"Stingy?"
Even though Wang Yu was inexperienced, he had never heard of an invitation having such a meaning.
Seeing Wang Yu's expression, Mu Zixian smiled helplessly and explained, "Professional teams receive round-trip tickets, and their food and lodging are free. We only have one ticket."
"F * ck!"
Hearing Mu Zixian say this, Wang Yu finally understood.
Meow, they were both contestants, but the gap was a little too big.
There was a saying, "Don't worry about poverty, but worry about unfairness."
Even though they were all amateurs, the difference between them and professionals was so obvious that it made people unhappy. This was blatant discrimination.
But thinking about it, the slogan of the Pro League was that everyone could participate. But ask yourself, whether it was the players who went to watch the competition live or the players who watched the competition at home, they were all aiming for the pro players. Other than their friends, who would care about those amateurs?
Clearly, this slogan was for everyone to participate, but in reality, it was a fake business. In the end, everyone knew what the position of amateurs was.
Even if amateurs went on stage, in front of these pro players, they would at most be a punching bag. They would let the pro players fight a few beautiful matches, and at the same time, let the audience have an appetite.
One ticket to buy a professional sparring partner, where else could they find such a deal?
But even if everyone knew this, being able to fight against pro players was also a dream for many players. If they could win a match, wouldn't they become famous?
Everyone had a utilitarian heart. In general, one was willing to fight, and the other was willing to suffer. Otherwise, why would those guys at Quanzhen be so resistant to this?
Only a super strong gamer like Wang Yu would take the invitation seriously and dream of winning the championship. If it were any other amateur player, they would all know what their position was.
And because of this, Mu Zixian wasn't surprised at the invitation in Wang Yu's hands.
Amateurs … … Letting you go on stage is already a blessing, don't think too much about it.
Fortunately, Wang Yu was still relatively optimistic. Although he was very unhappy with the organizers' behavior of not putting amateurs in their eyes, when he thought of competing against experts, Wang Yu temporarily endured it.
After all, regardless of whether they were professional players or amateurs, everyone spoke with their strength. It was only natural that they would be ignored if they were incompetent.
Wasn't it just paying for their own expenses? Anyway, they didn't lack that bit of money … When selling gold coins, they could just avoid the transaction tax a few more times and earn it back.
Of course, Wang Yu was not the only one who was depressed. After logging in the next day, Quanzhen's group did not seem to be in a good mood. Obviously, they had also received an invitation yesterday.
The nickname of this group of bitches was "Desperate to Take Advantage of Others, Rather Die Than Suffer a Loss". Being treated like this, their moods were naturally not too good.
Especially Mingdu, who knocked on the table and cursed, "F * ck! This Longteng Company's business is so big, but they're actually so stingy that they actually sent me an invitation. "
To Place One's Pride also echoed, "That's right, I'm so far away from Western Shu, and I have to ask for leave to play a match. How dare they not reimburse me for my food and accommodation. That's too much!"
Famous Sword Daoxue even made a small abacus out of nowhere. After a series of calculations, he finally came up with the bill, "Even if there are only twelve of us going, with the consumption level of Lin Hai City, it's still not a small amount."
"F * ck, I only have fifty yuan a month as pocket money. This time, thank you for your help, brothers. Next time, I'll make up for it when I earn money." Chun Xiang made a fist and palm salute to everyone bitterly.
"Sigh …"
Everyone lowered their heads and sighed. No one knew whether they were mourning for the miserable Brother Chun or feeling depressed because they had to pay for the match.
Only Wuji looked indifferent, as if he was thinking about something.
Seeing that everyone was so depressed, Wang Yu thought for a while, stood up and said, "How about this, I'm the captain of the team. How about I pay for the match this time?"
The match was originally proposed by Wang Yu, and the ultimate goal was also for Wang Yu's interests.
From the beginning, Wang Yu had made up his mind to pay for it himself.
However, hearing Wang Yu's words, everyone said, "Old Cow, what you said is a slap in our faces! Who here lacks this little money? It's just that you feel unbalanced. "
"That's right! The team belongs to everyone. Why should Uncle Niu pay for it himself? "
"Then … what should we do?"
Wang Yu also knew that these guys would not be polite to him. Hearing everyone's words, Wang Yu was also at a loss.
There was no other way. Making Quanzhen unable to take advantage of them was definitely more painful than killing them. A group of lunatics was quite scary when they were entangled.
"Haha, a bunch of idiots!"
Just as Wang Yu and the rest of the Quanzhen people were feeling indignant, Wuji suddenly laughed.
"Oh? Idiot boss, do you have any objections? "
Everyone retorted without holding back.
Wuji ignored everyone's mockery and said calmly, "No objections, but I have a piece of news to tell you."
Everyone was stunned when they heard that, then said, "Say it."
Wuji smiled and said, "I just talked to a sponsor. He will pay for the match this time!"
"Sponsor?"
Once Wuji said that, everyone's faces crumbled. Holding back a mouthful of blood, they said, "We're an amateur team, and there's someone sponsoring us?"
Sponsors were the financial groups behind professional teams.
After all, in this era where entertainment was paramount, the advertising effect of competitive stars was no lower than that of singers and movie stars. Signing professional experts to sponsor them was also a common thing.
However, Quanzhen was just a motley crew. As for their reputation, there was no need to talk about it. Quanzhen's infamy was a compliment.
Someone actually dared to sponsor a battle team formed by a bunch of street rats? Was this person's brain not working well?
"Of course!" Wuji glanced at Wang Yu and said matter-of-factly, "Who asked us to have the strength? The boss said that we will definitely win this time, so he sponsored us."
"Meat eaters are despicable. Who has the foresight to know that we have the strength?" everyone asked in puzzlement.
Sponsors had always looked at benefits and results. It seemed that this sponsor had some professional foresight to be able to sponsor an unknown team so confidently.
"Do you still need to ask?" Wuji smiled and said, "Of course it's the big boss of Evildoers Run Wild … He said that we should not let the goodies flow into the fields of others. It's much more stable to bet on us than on others. I think it makes sense, so I agreed."
"Uh …"
Everyone was speechless for a moment. Their gazes landed on Wang Yu again, and they said meaningfully, "Niu Ge, your brother is more suitable to do business than you."
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