No. 1783

Yun Hu saw what was hidden in Lin Feng's eyes.

Including that naive girl, after knowing this, her first reaction was to send a text message to tell Feng Yi who was still staying in the company: "Feng Fox, do you know, the captain's hand is healed, hahahaha, the captain's hand is healed, if Zhao Sanpang and others are arrogant in the group again in the future, I will close the door and let the captain go!"

The masters have their own master groups, especially the hardcore ones like them.

Yun Hu wondered if this person had forgotten that the captain had lost his memory and couldn't play games at all.

But he didn't stop him, just watched the man talking to Feng Yi, and added: "I feel like I can play for another ten years!"

Getting together, it seems that there is really a kind of power, we can still be like this, ten years younger.

When Feng Yi saw WeChat, he was still dealing with things on the Internet.

He didn't sleep for a day and a night, and he had to go drink with some media. He had a suit jacket hanging on the upper half of his arm, and he was exhausted from commercialization. The little assistant who was originally with him was still saying: "Mr. Feng, why don't you sleep for a while, we will keep an eye on it."

He was holding the phone and suddenly laughed, and I don't know what he saw.

He put his hand on his neck and pressed it, as if he had returned to his smiling fox look: "I'll keep an eye on it. Let's go to Vertex Coffee and reward everyone. You've worked hard before the Asian Games."

The assistant wanted to say it wasn't hard, but secretly glanced at the man again.

She didn't understand what an e-sports company was before.

She thought it was just a simple game, and the players just had to play well.

Now that she's here, she understands.

A good team.

Not only do you need players who rush forward, you also need someone like this to support you from behind.

He has to think of everything, take precautions in advance, and deal with the unexpected immediately.

Because this is related to the Internet, the communication channels are fast, and it's okay to encounter some minor frictions, but the most feared thing is to encounter black and white.

For example, now.

The person on the Internet who claims to be a fan of the team, but every word is obstructing the team, and it's clear that he doesn't want Spade Z to come back.

As soon as the public relations department manages it, she said that she was disappointed with the team, and her feelings were wasted, and all of them were fed to the dog.

If you respond to these things, it means that the team is unreasonable.

Feng Yi usually sees this kind of things the most. He sits in front of the computer, occasionally smokes a cigarette, controls himself, and then returns to the matter at hand.

Because only in this way can Spade Z come back.

Probably because of the announcement of the good news, the atmosphere at the table has been very good, until Rao Rong stood up and looked at Qin Mo: "Since your hand is better, let's play a game, and we can also see the degree of cooperation."

Lin Feng paused while drinking.

There was no sound over there.

At that moment, the room was very quiet.

Only Qin Mo still had a knife and fork in his hand. He cut a piece of mutton in a standard posture and put it between his lips. After eating, he slightly curved his mouth: "I'm not very interested in the game."

Suddenly, the atmosphere around changed, with a hint of indifference.

Lin Feng immediately looked at Rao Rong, as if to say, we had already agreed before coming, why did you change your mind at the last minute.

Rao Rong seemed to have not noticed Lin Feng's sight and smiled. It was hard to tell what emotion he had in his voice: "Even if you have lost your memory, your instincts should still be there. Qin Mo, are you not interested, or are you resistant to your past self?"

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