It is undeniable that there is such a thing as genius in this world.
According to Meng Qing, he had basically never played games before this summer vacation. During the summer vacation, a friend took him to an Internet cafe to play CrossFire for a while. But it only played for one afternoon.
CrossFire is a game that if you have CS skills, it is relatively easy to get started, but if you don’t have CS skills, this game is more difficult than any other game because people are constantly moving and you have to point a gun at them.
To hit, you have to hit the important part of the person to lose blood quickly, and it is even more difficult to achieve an instant kill with a headshot.
Although Zhao Gangjun didn't play Crossfire much, he was able to play Crossfire with ease thanks to his excellent reaction speed and marksmanship that he had learned in the hunter school.
Zhou Tongyan has been playing CrossFire for two years, and he is a junior college student. He thinks he has no rival in the dormitory except Zhao Gangjun.
In fact, when I first started the game tonight, there was really no opponent.
However, around ten o'clock in the evening, the situation changed.
Meng Qing completely got started with this game.
The headshot rate skyrocketed.
Except for Zhao Gangjun who was able to suppress Meng Qing in terms of combat skills, Zhou Tongyan had completely become a dead soul under Meng Qing.
Not to mention Wang Hao and Liu Lang, two people with negative records.
Although Zhao Gangrong suppressed Meng Qing steadily, he was still frightened by Meng Qing's talent.
CrossFire is not only about technology, but also about psychology and consciousness.
It only took Meng Qing one night to surpass Zhou Tongyan by a few steps, whether technically, psychologically or consciously.
This talent can almost be described as inhuman.
The whole dormitory was filled with the sound of gunfire.
At eleven o'clock, Wang Xiaoxiao came back from outside.
Still blushing and smelling of alcohol.
He didn't talk to anyone when he came back, and just fell asleep.
Zhao Gangjun and others naturally connected their headphones.
After playing until one o'clock, a group of people finally turned off their computers and prepared to go to sleep.
At this moment, Wang Xiaoxiao farted a few more times.
The fart was louder than yesterday, and Wang Xiaoxiao was awakened by the shock, but this time he chose to pretend to be asleep.
"What the fuck, Wang Xiaoxiao, it stinks! What did you eat at night and what did you fart!"
Zhou Tongyan shouted.
Wang Xiaoxiao rubbed her eyes, sat up from the bed, and said, "What did you say, Zhou Tongyan? Oh, it stinks, who farted? Meng Qing, is it you?"
"You put it there."
Liu Lang glanced at Wang Xiaoxiao and said, "It doesn't matter if you play it so loud, it still smells so bad."
"Definitely not me!"
Wang Xiaoxiao shook his head and said, "How could it be me? I'm sleeping."
"It's you and you have impotence, how about it?" Zhou Tongyan asked.
"Yang. Impotence is just Yang/impotence. It's definitely not me. I'm sleeping."
Wang Xiaoxiao said and lay down again.
"The humblest man is invincible."
Zhou Tongyan glanced at Zhao Gangjun.
Zhao Gangjun smiled.
This day is the last day for new students to register.
Zhao Gangjun got up early, and then took the car arranged by Huang Mao back to fj.
After being out for two days, there were some things at FJ that needed Zhao Gangjun to go back and deal with.
The biggest thing is what happened to the Fang Group.
Meizhiwei plans to open a food city in the capital similar to the one in SH. However, the water in the capital is much deeper than that in SH, and there are local gangsters like bandits in SH to help, so it is more convenient to do things. And the Fang Group
It doesn't matter in the capital.
Although Zhao Gangjun knew a few people in the capital, it was only when he was a child, and to be honest, Zhao Gangjun did not have a good relationship with those people in the capital.
Although Zhao Gangjun spent most of his time overseas when he was a child, he would occasionally return to the Zhao family in the capital to live for a period of time. At that time, Zhao Gangjun was thin and could not practice martial arts. Although he was known as the king of dudes in the capital, he fought against Zhao Gangjun at that time.
People in Taiwan have more than one hand. After all, the capital is a place where great people gather. Not to mention the children of the leaders of ministries and commissions, the grandchildren of the old people in Zhongnanhai are not the ones that Zhao Gangjun can easily bully. There are also those who are currently
Relatives of central leaders.
To put it simply, Zhao Gangjun did well in the capital before. He had many friends, many fair-weather friends, and many enemies. Although they were not big enemies, they would make you feel disgusted if they had the chance.
Therefore, Zhao Gangjun takes the matter of the delicious food city in Beijing very seriously.
“Beijing’s beautiful food city, this must be opened.”
At the headquarters of the Fang Group, Lin Xin sat next to Zhao Gangjun, leaning on the chair, crossing her legs, holding a pen in her hand, tapping the pen gently on the table.
Zhao Gangjun glanced at Lin Xin's thighs wrapped in black silk from time to time.
He was very surprised, why did Lin Xin's thighs have such magical power that made people unable to turn away from them?
Or is it just the charm of black stockings?
It's just that even if Huang Lingling and Guo Furong wear black silk, they don't have the magic power of Lin Xin.
"The capital is the economic and cultural center of our country. Only by establishing a firm foothold in the capital can our delicious food win better development opportunities. Doesn't it matter if we are in the capital? Let's go for it! I always believe that there is nothing in this world that we cannot escape.
The key to success is whether you run diligently or not."
After Lin Xin finished speaking, she glanced at Zhao Gangjun and found that Zhao Gangjun was staring at her thigh.
Lin Xin couldn't help but think of the floor-to-ceiling window on Mei Island that night.
Shoe prints on the ground.
There is also about Zhao Gangjun’s identity as Wen Changlin’s son.
Lin Xin suddenly felt a little slippery between her legs.
"The water in the capital is too deep."
Because this matter is of great importance, Hao Benfang was also called by Zhao Gangjun for a meeting. He said, "We have just gone public, financing is in progress, and the stock market is also very good now, so I suggest waiting for a while. As the saying goes,
We will wait until the Mei Zhiwei Food City over there has completely gained a reputation before going to the capital. The possibility of success will undoubtedly be greater."
"I also agree with Hao Benfeng."
Wu Yaoqin on the side smiled and said, "Our relationship in the capital is too shallow."
Lin Xin looked at Zhao Gangjun and asked, "What do you think?"
"I?"
Zhao Gangjun was surprised that Lin Xin would ask him what he thought. At this time, he was looking at his thighs and felt so good that he suddenly didn't know what to say.
"You are the chairman."
Lin Xin said and sighed, as if she was helpless that Zhao Gangjun was the chairman.
"Oh, my opinion is actually simple, that is, pros and cons." Zhao Gangjun said after a moment of silence, "If the pros outweigh the cons, then open it. If the cons outweigh the benefits, then don't open it. It's a very simple reason. I am a businessman."