Chapter five hundred and eleven professional gamers
"Since the points can't be cashed in anyway, I'll buy a blue suit for my brother."
Just when Zhang Feng was asking the ninth day of the Lunar New Year to give him two sets of game costumes with an eager look on his face, my cell phone rang, and it was Deng Deyou.
"I said, what did you do to that brat of mine? He smashed the computer keyboard, and now he goes out in a rage."
Chujiu grabbed the phone from my hand and told Deng Deyou with a smile, just keep monitoring his movements. As long as he is on the game, he will send a text message to tell himself, and don’t worry about other things, so as not to expose the sniper plan.
A businessman like Deng Deyou has absolutely no say in intelligence. From Chujiu’s words about sniper plan, he probably guessed what was going on. He casually asked Chujiu if he knew that boy was spending money in the game. Just now, his online banking account was every few minutes.
I received a consumer text message.
"I know a hammer!"
Chujiu hung up the phone with a guilty conscience and continued to play with the computer. It seemed that he was going to play another game Deng Deyou mentioned.
"Upgrading this game is very time-consuming. I happen to have an account that can guide you to upgrade."
Zhang Feng stared at Chujiu and opened the interface of the "QQ Fantasy" game. He said diligently that as long as Chujiu gave him a set of clothes, he could bring Chujiu to level 30 even if he didn't sleep tonight. It took him more than a week.
I have only reached level 30, and now I am at level 52, only 8 levels away from reaching full level.
Chu Jiu ignored Zhang Feng at all and skillfully selected the Guangdong server. The moment he entered the game, Zhang Feng's eyes almost dropped out of his head in surprise.
"Full, full level? The best assassin in Guangdong?"
Zhang Feng pointed to the system prompt message in the game window. For each player ranked first in each profession, the system will prompt the entire server after going online for all players to see. It has to be said that the designers of the game company are also taking great pains to make money.
"This game is a bottomless pit. How much money did you spend to become number one?"
Chujiu stared at Zhang Feng like an idiot. Only a fool recharged money. He had recharged a total of six yuan and had already earned it back.
"Impossible! This is a paid game. The service fee alone costs 40 cents per hour. I have already charged several hundred yuan in service fees after playing for half a year."
Regarding this point, I absolutely believe Zhang Feng. I often watch him play this game. The server will prompt the consumption record every hour, and 4 points will be deducted from the account.
Zhang Feng has been using phone bills to redeem points, and it is said that users have reached a level where they can consume first and then pay.
"In addition to spending money, playing games also requires brains and time."
Chu Jiu casually opened his backpack, which was full of purple equipment. When he saw the number of gold coins in the backpack, Zhang Feng almost drooled. You must know that one gold coin in this game is really worth one yuan.
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Seeing Chu Jiu's fingers scrolling rapidly on the keyboard, a line of small words was sent to the world channel in the game: Each profession has a purple outfit with 3 gold coins, first come first served, and the coordinates are Longcheng Airport.
Then Chujiu set up a stall at the teleportation point in the main city and started selling all the equipment in his backpack.
In Zhang Feng's extremely adoring eyes, Chujiu grinned, "Don't be envious, I'm just a legend." Then he minimized the game window and clicked on another popular casual game "Bubble Hall".
"You also play Bubble Hall? I play this too. I'll go back to the room and turn on the computer, and we'll compete."
"Don't play with rookies!"
"Damn! Betting or not, five yuan a hand?"
"Come on, come on, I'm waiting for you!"
Why is this plot so familiar? Isn’t this exactly the routine Zhang Feng told me about the son of Deng Deyou’s family on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year? He just said that he was stupid, and he was fooled by such an obvious provocation, so he jumped into the trap.
"Guo Guo, I'll treat you to a barbecue tonight, and Brother Feng will pay for it."
In a private room of a hot pot restaurant not far from the Jialing River, Deng Deyou's son Deng Ping sat with a group of young men and women dressed in non-mainstream attire.
"Master Deng, what's going on today? Lost fifteen games in a row?"
"Yes, boss, you are the most skilled among us."
Deng Deyou's son Deng Ping did not speak, his eyes secretly glanced at the sweet-looking girl sitting opposite him.
The girl realized that Deng Ping was looking at her and frowned slightly: "Deng Ping, I said that only the best dancers are qualified to be my boyfriend. Your performance today disappointed me."
Deng Ping hated people calling him by his first name. He liked to hear people call him Mr. Deng. He always felt that the name his father gave him was too tacky.
"Maybe it's because I didn't get a good rest yesterday, and the effect was exerted. I'm going to treat you to this meal today."
Deng Ping feebly made an excuse. His mind was filled with thoughts about that filthy cartoon character in the game. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. He picked up the beer glass in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.
"This is not about who is treating us, this is about the reputation of our family. Today many people have quit the family and gone to the second-ranked family."
Most of the people here are the rich second generation. Ordinary people have no right to torment themselves like this. At least everyone drives their own car here to eat.
"Now that the main members of the family are here, we will brainstorm and come up with a solution."
The sweet-looking girl spoke, and everyone expressed their thoughts one by one.
At the barbecue restaurant downstairs of the apartment, Zhang Feng was extremely depressed and asked the boss to bring three boxes of beer, plus three bottles of Erguotou. He insisted on drinking the beer back tonight.
Chujiu grinned, took out five hundred-dollar bills from his pocket, and counted them over and over again with a wicked smile on his face.
"Are you not good at counting? You counted five hundred yuan for half an hour."
"What I feel is the feeling of winning a hundred games. You won't understand."
Zhang Feng gritted his teeth and twitched the corners of his mouth. Chujiu's behavior was completely murderous and heart-breaking.
I slapped Chujiu on the forehead. I felt that after staying in Shenzhen for several years, this guy has become even meaner than before. At any time, people would hate him and want to slap him to death.
When the two of them were competing in the game, they actually threw me a blank piece of paper and asked me to record how many games Zhang Feng could lose.
From the beginning, I smiled and wrote the word "正" on the white paper one stroke at a time, until I couldn't laugh at the end. Zhang Feng was so disappointing. I originally hoped that he could clean up his situation.
On the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, I didn’t expect to lose until the ninth day of the Lunar New Year. I started to yawn out of boredom.
"Come on, come on, have a drink, I haven't had a drink like this in a long time."
Zhang Feng picked up the white wine glass in front of him and looked at me with some worry. I shook my head slightly. I will definitely not get drunk today. My brother is back.
"The first cup celebrates returning to my hometown on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year."
We were like the first time we drank, we clinked glasses once and drank up one glass of liquor and one glass of beer.
"On the ninth day of the lunar month, what are your plans? What kind of job are you looking for?"
“I don’t want to look for a job anymore, I want to be a professional gamer!”