I have a mind

Chapter 152 The Effect of God Hanging on the Trumpet

"Ding! Kill one person and get a reward of 4000 yuan!"

"Ding! Kill one person and get a reward of 4000 yuan!"

"Ding! Kill a well-known player and get a reward of 40000 yuan!"

……

Shan Bei leaned on the boss' chair, happily listening to the system prompting rewards in his head.

"If a person can get 200 heads a day, that's 80!"

"If ten people can get an average of 200 heads a day, that's..."

Shan Bei thought and blinked.

"800 million? I'll go..."

"This doesn't include killing anchors and professional players. Isn't that why they are chasing 1000 million?"

Shan Bei didn't know if it was because his mental fascination also had an effect on the trumpet. It seemed that part-timers could meet anchors or professional players every time, and the reward of [-] would appear almost every once in a while.

"It's strange. Could it be that my thoughts are also useful for trumpets?"

"Little Ice?"

"Ding! Host, what instructions do you have?"

"Will my attachments work for the trumpet that I'm not here for?"

"Ding! Host, for game accounts that are not operated by you personally, only the sniper sub-link is valid, and other sub-links are invalid!"

"Oh!"

Shan Bei pouted.

However, Shan Bei didn't quite believe in his system, which he considered to be a copycat version, and planned to check it out for himself.

Shan Bei strolled out of the office and came to the open office area.

His appearance immediately attracted the attention of the part-timers, each of them looked nervous, for fear that if something went wrong with him, the boss would fire him directly.

"Don't be nervous, fight hard, kill them all!"

Shan Bei gave a word of encouragement.

I wandered around and looked at the screens of part-timers.

It happened that a part-timer was beaten to death because he glanced at Shan Bei and slipped out of the room. He was also replaced directly.

What disturbed him was that the boss was standing behind him at this moment.

"Boss, I..."

"No need to explain, who hasn't died? Just do it and it's over! Hurry up and fire!"

Shan Bei patted his shoulder.

The part-time job took a deep breath and fired the next one.

At this time, the person next to him also ended the game, and it was the end of the chicken game. He looked at the colleague next to him proudly.

Shan Bei smiled and nodded in approval.

Shan Bei felt that this was just right, and tested two people.

"Hurry up and open the next one."

The two entered Birth Island Square back and forth, obviously not the same scene.

Shan Bei looked at the screens of the two of them, and asked them to walk around the square to see if they were really matched with an anchor or a professional player.

Sure enough, the certification numbers appeared on the Birth Island Square of both of them, and they were found on all platforms.Professional teams without a certification number can't be seen here, so they can only check the kill records on the left in the game.

Behind one of them, Shan Bei silently opened the lucky attachment.

Behind the other person, he silently opened the attachment of the God of Decline, and it worked on the person who was working part-time next door at this time.

Obviously, although the system was suspected of being fake, it didn't lie to him.

Luckily, the part-timer didn't let the part-timer land a third-level suit, and he didn't even get a gun. He hurriedly turned down from the roof and went into the building to find the gun.

Another carrier attached to the Shuaishen, obviously, didn't work either. Not only did they pick up the gun first, but they even had the headgear.

"Ah...it really is useless."

Shan Bei pouted, a little disappointed.

At this point, just verify whether the sniper attachment works.

Shan Bei carefully watched the kill records of the two on the screen.

Dan Bei didn't have to wait too long, and the kill records of the two of them began to appear one after another on the screen, and besides the anchor certification number, there were also names with team abbreviations.

"Really..."

Shan Bei kept talking behind the two of them, which made them very nervous.

It's as if you are doing some important work, and the boss is always standing behind you. As long as you make a mistake, the boss will see it clearly, and you will have no chance to argue.

Shan Bei also noticed that the two seemed to be in a wrong mood. Their hands were sweating, making the phone screen full of light.And the two of them squatted in a certain corner to get out of sight, afraid that if they ran out on impulse, if they were defeated and killed, the boss would be watching!
The questions that Shan Bei wanted to test had already been answered, and there was no need to add pressure to them here.

He patted the shoulders of the two of them.

"You all have anchors and professional players here, kill them! 1000 yuan per head! Come on!"

After Shan Bei finished speaking, he left the work station. The two of them breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other, and grinned in embarrassment.

Dan Bei walked around and looked at other people's screens, and the names of anchors or professional players would appear in the kill records.

The reason why these [-] kill rewards don't appear all the time is because, sometimes when these part-timers confronted each other, they didn't hit them, or they were beaten to death before the part-timers met them. up.This happens from time to time.

Shan Bei felt that he couldn't force it, after all, he was an amateur, so it was normal that he couldn't beat him.

It doesn't mean that streamers and professional players are necessarily better at playing the same game than amateurs.But people play for a long time.

Ordinary amateur players can play three to four hours a day, and even four or five hours a day, which is quite remarkable.No one can stand playing games for a long time.

But the difference between an anchor and a professional player is that they have to play games for at least seven hours a day, and more than ten hours are normal.In terms of experience and skills, they will grow much faster than amateurs who play less.

But Shan Bei believes that today these ten amateur players, who spend their lives working hard every day with steel guns, accumulate over time, and believe that their strength will be several times better than before by leaps and bounds!
At this time, Lu Qianqian and two security guards had already moved up the live broadcast equipment belonging to Shanbei on the 20th floor of Dashen Esports.

Monitors, hosts, headphones, microphones, shelves...

Just the data cable is packed in a box.

"Qianqian, I transferred 2000 million to the media account. That's what Lao Bao asked for. You can deal with it."

Hearing Shan Bei's words, Lu Qianqian raised her eyebrows suspiciously.

"Don't we have finances? Why do you want me to deal with them?"

Shan Bei was taken aback, just in time to see Snow coming out of the financial room.

Seeing Snow, Shan Bei was in a good mood.

"Did you decide to stay?"

Snow smiled and nodded: "Well, Qianqian has already handed over to me."

"That's good."

Shan Bei was very relieved and felt better.

"Then, in order to welcome new employees, let's go out for a meal! Part-timers go too!"

For a part-time alt account, if you play until after four o'clock, you will probably be forced to quit in order to prevent addiction.If you have an hour or two free in between, you can still play for two more hours.No one here is more experienced than him in dealing with accounts.

"I'm not going."

Lu Qianqian waved her hand.

"I'll have some fast food for a while, and then I'll go to the Social Security Center and Provident Fund Center to get insurance for everyone."

"So troublesome!"

Shan Bei pouted.

"Don't go! Tomorrow you can find an...administrator, right? He'll be responsible for social security and contracts."

"Ah? Then... the finances have been handed over, and the administrative work has also been handed over? What am I doing?"

Lu Qianqian pouted aggrievedly.

Shan Bei poked Lu Qianqian's head with one finger.

"Nonsense! You are my assistant! Of course you are where I am. If I don't come to the company and live broadcast at home, you have to be at my home. Follow me wherever I go, this is your job!"

"Tsk..."

Lu Qianqian pouted and glared at Shan Bei's back, but she couldn't refute, so she had to follow Shan Bei into the CEO's office.

Seeing the disappearing figures of the two, Snow frowned slightly and sighed softly.

(End of this chapter)