed by the dragon?"

"It's your fault! At the beginning of the game, I told you to pick a hero that can recover health, but you refused and chose to play a mixed character. If you hadn't affected my performance, would I have been able to play like this?"

"What the hell..."

ZL's coach was so angry when he heard them shirking responsibility. Finally, when he saw that they couldn't stop, he yelled, "Enough! I asked you to review the game, not to shirk responsibility!"

He tapped the screen vigorously and said in a loud voice, "You can find a mistake in every frame. You are really amazing. Not only do you not repent, but you even dare to shirk responsibility? Who gave you the courage?"

"I was right in the first place. As a C position player, shouldn't I go out and find the rhythm and wait for the other side to come to me?"

The coach had a terrible headache and regretted his decision. Why did he rush into ZL as a coach? These people relied on their beauty to stand out in various variety shows and programs. They were like uncles who could not be spoken to and had very bad tempers.

This was supposed to be a good training match, but it ended up being a terrible one, as they actually lost to the players from the second youth training team. If he told others about it, he would be too embarrassed to face it.

"You're nothing! You saw that we were holding the other team back, so you thought about stealing their wild monsters, but you got killed by them. If you keep playing like this, you'd better retire early to avoid causing trouble for us."

Seeing that they were about to quarrel again, the coach shouted, "That's enough, shut up!"

Rubbing his aching head, he asked the captain who had been silent, "How was the talk with the player I asked you to contact earlier?"

The captain was still a little confused when asked this question, and subconsciously asked, "Which player?"

The coach's face looked even uglier. "Don't tell me you forgot about me asking you to talk to Duo Meng about playing for him last week."

Recently, several players have neglected training and have not yet made it into the top 100 at the end of the season. The team's reputation is in jeopardy. He was thinking of finding someone to play for him, and then say that the players played on their own. But looking at the current situation, his words fell on deaf ears.

The captain made up for it awkwardly, "Well, I was recording a program recently and forgot about it. Sorry, I'll go ask him now."

"I remember your show is next week. What does it have to do with what I said last week?" The coach didn't believe him at all and was very disgusted with his attitude of not wanting to admit that he had done something wrong.

"You guys can train on your own. It's okay if you don't train. It's not me who will be embarrassed anyway."

After saying that, he slammed the door shut and left the training room. Not long after, Feng Ding received his resignation letter.

Feng Ding called the team manager over, pointed at the resignation letter on the table and asked, "Tell me, what's going on? Who is going to resign this month?"

The manager was also sweating profusely and didn't dare to meet Feng Ding's eyes.

"That...that..."

He threw the resignation letter heavily at the manager, and said in a bad tone, "Manager Mo, ah, Manager Mo, you are really capable. You made five new coaches resign in one month, and you are still safe and sound."

"Mr. Feng..." Manager Mo wanted to defend himself, but Feng Ding didn't give him a chance.

"Don't think I don't know what you did. I can turn a blind eye to things like embezzling team funds, bullying players you don't like, and giving backdoors to players you like. I only have one request of you, and that is to make the ZL Club famous for me."

"But what are you giving me in return now? Ah! In return, you are an arrogant player, you don't respect your fans, you are a male chauvinist, and you make your coach angry? Can you tell me how I should deal with you?"

Manager Mo was so frightened that his legs went limp and he fell to his knees on the ground. "Boss Feng, please listen to my explanation. I didn't mean it..."

"So it was intentional?" Feng Ding said lightly.

Manager Mo wanted to say no, but his mouth was covered tightly and he was dragged out, "Wuwuwu!!"

No, he can explain it, he really can explain it! Mr. Feng!

But Feng Ding didn't have the ability to read minds, so he couldn't hear what he was thinking at all.

He stood up from the ground, wiped the stain on his hands with some disgust, and said to Feng Liu, "Find a new manager. This time, I need to see ZL's performance."

"receive."