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Zuo Zhengyi had just woken up and was a little confused. All the sentences he had heard hadn't been arranged in a normal logical order for him to think about. He first extracted a key point: WSND offered to renew the contract and wanted to keep him. .

It made him happy.

Zhou Jiankang asked, "How many years do you want to continue?"

"I don't know." Zuo Zhengyi was wearing pajamas, sitting on the edge of the bed with a pillow in his arms, and looked at Zhou Jiankang who was sitting on the chair.Obviously he had no idea in his mind, so he asked back, "What do you think?"

Zhou Jiankang said: "I had a rough talk with Mr. Xu. He thinks that you can refer to your current contract for the specific terms and raise the annual salary up. But I want to ask your own opinion."

"..."

What opinion can Zuo Zhengyi have?He doesn't care about these things at all.

His current contract was signed last summer. It is a 1+1 model, that is, a one-year contract plus a one-year automatic renewal-if the player wants to leave after one year of signing, or the club wants to sell, he will enter the transfer market.If there is no objection from both parties, it will be automatically renewed for one year.

Zuo Zhengyi has already signed for a full year, and the automatic renewal of the contract was triggered only a few months ago. As of today, the remaining time of the contract is less than one year.

So, even if he doesn't talk about it today, he will have to talk about a new contract with WSND by the end of this season at the latest.

The focus of the contract is nothing more than two, one, time, and two, money.

Zuo Zhengyi's current annual salary is 400 million.

In terms of his skills and reputation, this is not high, even a little low.

But high or low depends on how you compare and who you compare with.

When he signed 1+1 last year, he just came out of the youth academy and he was considered a rookie.From a rookie's point of view, 400 million is already an astronomical figure. WSND treats him very well, but there are many players who can't earn 400 million in their lifetime.

But today is different. In just one year, Zuo Zhengyi has shined in the middle lane. Now he is one of the best star players in the EPL. It would be a bit shabby to send him another 400 million.

So the first thing to do when renewing the contract is to raise the salary.

Zhou Jiankang stared at Zuo Zhengyi, saw his bewildered face, and said helplessly, "You really don't know what to do, you don't even like money?"

"I like it." Zuo Zhengyi said, "But how much is too much? It's almost enough, and I can't spend it all."

Zhou Jiankang looked at him like a fool, and said in surprise, "Do you know how much the house price in Shanghai is? How dare you say 'you can't spend it all' with a mere 400 million annual salary?"

Zuo Zhengyi: "..."

Ok.

But he didn't plan to buy a house in Shanghai.

In fact, he wants to return to Tanzhou Island to live after retiring. 400 million is enough to spend a lifetime.

However, he is only 19 years old, and it is too early to think about things after retirement.

"How much are you going to raise for me?" Zuo Zhengyi asked in order to show his love for money, "What about the live broadcast contract? Has there been any change?"

When asked this question, Zhou Jiankang finally felt that he was not too stupid and would focus on the key points.

Of course Zuo Zhengyi wasn't stupid, he just didn't care too much.

He knew that Zhou Jiankang and he were not in the same position when it came to discussing contract renewal.The club is not a charitable organization, and it is impossible for him to make a random price.

Even if Zhou Jiankang wanted to get better treatment for him, he still had to consider the interests of the club. Moreover, the leader of WSND was Xu Zongping, so Zhou Jiankang was at most a middleman, and his power could be big or small.

Whether it is big or small, what he said, did, and played in it, Zuo Zhengyi has no idea.

But he believed in Zhou Jiankang.

"Oh, it's up to you to decide." Zuo Zhengyi became a little impatient, "I'm so hungry, I want to eat."

"..."

Zhou Jiankang choked up, and said angrily, "You want to run away after just a few words, no—sit down for me!"

"Okay." Zuo Zhengyi reluctantly sat back on the side of the bed.

Zhou Jiankang made a long story short: "The live broadcast contract has not changed for the time being. The club still takes 20.00%. If you have an idea, you can raise it and we can discuss it. The annual salary will be raised to 800 million, and the time limit... Mr. Xu means to continue for three years, you What do you think?"

"Well, I'm fine with that."

In Zuo Zhengyi's view, there is no essential difference between continuing for three years and continuing for 30 years, and he does not intend to leave WSND.This is nothing more than the issue of a new contract that can raise the salary, but he feels that 800 million is not too little.

Zhou Jiankang nodded: "Then I'll ask the legal affairs officer to draw up a draft and show it to you later. If there is no problem, I will report to the alliance."

"Okay, you go."

Zuo Zhengyi was so hungry that his stomach was growling, and he quickly pushed him away.

After Zhou Jiankang left, he immediately went to wash and change his clothes, and was ready to go downstairs for dinner.

At this moment, the phone vibrated, and there was a new WeChat message.

Judgment: "Are you up? Good morning."

Zuo Zhengyi yawned and replied as he went downstairs.

End: "It's already noon, are you a pig, or do you think I'm a pig? :)"

Decision: "I'm a pig :)"

Jue: "Kiss, how about you? I miss you again after seeing you for one night."

End: "Mmmmm, kiss."

Decision: "?"

Jue: "Why are you so easy to talk about today?"

End: "I'm happy :)"

Judgment: "What is so happy?"

At this time, Zuo Zhengyi walked to the second floor. Several teammates had already sat down in front of the computer. He was the last one today.

He went to the first floor to get something to eat, and when he shuttled between the first, second and third floors, he scanned the entire base, mainly looking for Zheng Mao.

Found it, Zheng Mao didn't go on strike today.

This fellow was busy in the coach's office on the first floor. Aware of Zuo Zhengyi's gaze through the glass wall, he raised his head and looked at Zuo Zhengyi.

— even laughed a bit.

As expected of Zheng Buqun, no matter what he thinks in his heart, he is a little more polite on the surface.

Zuo Zhengyi couldn't learn his hypocrisy, but it wasn't easy to show him face, so he had to smile stiffly as well, trying to make it a smile to wipe away all grievances.

If you don't obliterate, you have to say something else.

Zuo Zhengyi returned to the training room on the second floor, sat down in front of his seat to eat, and continued to chat with Ji Jue.

He took food in one hand, and poked the screen with the other hand to type, his movements were slow and a bit funny.

Fu Yong glanced at him and said, "Hey, isn't this brother End, the world's number one mid laner who renewed his contract today? I haven't seen you for a few minutes, why is he disabled?"

Zuo Zhengyi didn't raise his head: "You're quite well informed about the news."

Fu Yong was used to scolding each other with him, and he was already immune to his attacks. He approached with a smile, and asked in a low voice: "My buddy, let me know, how much did Zhou Jiankang increase your annual salary?"

"none of your business?"

"I want to raise too." Fu Yong grabbed his sleeve and shook it coquettishly, "He makes a lot of money and saves money for his wife. Brother End, please say something nice to me and tell Mr. Zhou that I want to raise too." Salary, okay? Okay!"

"Ouch—" Zuo Zhengyi almost spat out his breakfast, "Please speak humanly."

Fang Zihang laughed wildly at the side, and said sarcastically, "The price of pork has dropped recently, do you still want to increase it?"

Fu Yong was immediately annoyed, picked up something and threw it at Fang Zihang.

Zuo Zhengyi's eyes widened: "Fuck you, my mouse!"

"Bah, you already have an annual salary of tens of millions, and you still care about a mouse?" Fu Yong said bitterly, "The pattern is small."

Zuo Zhengyi rolled his eyes at him: "The tens of millions in your dream?"

"No? How much did Jiankang pay you that week?"

Zuo Zhengyi didn't answer directly: "You guess."

In WeChat, Ji Jue was also asking.

Decision: "Why did you suddenly renew the contract?"

Decision: "How about the annual salary?"

End: "800 million."

Decision: "?"

Decision: "Only 800 million?"

End: "What is only?"

Judgment: "Brother, why are you so stupid? There are several first-line EPL players with an annual salary of tens of millions. You don't know what level you are?"

End: "..."

End: "I'm not short of this money."

Judgment: "It's not a matter of money, it's a matter of how WSND treats you."

End: "Don't sow discord."

Decision: ":("

Zuo Zhengyi didn't like to listen to what Ji Jue said, so he didn't reply, and turned his attention back to his teammates.

Fu Yong and Fang Zihang were also chatting.

Annual salary is a hot topic, players like to communicate in private, information spreads to each other, there are a lot of gossip.

Only Zuo Zhengyi didn't pay much attention to this aspect.

"At least 1000 million, right?" Fu Yong's guess coincided with Ji Jue's, "I heard that ten million is a hurdle, and you can only be considered a big-name player if you exceed ten million. Our Brother End will definitely count."

Fang Zihang said: "Speaking of this, do you know? SP also renewed a new contract for Kaihuang this year. It is said that the annual salary is more than 2000 million. The live broadcast contract is still calculated separately, and SP does not take a cut."

"Gaihuang" is Feng Can's nickname.

Feng Can was a well-known game anchor back then, and the live broadcast contract could be sold for a sky-high price, which was much more than he earned as a professional.

SP not interfering with his live broadcast contract means that most of the benefits have been transferred to him.

Zuo Zhengyi was stunned for a moment.

Although he said he didn't care about money, but——Ji Jue was right, it didn't seem to be a question of money, but a question of how WSND treated him.

"..."

Zuo Zhengyi's mood suddenly became a little depressed, as if he had been poured a basin of cold water, his skin was wet and cold, but his throat was dry and he couldn't speak.

He really never cared about these messy things before.

WSND is his home, like a warm dream.

But now, for some unknown reason or when, he was forcibly awakened from the dream, opened his eyes, and entered a real world with interpersonal conflicts and interest calculations.

Worst of all, he had no choice but to learn to adapt.

How to adapt?

Or just don't worry about it and renew the contract normally according to the process.

Or... can it continue?

Zuo Zhengyi sighed, no matter what Ji Jue's last message was, he gave up contextual interaction and unilaterally used Ji Jue as a punching bag.

End: "So annoying, annoying, annoying, you are so annoying! I want to hit you :("