So the lesson here is—when taking sneaky screenshots, always mute your phone!
That thought flashed through Yin Chen’s mind, and he gave an awkward little smile.
Wrong frequency. He’d been reading too many silly stories lately, he mused blankly.
But now… what should he do to make the situation less embarrassing?
Yin Chen thought earnestly.
As a domineering CEO, he’d seen countless grand scenes. But this was the first time he felt genuinely challenged.
The main reason? Zong Cheng was truly a good person.
Genuine, sincere, heartfelt.
Lin Yuhan was a good friend, yes, but his level didn’t even compare to Zong Cheng’s.
Images of Zong Cheng serving him exquisite ingredients, carefully cracking crabs and peeling shrimp, flashed through Yin Chen’s mind, forming one clear conclusion: give Zong Cheng a way to save face.
…
Alright, time to try.
Yin Chen thought for a moment, then looked at Zong Cheng with a calm expression.
“No worries, you can take the screenshots freely. Our employees at Yin Corporation have been doing the same lately; I’m used to it.”
This should make Zong Cheng less embarrassed, he hoped sincerely.
After all, he himself had screenshotted Zong Cheng’s photos and felt no shame—he even wanted to take a few more.
?
Zong Cheng’s body, already tense, now had his heart nearly frozen.
Yin Corporation’s employees often took secret photos of Yin Chen?
He could barely breathe. How many opportunities had he missed before? How many enemies did he even have?
Ah…
Yin Chen noticed Zong Cheng’s dazed expression and, for once, felt a trace of doubt.
Even after all that, Zong Cheng still blushed?
After less than five seconds of awkward eye contact, Yin Chen had an epiphany.
He turned the camera, voice sincere:
“Let’s continue watching the match!”
BZ and DF had some internal disputes, but it didn’t affect DF’s extremely rich resources and plentiful throwables. Tang Chen and Zhang Taining barely had a chance to pull teammates.
Even with grenades and Molotovs raining down, they used their last bandages and were taken out on the spot.
Zhuo Fan held his position with the DP-28 and 2x scope, taking two kills but was eventually run over by DF’s car.
After the round, a three-minute break gave the players a chance to regroup, all wearing grim expressions.
Three minutes later, Tang Chen and Zhang Taining returned to their seats, Zhuo Fan followed, not looking great, and the last official teammate was practically scowling.
DF’s team fared even worse.
Looks like their team had some issues.
Yin Chen tapped the screen, eyes shifting elsewhere.
Coincidentally, it seemed not just his team had problems.
He patted his conscience.
A golden opportunity—if he didn’t try to poach someone from DF, it’d feel wrong.
As the saying goes, one should return a favor.
“…What are you looking at?”
“Of course… scouting for future talent,” Yin Chen blurted out instinctively.
He slowly looked down, locking eyes with Zong Cheng on the screen.
Zong Cheng froze. He had gone numb to everything today, replying out of instinct.
“You want to poach someone from DF?”
Yin Chen nodded decisively.
“No choice. I recently realized I have too much money, so I need to figure out ways to spend it.”
He propped his chin, considering how much to offer DF’s San Yue.
Before that, he’d have his lawyer check why San Yue initially refused BZ’s favorable offer. Was it insufficient terms or the big villa not enticing enough?
But first…
Yin Chen stood and scanned the non-playing BZ members.
The unplayed members shivered!
They felt a wave of immense pressure—Yin Chen towering over them like a mountain, suffocating.
It was CEO Yin!
Their minds flashed through images of pigsties and earthen houses, looping in their heads.
Grass!
They shivered, staring at the four active teammates with deadly focus: “Take down DF! Take down DF! Take down DF!”
Zhang Taining shivered. Tang Chen almost inhaled his cola through his nose. Zhuo Fan appeared calm but sneezed thrice.
The last member? Yin Chen didn’t even look. He was satisfied.
Especially when his gaze passed to Dongfang Wan—he was even more pleased.
In the next three rounds, BZ, fueled by morale, beat DF 2:1.
Throwing his phone aside, Tang Chen hugged Zhang Taining, crying with joy.
“We don’t have to sleep in the pigsty anymore!”
Zhang Taining was happy too but glared at him:
“Happy all you want, but stop pinching my jerky!”
Tang Chen shrugged:
“Who knows if I’m dreaming? I’m checking if it hurts!”
Zhang Taining gave in. Winning, even if not making them sleep in a pigsty, was better anyway.
Yin Chen nodded in satisfaction. Not because the earthen house was now a museum’s historical site.
Meeting Dongfang Wan briefly, Yin Chen turned smartly, carrying Zong Cheng hidden upstairs.
“Dongfang Wan… wants to poach you?”
?
He glanced at the two distant black dots, genuinely impressed.
“Your eyesight could easily make you an astronaut.”
“…”
Zong Cheng murmured, “Not really…” Mainly guessing.
“No problem. Just one bad apple in the bunch. By the way, let’s go poach Dongfang Wan.”
Yin Chen placed the phone in his chest pocket, camera facing outward so Zong Cheng could see.
DF’s players were already in vehicles, except San Yue, tidying up the training hall.
He kept his head down, looking vulnerable from afar.
Yin Chen approached.
San Yue still kept his head down.
Suddenly, a faint female voice came from a phone on the desk.
Yin Chen glanced.
“This is your sister?”
San Yue startled, turning to see Yin Chen, stammering.
“G-Greetings, CEO Yin…”
“? What CEO Yin? You’re practicing with that team we invited before?”
The voice on the phone suddenly rose.
Yin Chen followed the voice, looking over.
The girl on camera looked back, shocked.
“What? You’re that CEO Yin? That’s… a big loss!”
Yuan Miaomiao cursed internally. Seeing the handsome guy, she wished she could go back and strangle her past self for persuading her brother to pick DF.
Had she known, she wouldn’t have bothered with that rotten King.
Even a daily glance at such a beauty beats that rotten King.
Yin Chen: ?
He thought the girl’s gaze was dangerous.
Still…
Yin Chen looked at San Yue. “Although I disturbed you, may I ask why you refused BZ’s invitation? Was it because my offer wasn’t good enough, or DF’s was higher?”
Yuan Miaomiao wanted to die on the spot. She straightened herself.
“Hello, CEO Yin. I’m San Yue’s sister. It wasn’t really my brother’s fault. He’s good at games but unfamiliar with esports. At the time, my friends were ZWG fans, so I was brainwashed to think BZ wasn’t good and advised him against it. My fault!”
Thinking of the missed opportunity, Yuan Miaomiao couldn’t help but feel frustrated.
Yin Chen raised an eyebrow.
“You’re his sister? And he listens to you?”
San Yue chuckled, nodding.
Seeing his disbelief, Yuan Miaomiao explained further:
“Really! I’m straightforward; my brother is simple-minded and listens to me from childhood. This was really my fault. So he’s only signed a one-year contract with DF. He’s capable, right? Maybe next year, you can re-sign him?”
Coincidentally, DF wasn’t as comfortable as he’d imagined.
Yuan Miaomiao spoke openly, unaware of how shameless that sounded.
?
Fair enough. The audacity was impressive.
Yin Chen had a sudden thought—if Zong Cheng had such nerve, there wouldn’t be just one screenshot.
He looked at the girl on screen.
“He has value. If he’s to come from DF, a buyout is inevitable. Do you think your brother is worth it?”
Originally, Yin Chen would’ve paid himself to poach, but now, since they were asking, why not save a little?
In essence, Yin Chen’s mind, still that of a sharp businessman, was straightforward.
Ah…
Yuan Miaomiao bit her lip. That was indeed the question!
Why did she convince her brother to choose DF back then?
A decision worse than biting into that rotten King!
Then—
Her eyes brightened.
“Although my brother doesn’t, I have some info I think CEO Yin will find valuable!”
“Hmm?”
Yin Chen, seeing her confidence, grew slightly curious.
So confident?
“Brother, step aside. This is my business secret with CEO Yin.”
She realized her perfect image in front of her brother must be maintained.
San Yue obediently stepped five meters away, even turning his back.
Impressive.
Yin Chen whispered to Zong Cheng,
“This must be the legendary sister-controlled brother. Very obedient.”
“…Mm.”
Zong Cheng agreed, his thoughts strangely aligning with Yin Chen’s.
If he and Yin Chen were together, he’d be even more obedient than this guy.
If drunk, he’d still be more obedient.