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On the second day after the competition, Song Mingyi went to the doctor who had set his bones.

The old doctor had already met Song Mingyi many times. When he saw him enter the office, he pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "Hey, I'm here for a follow-up visit."

Song Mingyi put down the case, sat down in front of him, and passed his hand to him.

The old doctor rolled down his sleeves, and touched Song Mingyi's index finger in front of him.He has rich experience, and he can tell how the bone has recovered just by touching it.

After stopping, the old doctor wrote something in the medical record in a smooth manner, and at the same time asked Song Mingyi with two purposes: "Recovery is good, are you still exercising?"

Song Mingyi can't understand his handwriting now, so he just nodded: "I've been practicing." She insists on playing DOTA every day, not only exercising her hands, but also practicing her skills.

The old doctor asked again: "How do you feel on a rainy day?"

Song Mingyi replied: "It hurts a little. I'm applying blood-activating ointment."

The old doctor squinted at him from behind his glasses: "Whose? Which brand?"

Song Mingyi showed him the purchase record from his mobile phone.It's a Thai brand.

"Oh, this, put it on, it's not harmful." After the old doctor finished speaking, he lowered his head and wrote something in the medical record, "I won't prescribe the medicine for you, you can just continue to recover like this. Find me as soon as possible, and if there is no problem, come back for a follow-up visit in a year." After speaking, he sent Song Mingyi away.

Song Mingyi walked down from the fifth floor of the hospital, passing the obstetrics and gynecology department on the way, and saw many couples in pairs, and women who were either in their arms or in their stomachs.He carefully avoided them and took the escalator to go downstairs.

After Song Mingyi went back, he went to Jiang Buyou first.

Jiang Buyou bought a new set of VR equipment, and was playing "Half-Life 2" in the office. There were various monsters appearing on the screen next to him, and one suddenly appeared from the corner, which made Jiang Buyou jump up in fright.

Song Mingyi sat on the sofa, waiting patiently.

When Jiang Buyou was so frightened that he was covered in cold sweat and couldn't continue playing, he took off his headgear and saw the person behind the sofa, so scared that he almost screamed.

"Damn—why are you sitting here so fucking silent! I thought—" It's weird!

Song Mingyi is very courageous, and he is not afraid of these things. He can play horror games without changing his face, so he doesn't understand why he is so frightened.

When he regained his strength, Song Mingyi told him the business: "I went to the hospital today, and my hands are almost fine."

This was a slightly abrupt sentence, which seemed to have nothing to do with the current situation, but Jiang Buyou quickly understood it.

He put down the things in his hand, walked around the table and drank a glass of water, and asked while propping the table with one hand, "Have you thought about it? Are you really ready to make trouble?"

Song Mingyi didn't just think about this matter, he planned it from the beginning.

"Watching Pioneer, PUBG, and King, three champions." He said, "These teams will continue with their current momentum, and it will be no problem for you to win three more championships next year."

His strictness over the past year was not only for achieving results, but also for establishing fixed rules and training patterns for the several teams under his command, ensuring that this effective method of achieving results would continue to work even after he left.

"It's time for me to prepare to win my championship," Song Mingyi said.

"You always have a plan." Jiang Buyou put down the water glass, sighed, and sat down on his gaming chair.

In fact, Song Mingyi told him about this matter first, and he was not surprised at all, but rather had a premonition that "this should be the time".

The Song Mingyi he knew was a person who was naturally suitable for the game. Letting him lead the team, although it cannot be said that he was overqualified, did cover up his brilliance a little.

"Have you found all of them?" Jiang Buyou asked him.

"Two people are missing, and I'm still looking for it. I know it well." Song Mingyi didn't hide his brothers for so many years.

Jiang Buyou nodded, didn't ask any more questions, just waved his hand, his expression still relaxed: "Go, go, you should have gone a long time ago."

Song Mingyi looked at him and understood that Jiang Buyou had allowed him to resign.

He let out a sigh of relief in his chest, as if the stagnation of many years had finally been undone, and his spine that had been entrenched for a long time relaxed a lot.When it came time to say goodbye, even though he had prepared for it, he was inevitably a little bit reluctant.

In the past few years, he has personally brought out three teams, and each of them has achieved very good results. The current BMG club has such achievements and influence, which is due to Jiang Buyou's management and his efforts.

He was grateful for Jiang Buyou's open-minded care, and wanted to go forward and give Jiang Buyou a hug like they did when they won the championship many years ago.

In the end, Jiang Buyou pushed him away: "Why are you doing it? Let me tell you, you don't want your salary anymore. I will use your salary to hire other coaches."

"Since I resigned, I definitely don't want my salary."

Jiang Buyou glanced at him: "Then you don't have to work, you just get paid? How can there be such a good thing!"

"Split?" Song Mingyi repeated with some doubts.

When BMG was established that year, Jiang Buyou did promise to give Song Mingyi a part of the equity, the ratio was lower than that of several major investors, which can be regarded as Song Mingyi's shareholding with labor force.

But the two of them never mentioned it again, and Song Mingyi didn't ask about it either.

"Don't you remember?" Jiang Buyou frowned at him, with contempt for people with dementia in his eyes, "Did you forget the letter I asked you to sign during OWL more than a year ago?"

Song Mingyi froze for a moment, trying to recall.

In OWL more than a year ago, the BMG club had just emerged. At that time, the club had just solved the problem of capital operation. Jiang Buyou has been a lot easier since then.

Song Mingyi remembered that after one day of training all night during the period, Jiang Buyou did bring over a contract the next morning, together with his employment contract, confidentiality agreement, etc., for him to sign. He only remembered that he saw nothing at that time. After the question, it was signed.

Now, from the corner of my memory, I pulled out the title of the contract that I hadn't remembered in time, and finally remembered that it probably had the word "equity" or "share" written on it.

Jiang Buyou really divided some of his shares in the BMG club.

Seeing Song Mingyi's face turned from bewildered to suddenly enlightened, Jiang Buyou beat his feet and chest immediately: "You don't remember!!! I reluctantly gave you shares, but you don't remember at all! Ah, I shouldn't have Here you are, you don’t remember anyway! Rounding it up, I lost a hundred million!!!! No, you have to give me the title of honorary agent even if you leave, or I will lose too much!”

His performance was extremely realistic, as if he really felt sorry for such a small share.

But Song Mingyi had known him for many years, had seen his courage when he set up the company, knew his cynical performance, and quietly left a retreat for himself.

——Regardless of whether he can win the DOTA2 championship again, he can still return to BMG as team manager.No matter how bad it is, he still has shares in the BMG club.

Song Mingyi was not moved, and regardless of Jiang Buyou's refusal, he still gave him a brotherly hug.

When the two parted, Jiang Buyou patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, play the game well, and give me the results. Otherwise, the manager who brought out the champion will not be able to win the championship himself, and let others look down on us BMG by talking about it. "

Song Mingyi felt much relieved, and joked with him: "No, I won the DOTA2 championship first, and then formed a King, OW, PUBG, and LOL team to snatch all your championships."

Jiang Buyou was right: "Then you are also the shareholder and manager of BMG, how can I win the championship for nothing! You may make a steady profit, but I will definitely not lose!"

After the words fell, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Before leaving, Jiang Buyou recommended someone to Song Mingyi, a player from the club next door who was about to retire, called Xia Benchi, whose ID followed his real name, X·BMW.

The opponent is considered a mainstay in his team, but due to various reasons, he just missed out on the championship.If he waited any longer, he would pass the golden age of a professional player.

It just so happened that the contract between him and the team was about to expire, so he got in touch with Jiang Buyou through various connections.

As soon as he said the name, Song Mingyi could immediately recall the player's information and past performance.

"I've considered him too." Song Mingyi said frankly, "But I haven't contacted him, and I don't know that his contract has expired."

Jiang Buyou pushed Xia Benchi's social account over.

When leaving, Song Mingyi didn't say goodbye to the team members under him.

He is not good at dealing with these parting scenes, and there will always be a chance to meet again in the future, so there is no need to say anything now.

After leaving the club, Song Mingyi dug out a list from the notepad on his mobile phone, and looked for someone according to the ID on it.

This notepad writes all the C positions he has observed for a long time. These IDs come from a wide range of sources, including passers-by, anchors, active professional players, and even professional proxy hitters.

After many comparisons, he spent two or three days observing, and finally crossed out all the others, leaving only the name of a professional player and the ID of an unknown anchor.

He happened to have the contact information of that professional player in his hand. After he made contact, he made a phone call with the other party, and the other party said that he needed a little time to think about it.

Although it is best to find an experienced professional player, it does not rule out the case of a master among passers-by.

So after hanging up the phone, Song Mingyi clicked on the ID of the live broadcast, and found that the other party happened to be live, so he sent a private message.

[Hi, I'm Song Mingyi, are you interested in playing DOTA? 】

The author has something to say: I am sleepy today, I am short, I will work overtime tomorrow, there is a high probability that there will be no update, see you on Saturday, my friends