Tang Chen was completely dumbfounded.
He stared, wide-eyed.
His gossiping heart was blazing…
Yet he didn’t dare make a sound.
Seriously?!
He already knew just how formidable President Yin was.
Who in their right mind would dare ask him anything?!
Besides…
Tang Chen sneaked several glances at that coat.
Wait a second—is that his Zong Ge’s coat?!
He really, really wanted to know!
When the BZ team members saw this model-like man walk in, they were momentarily puzzled.
Did he come to the wrong place?
The next second, all of them froze as their manager, Xie Ge, spoke.
“What are you still standing there for? Go greet President Yin!”
BZ Team Members: ???
BZ Team Members: Who? What Yin? What President? What… Yin, President Yin??
Almost instantly, the same thought flashed through all their minds:
Could this seriously be the legendary life winner?
Rich? Fine.
Young too? Fine.
Rich, young, and ridiculously handsome?! OMG!!!
For a moment, the entire BZ base seemed to transform into a lemon orchard.
The air was practically saturated with the scent of lemons.
Xie Liu: ?
Are these brats trying to get themselves killed?
They can’t even be roused to greet their golden benefactor?
Are they quitting already?!
Zhuo Fan, who had some sense, reacted first and hurried forward to greet.
“Hello, President Yin!”
The other dozen or so members finally snapped out of it and shouted together.
“Hello, President Yin!”
“Thank you for your hard work, President Yin!”
“We serve President Yin!”
Xie Liu nearly laughed in disbelief.
“Say what nonsense you want!”
Serve President Yin? Fine, then bring home his ultimate goal this year—the championship!
Yin Chen looked at the team with a slightly speechless expression.
At that moment, it felt like he was attending a military parade.
“President Yin!”
Tang Chen, having psychically prepared himself, fluttered over like a delicate butterfly.
Seeing him, Yin Chen’s mind briefly flashed to those cheap knockoff drinks.
He paused for a second, then patted Tang Chen on the shoulder, speaking earnestly.
“Try harder. As long as you win the championship for the team, I’ll cover every soda you drink for the rest of your life.”
So… maybe skip the knockoff sodas.
Also… five degrees Celsius?
Truly a sobering thought.
…
Tang Chen’s cheerful little face froze.
QUQ Please, don’t mention the dark past!
How could this world have such a shady businessman making fake sodas?!
QAQ Normally, I just grab things and go…
Who knew I’d get such a cheap knockoff!
Tang Chen tried to stay strong, barely holding back tears.
Fine, I’ll drink Sprite from now on!
…There’s probably no “Bi Xue,” right?
Wait, what? So unoriginal.
Yin Chen felt a twinge of regret but let Tang Chen slide.
He turned to Zhuo Fan.
“You said you were worried ZWG fans might target our BZ team?”
Zhuo Fan, suddenly called out, panicked and nodded instinctively.
Tch, pathetic.
Zhang Taining, sitting nearby lazily, chimed in.
“Not worried—he already has been attacked by those fans. He used to stream occasionally like us, but lately he hardly dares to appear live. As soon as he does, he gets flamed. Poor guy.”
He finished speaking, only to notice the strange looks from everyone.
Zhang Taining blinked. Why are they all staring?
Zhuo Fan caught on first, looking at Zhang Taining excitedly, giving him goosebumps.
“What? Speak properly! I only follow instructions!”
No matter how many eons he used his eyes, he still couldn’t understand what this guy was saying!
Tang Chen snorted.
“You do care about others, huh?”
For someone who constantly swears, turns out he’s not entirely heartless.
Zhang Taining paused, realizing, then flushed with embarrassment and anger.
“I’m not caring! I was checking his skills! He’s a teammate. If his sniper really sucks like those idiots say, how am I supposed to compete?!”
Who said he was caring about Zhuo Fan!
“Mm, mm, mm. Go on.”
I understand myself.
Tang Chen nodded earnestly.
“What did you just say?”
Yin Chen’s face suddenly darkened.
The BZ team members, already intimidated, went silent.
They looked at Zhang Taining with cautious, wary eyes.
Zhang Taining froze, then felt a little wronged.
He straightened his neck. “I said I’m not caring! Can’t I just not care?!”
So tsundere.
Dead tsundere.
Tang Chen marveled internally.
Never thought his mortal enemy would be such a tsundere. Who’d believe it if not seen with their own eyes?
Still…
Tang Chen peeked at Yin Chen’s gloomy expression, wondering if he was angry.
Then he glanced at the pitiful Zhang Taining.
Sigh.
Tsunderes always get the short end of the stick.
Zhang Taining saw Yin Chen’s face didn’t lighten, even looked worse, and stubbornly refused to soften.
Xie Liu, sensing the awkward tension, tried to smooth things over.
“President Yin, don’t get worked up over kids. Zhang Taining, can’t you speak properly? We know you care about Zhuo Fan, but President Yin doesn’t. Can’t you just say it nicely?”
Zhang Taining pouted stubbornly.
“I don’t care about him.”
Zhuo Fan, seeing how things spiraled, was bewildered.
He opened his mouth to speak but had no idea what to say.
After a while, Yin Chen turned to Xie Liu, displeased.
“This kid? And you’re just letting him be?”
What is wrong with this Xie Liu?
After all the trust he’d placed in him!
Xie Liu froze.
Huh? How far does he want me to intervene?
Yin Chen sighed.
“Didn’t I say Zhang Taining isn’t allowed to swear? Isn’t that in the contract?”
Zhang Taining froze.
Xie Liu gawked.
Tang Chen snorted.
“Ha! Of course it’s written! Come on, Zhang Taining, fine, deduct money!”
Tang Chen, ever the troublemaker, egged him on.
Zhang Taining’s frustration burst out; he lunged for him.
“Deduct! I’ll never let you take my money! Hmph!”
“Tch! Who believes you? You’ll cave eventually!”
Tang Chen dodged nimbly, not buying it for a second.
The two tussled while Xie Liu finally breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Phew! Just this? Almost gave me a heart attack!
“Why?”
Yin Chen looked at him with a faint smile. “You think I’d bother with a kid like him?”
Xie Liu wiped sweat.
“No, no! Of course not! President Yin, you misunderstood!”
“Is that so?”
Yin Chen’s gaze sent shivers down Xie Liu’s spine before he looked away.
Oh well.
Not very entertaining anyway.
He regretted slightly. Zong Cheng’s reaction was far more amusing.
These people seemed way too afraid of him.
Zhang Taining promptly paid the fine, and Xie Liu gathered everyone into the training room for an internal match.
Yin Chen didn’t interfere at all.
He just sat in a slightly loose coat, observing.
Why? Probably because it was just a routine internal match.
He was somewhat disinterested.
It didn’t seem as fun as playing PUBG with Zong Cheng at night.
His gaze drifted… and Tang Chen happened to be in front of him, so Yin Chen’s eyes lingered.
Ahhhhh!
Why is he staring at me?!
Tang Chen, while picking up an M4, quietly whimpered inside.
Did he notice me looking at his coat?
But… I care so much! QUQ
So… is President Yin wearing my Zong Ge’s coat?
I want to ask but I’m too scared… I’m such a coward… QAQ
Before noon, Tang Chen’s thoughts were in a loop.
He swiftly eliminated an enemy sitting directly opposite him.
“Damn!”
The guy cursed silently.
Missed the chance to perform in front of the golden benefactor!
His three teammates grabbed their rifles and rushed over.
Though the youngest, Tang Chen was the local sharpshooter. Three against one? No problem.
Zhuo Fan, on Tang Chen’s team, saw the kill notification, grabbed an M16, jumped in a jeep, and sped over.
Tang Chen had just gone 1-for-2 and fallen to the ground.
Without hesitation, Zhuo Fan took down the third enemy.
Zhang Taining and another teammate, further away, were stunned.
What? Already over?
Instinctively, they all turned to look at Yin Chen.
This match was way too fast!
Not entertaining at all! Would the golden benefactor even be satisfied?
Tang Chen secretly peeked too.
But unlike the others, he wasn’t watching the benefactor’s mood—he was watching for gossip.
“…Tang Chen.”
Zhuo Fan, nervous, poked him.
“Hm?”
Swallowing, Zhuo Fan asked cautiously.
“Can… can you check if President Yin is staring at me?”
???
Dangerous thought!
Tang Chen declared righteously, “You’re overthinking!”
Zhuo Fan: Ah!
“Really not?”
Tang Chen, serious: “Why would I lie?”
Zhuo Fan relaxed and turned away.
A second later…
He turned back, stiff-necked, looking ready to cry.
“You said not?! He just took a picture of my face with his phone!”
Tang Chen typed a question mark?
Then gasped.
He examined Zhuo Fan—slim, ordinary, weak!
No way… does President Yin like this type?
Better to like my Zong Ge!
“By the way, you’re Zhuo Fan, right?”
Yin Chen’s lazy voice rang out.
He swirled his phone. Calm, deliberate.
“I’ll add a few clauses to your contract. You’ll work a bit longer. In exchange, those online attacks? The Yin Corporation legal team will handle them.”
“Holy crap! Really?!”
Zhang Taining exclaimed, regretting it immediately.
But no one had time to care—
Everyone else was screaming internally, “Holy crap! What kind of god-tier benefactor is this?!”