cry one let me see

It was already eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening when Song Mingyi saw the penalty notice from the competition organizing committee.

At that time, he had just finished talking to Xia Benchi about his contract with the original team, and discussed a suitable and feasible method and procedure for terminating the contract.

When he hung up the voice call to check the messages, he saw a series of messages from RE.

[screenshot]

[Teacher Song, did you see it? ?Why was God Ruan punished? ?My Ruan God is more wronged than Dou E, right? ? ]

After 10 minutes, RE sent another message: [Mr. Song, can you ask the referee team what's going on? ]

Song Mingyi zoomed in on the screenshot download sent by RE, and was a little surprised by the result, but not too surprised.

He moved his thumb hanging on the screen, and the muscle memory he had formed pulled out the encrypted folder in the album before he could react.

Song Mingyi looked down and saw a photo of Ruan Jun with teardrops on the cover.

That appearance made him throbbing uncontrollably, but he didn't dare to let himself throb like this.

Song Mingyi closed the album with his backhand.

He knew that when there is no official evidence to prove that anyone in this team buys spinach, it is the safest choice to make a uniform punishment.Although Ruan Jun was also punished, his popularity and performance are obvious to all. If he applies to the tournament organizing committee for a review, it shouldn't take much effort to allow him to return to the battlefield.

Song Mingyi thought of this when he decided to report, and realized that he could still testify for Ruan Jun at that time.

But now that Ruan Jun is suspended, it is not unrelated to his report on T-lion. Will Ruan Jun...have opinions on himself because of this?Or even blame yourself for meddling?

Thinking of the invitation to play DOTA from Ruan Jun that hadn't been answered just now, Song Mingyi looked down at the dialog box in front of him, pressed it, and called out the keyboard.

"You now……"

He just typed three words, and then deleted the words in the dialog box.

On the other side of the network, Ruan Jun, who was pinching his phone in a daze, suddenly saw the place where the note was originally displayed, and suddenly displayed "The other party is typing..." before he could look carefully, that status disappeared again and returned to the note.

Even though he waited for another ten or twenty minutes, he did not receive a single message.

The monitor in front of him had already entered sleep mode. In the huge room, there was only one desk lamp emitting a soft, warm yellow light, but it couldn't dispel the night in Ruan Jun's eyes.

Sure enough, he saw the message but didn't want to reply.

Ruan Jun stared blankly for a while, then canceled his account and switched to the trumpet that he just used to add Song Mingyi's friends.

Song Mingyi didn't send a message to Ruan Jun after all, he found Jiang Buyou from the friend list, and expressed to the other party that Ruan Jun was suitable for poaching.

Then he opened a new group, including Xia Benchi, Ruan Jun's trumpet, Ju Rui, Chu Huang, and Zuo Kai, who always came to look for him before, into the group.

[This is the coach @朱眀]

Not long after Song Mingyi's news was sent out, everyone in the group replied "Hi Coach" and "Hello Yishen".

Ruan Jun hid these replies, and under the trumpet, copied a copy of their question mark and sent it out.

Song Mingyi briefly introduced to them the current formation of the team, and then briefly summarized the treatment and some things that the players should care about, and finally left a sentence "We will talk about it when we meet another day."

Because on the other side, he received a reply from Jiang Buyou: "I think this player can be dug. Can you contact him? What does he mean?"

Song Mingyi thought for a while, and formed a group, including Jiang Buyou and Ruan Jun into a three-person group.

[This is the owner of the BMG club @江江江, this is Ruan Jun @黑君. ]

Jiang Buyou's message was sent out soon: [My King's team still wants to find another player, are you interested in joining the BMG club? ]

However, his message is destined to not get a quick response.

In another group, Song Mingyi has led the group members into a new topic, suggesting that everyone go online and start to adjust their positions first. If there is no problem, he will mainly solve the problem of contracts for everyone next. Although Ruan Jun didn't say a word, he cooperated very well, and didn't even think of logging in to the tuba to take a look.

This run-in is two hours.

During the two hours of running-in, Jiang Buyou and Song Mingyi among the three groups did not wait for Ruan Jun's reply, but Jiang Buyou was not idle for a while, and when he sent a message to Song Mingyi, it was just a few chat screenshots. tossed over.

The screenshots are full of chat records between Jiang Buyou and the former T-lion boss. The two of them are like discussing the price of cabbage in a vegetable market, and they finalized Ruan Jun's transfer price in minutes.

This is the cheapest transfer fee among all the members of the BMG team.

Without him, after Ruan Jun was on the penalty list, few teams were willing to wait for him for two years and raise him for nothing. Now he is the last cabbage left in the basket, and a big T-lion came. The boss is willing to sell.

The boss turned out to be a rich second generation who took money and invested casually. Jiang Buyou's family happened to have some friendship with his family, so the matter was settled like this.

At a price of 20, I bought a permission from the owner of T-lion to resell Ruan Jun's contract.

Even Song Mingyi had to accept that this deal was really not a loss.

Anyway, there was nothing on the large account that Ruan Jun needed to pay attention to, so he simply used the small account, and when he remembered to check WeChat, it was due to the phone call from the original club owner the next day.

This rich second generation made a professional team with a scandal of cheating and buying spinach and fake matches. The news spread to his family circle, and the elders in the family told him that the speed of light was over, and everything that should be dismissed was dismissed.

He couldn't wait until the next day to call Jiang Buyou and ask, "Are you done? When will Ruan Jun be taken away? I'm going to withdraw the base, or next month will have to pay the rent."

Jiang Buyou was holding the chopsticks in his hand and pawing the rice: "I want to be anxious, but I can't contact him, and I don't reply to his messages. Hey, you are his boss, why don't you ask him."

On the other side of the phone, he scratched his head irritably: "Have you ever seen a boss take the initiative to ask employees: Oh, do you want to change jobs? I don't want face..." Speaking of this, I probably feel that I don't have any face, and I don't care about it. No matter how shy, he sighed and said in a hoarse voice, "Forget it, wait for me to ask!"

Then I hung up the phone and called Ruan Jun. As soon as the other side got connected, he said straight up like a firecracker: "That's right, Ruan Jun, I'm Mr. Zhao, and I've already given up your contract to BMG Club, pack up and go, I will clear the base next week, hurry up!"

After speaking, I hung up.