"Ningdong-Yinhai high-speed train R1218 will enter the station in five minutes. Passengers getting off the train please be prepared." The sweet voice of the flight attendant echoed in the carriage.
"We're finally here." Nie Fan stretched out, packed his luggage and prepared to get off the bus. This was his first time leaving Ningdong.
He is eighteen years old, about 1.75 meters tall, and his appearance is not particularly outstanding, but his face has sharp edges, a straight nose, moderately thick lips, short black hair, a hint of toughness in his handsomeness, a straight body, and agile movements.
, giving people a decisive and capable feeling, which is a bit inconsistent with his age.
"Young man, are you a soldier?" an old man wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt asked with a smile.
"Uncle, it used to be, but not now. I came back after two years of military service." Nie Fan smiled lightly.
"No wonder. I also served in the military back then, in the 27th Brigade of the Air Force, but I'm old now." The old man looked reminiscing.
Nie Fan understood the mood of this old man. When people get old, they always like to recall the past. However, Nie Fan did not have time to listen to what he said slowly. He put his backpack on his back and said, "Master, it's time for me to get off the car."
"Haha, okay, young man, have a nice trip."
Nie Fan picked up a thick notebook next to the bed of the sleeper. It contained about a few hundred pages and was very worn. When he saw the notebook, he felt a trace of sadness in his heart. It was given by his mother before he came to Yinhai.
It was given to him. It was said to be the only thing his father left to him. It was such a thick notebook and the font was very small. There were at least millions of words in it. He didn't have time to read it all, so he just took it with him.
The train stopped smoothly. Nie Fan dragged his trolley case out of the carriage and looked around. This was his first time in the city of Yinhai. As he walked along, the marble-paved ground was crystal clear, and there was not a trace of garbage in sight.
The station is very spacious and clean. Nie Fan used to live in a remote small city. When he suddenly came to such a bustling metropolis, he felt a little uncomfortable. No matter what, he wanted to settle down here first.
There are billboards lined up inside the station, promoting a virtual game called Sword of Dictatorship, which will be launched in public beta throughout the federation in three days. Along the way, the advertisements for Sword of Dictatorship can be described as overwhelming.
In this era of extremely abundant material conditions, virtual games are one of the most important pastimes for people, because entering a virtual game is equivalent to entering another world of time and space, releasing the oppression in real life and looking for a different life. Federation
According to previous statistics, the coverage rate of virtual games has reached 89%, and the consumption of countless players in games every year has also reached an astonishing level.
Nie Fan had played several virtual games before, but he had no special talent and could only be considered an ordinary player. Later, due to various reasons, he stopped playing.
Follow the flow of people towards the exit of the station. Some large TV screens in the station are broadcasting news about major studios recruiting professional players. The top fifty studios in Silversea are all recruiting skilled players with high salaries.
Professional players are fully prepared for the war, ready to enter the Sword of Dictatorship. The phenomenon of poaching between studios has also become more and more intense, and the value of those top-ranked professional players has doubled.
Nie Fan often pays attention to the news. Since there are so many people playing virtual online games now, those expert professional players are treated as well as celebrities, with annual league bonuses, advertising endorsements, and various sponsorships. Their income is very amazing. Nie Fan remembers that when he was a child, he
His father was once a very famous professional gamer, ranking third in China, and he was very popular for a while. However, when he was twelve years old, his father suddenly stopped being a professional gamer and owed a large amount of debt.
As a result, the family fell into poverty. Three years later, his father died in a car accident, and Nie Fan and his mother fell into immense grief.
Since then, Nie Fan seemed to have suddenly grown up, started to take on housework, and dropped out of school to work early. Why didn't he want to hide under the wings of his parents like other teenagers of 17 or 18 years old? However, sometimes, he had to
Learn to take responsibility.
While he was deep in thought, he unknowingly reached the exit of the station and was interrupted by a clear shout.
"Hey, are you Nie Fan?"
Nie Fan followed the sound and couldn't help but his eyes lit up. He saw a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old walking over. She was not very tall, only about 1.6 meters tall, but she had a slim figure. She was wearing a short yellow skirt.
Against the background, a kind of graceful charm appears, with a head of black hair falling down like a waterfall, straight down to the waist, a delicate face with melon seeds, pink cheeks and white cheeks, and a pair of clear soul under the thick eyelashes.
Her penetrating eyes and lively expressions cannot conceal her playful personality that she deliberately hides.
"I am Nie Fan, are you...?" Nie Fan didn't know how the beautiful woman in front of him knew about him. He was a little dazed for a moment, and then asked after a moment.
"You don't remember me?" The girl glanced at Nie Fan angrily, her slightly pursed lips were as clear as jelly, but then she rolled her eyes, as if she had thought of something, and there was a trace of unobvious pride on her face.
Squinting her eyes, her smile was like a ray of sunshine in winter, giving people a warm vitality.
As Nie Fan listened to her words and looked at her expression, a long-lost memory emerged from his mind. The outline of her cheeks looked a bit familiar. Nie Fan suddenly said in surprise: "Are you Lin Xinyan?"
"You finally remembered." Lin Xinyan raised the corners of her mouth and looked at Nie Fan with a smile.
"Uncle Lin isn't here?" Nie Fan asked doubtfully. He thought it was Uncle Lin who picked him up.
"My dad is on a business trip. Let's go. My dad said that he will let you stay at my house for a while." A mysterious smile flashed at the corner of Lin Xinyan's mouth. You kid has finally come to my territory. Let's see how I repay my childhood.
One shot of revenge!
Nie Fan dragged his luggage and followed Lin Xinyan. Looking at the graceful figure in front of him, he was still immersed in an unreal feeling.
His memory of Lin Xinyan only stopped when he was six or seven years old. Their parents were family friends, so the two families had contact from time to time. However, at that time, he and Lin Xinyan were not very enemies and often fought. Later, Nie Fan's family moved
When they arrived in Ningdong, the two families moved around less. Uncle Lin would only go to Ningdong once or twice during the holidays. He didn't expect that the ugly girl who was naughty and fond of scratching people with her nails would be so beautiful now.
I don't know how many people I have charmed in the school. You can see it by looking at the passers-by who stopped and looked in this direction.
Nie Fan couldn't help but sigh, time flies by so fast.
"Uncle Lin is out, wouldn't it be a good idea?" Nie Fan took a few steps to catch up and said hesitantly.
"Apart from my house, where else can you go?" Lin Xinyan rolled her eyes at Nie Fan. When did this brat become so polite? When he was young, he was never soft-hearted when he snatched his own toys.
"I'm sorry to bother you and uncle, but when I find a job, I will definitely rent it out as soon as possible." Nie Fan didn't want to be dependent on others all the time.
"Are you going to find a job here instead of continuing to study? What kind of job are you going to do?" Lin Xinyan asked in shock. She remembered that Nie Fan was the same age as herself. He should still be in school at this age. She had heard from her father before
When she said Nie Fan was coming here, she thought he was planning to transfer here.
"I can do many jobs, such as waiter, security guard, or bodyguard," Nie Fan said.
"Yinhai has long popularized intelligent robots. Waiters and security guards have no chance of you. As for bodyguards, you? Forget it." Lin Xinyan smiled and looked at Nie Fan, who was 1.75 meters tall.
Wearing a loose jacket, he looks a little thin, which is incompatible with his burly figure. His figure is simply not good enough for others.
"I have done all these jobs, and my confidence is no worse than others." Nie Fan knew what Lin Xinyan was thinking when he looked at her eyes. He smiled and explained that his last job was to be a bodyguard for a wealthy businessman.
The employer was very satisfied, but when Nie Fan found out that the employer had dealings with ***, he decisively quit his job.
Lin Xinyan glanced at Nie Fan in surprise, and suddenly remembered that her father seemed to have told her a few years ago that Nie Fan dropped out of school and started working at the age of fifteen. He must have suffered a lot in these years, and then think about his superiority.
I was talking about my life so heartlessly just now that I couldn't help but blush, and said apologetically: "Just now...I'm sorry."
"It's nothing." Nie Fan smiled calmly. He knew that Lin Xinyan meant no harm.
Nie Fan had changed a lot. Lin Xinyan originally wanted to tease Nie Fan after he came over, but now she slowly stopped thinking about it.
Nie Fan noticed the change in Lin Xinyan's attitude and raised his eyebrows slightly. He did not need sympathy from others. Thinking about the pitiful seven hundred yuan in his wallet, in the bustling metropolis of Yinhai, I am afraid that
Even one week's rent was not enough, so he had to live in Lin Xinyan's house temporarily. Uncle Lin was willing to take him in. He kept this kindness in his heart. He did not believe that he could not find a job. After finding a job, he would be able to work in this place.
Establish a foothold in the city and repay this kindness when the time comes.
As they talked, they had already left the station. Lin Xinyan walked to a red Lamborghini, opened the door and said, "Get in the car."
"Is this car yours?" Nie Fan asked in surprise, looking at the red Lamborghini in front of him. It had perfect lines, bright luster, and a hint of wildness in its stunning appearance. It really suited Lin Xinyan.
"Yeah." Lin Xinyan started the car skillfully.
Nie Fan was silent for a moment, then opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.
The red Lamborghini roared away.
"Nie Fan, are you interested in becoming a professional gamer? My cousin's studio is recruiting people. You can go there and try." Lin Xinyan suddenly thought of something and asked Nie Fan while driving.
"Professional gamer? I might not be able to do it." Nie Fan shook his head. He seemed to have no talent for playing games.
"No one knows it at the beginning. You can try it. The Sword of Dictatorship will be activated in three days. If you miss it, you will have no chance." Lin Xinyan encouraged excitedly, "Even if you are a professional production player, you don't need to
No matter what skill you have, you can earn a relatively good income. In the beginning, there is only a basic salary, and when you do well in the future, you will receive additional bonuses."
"Okay, I'll give it a try." Nie Fan thought for a moment and agreed. Seeing how excited Lin Xinyan was, it was hard to refuse. After all, she also had good intentions. Even if she was just a low-end professional player, it would still be better than just being a low-end professional player.
It's better if he can't find a job. I heard that professional gamers can do it at night and it doesn't conflict with his day job. In this case, he can find two jobs. He doesn't want to live in Lin Xinyan's house all the time. Professional gamer is a good try.
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"Great, my cousin is short of manpower, so I'll call him right now." Seeing Nie Fan agreeing, Lin Xinyan happily dialed the number and said, "Uncle Nie was ranked among the top three in China at the time.
Master, Nie Fan, I believe you can do it too."
"I hope so." Nie Fan looked at the scenery passing by quickly, and his thoughts drifted into the distance. Unexpectedly, he had followed his father's old path again. He wanted to know that his father rushed to the third place in the professional rankings.
How did I feel at that time, what happened, and finally I had to quit sadly.
Silver Sea, 16th floor of Xuan Gong Building, headquarters of Wings of Wind Studio.
"Brother, he is the Nie Fan I told you. How do you think he is?" Lin Xinyan took Nie Fan into an office familiarly and introduced him while looking at a young man behind the desk.
The man was about twenty-six or seventeen years old. He was wearing a formal suit. His height could not be seen from where he was sitting. His eyebrows were somewhat similar to Lin Xinyan's. His expression was solemn and he looked capable and steady. He was Lin Xinyan.
My cousin, Lin Quan, is the boss of Wings of Wind Studio. Wings of Wind Studio once ranked among the top twenty in China, and Lin Quan is also a legendary figure.
Lin Quan looked at Nie Fan with sharp eyes and nodded: "You are Nie Fan. I heard my uncle talking about you. You just arrived in Yinhai today, right?"
"Yes." Nie Fan nodded calmly.
"Although you were brought here by Xinyan, if you want to join the Wings of Wind, I must first know something about you. I will ask you some questions and you will answer them truthfully."
"Well, okay." Nie Fan said. Lin Quan gave him a little pressure invisibly, but fortunately he had been in society for several years, so he didn't appear nervous.
"Have you ever played virtual games before?"
Nie Fan nodded: "I have played."
"What have you played?" Lin Quan continued to ask.
"Prehistoric times, the legend of Enzes, faith..."
"How many levels have you reached?"
"Fifty-seven, fifty-one, one hundred and twenty-one."
"The level is too low." Lin Quan shook his head. Such a level cannot be called a master level at all, not even an intermediate level. "Have you ever practiced auxiliary professions?"
"No." Nie Fan shook his head honestly, thinking that this job was probably dead.
Sure enough, Lin Quan shook his head, leaned back on the chair and said: "It seems that you haven't played many virtual games. It remains to be seen whether you can reach the level of professional players. Under normal circumstances, we will not recruit such people at will.
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After listening to Lin Quan's words, Nie Fan nodded to express his understanding. What the other party said was indeed the truth. After all, the studio is a profit-making organization. If the employees recruited cannot help them make profits, then why recruit them?
When Lin Xinyan heard what Lin Quan said, she immediately became anxious. She quickly poured a cup of tea, brought it to Lin Quan, and said coquettishly, "Brother, just accept him. Uncle Nie loved me back then, and he
He once reached third place in the professional player rankings in China. Believe me, his son will definitely be good." Knowing Nie Fan's current situation, she was kind-hearted and naturally wanted to help Nie Fan.
"I know this." Lin Quan glanced at Lin Xinyan helplessly and said with a smile, "I haven't finished speaking yet. What I said before was about the general situation. Let's do this, Nie Fan, with your current strength, join the work
It is impossible to be inside the studio. As for how much potential you have, it remains to be seen. For the time being, we will arrange for you to be a peripheral member. You only need to complete the tasks assigned by the studio every month. We will not restrict your freedom.
As long as you complete the task, you can do whatever you want at other times. If your level and skills are above the standard, you can become an internal member. If you are unable to complete the task, then you have no choice but to leave. The salary is two thousand yuan per month, which is generally
In some cases, there will be bonus income after three months, ranging from a few hundred to tens of thousands."
Nie Fan had already wanted to give up, but Lin Quan finally decided to keep him. It was probably because of Lin Xinyan's face that he accepted him. A job with a salary of 2,000 yuan was already very good for him.
He said, "Thank you."
Lin Quan said: "You're welcome. Anyway, the peripheral members are dispensable to the studio. Whether you can stay or not ultimately depends on yourself."
The word "dispensable" is a bit harsh, but the reality is that it is true. Unless Nie Fan can prove his worth, he will not be underestimated.
"Thank you, brother!" Lin Xinyan smiled and rolled her eyes, looking particularly playful and cute.
Lin Quan scraped Lin Xinyan's nose and said: "You girl, the sword of dictatorship is about to be opened. I will be very busy for a while. As long as you don't come to cause trouble, I will be satisfied."
"Don't worry, brother, I understand." Lin Xinyan smiled and made a face at Nie Fan.
"Okay, you go out first, I still have something to say to Nie Fan." Lin Quan patted Lin Xinyan's head.
Lin Xinyan looked at Lin Quan and Nie Fan doubtfully, wondering what Lin Quan was going to say to Nie Fan. She hesitated and nodded: "Okay, I'll go out first." She turned around and went out.
