Jin Zuo took over the contract in his hand, turned it over, and his face sank:

"we professional players, how can we have time to live?"

"I've thought about this for a long time. I don't sign annual contract, but only sign hour, and price by hour. In this way, if we show off occasionally, we will have a lot of money. I believe boss Jin, who is far away in Paris, will not blame us! To put it bluntly, it's also for lock. Self sufficiency. God, we are so strong! "

Cui Renyao on the side really doesn't want to listen to fat people's bullshit.

He stood up, took over the details and said:

"in order to facilitate the allocation of time, five of us took turns to broadcast live, only one platform account. Once the S6 game is over or boss Jin comes back, we will immediately stop the live broadcast."

He counted the price on the contract, which is 1000 yuan an hour.

Because they signed a special contract and didn't sell themselves to the live broadcasting platform all the year round, the price is much lower than that of the retired E-sports players who rely on live broadcasting.

But there's no way. Freedom and money can't be shared.

Qin Zhan nodded and said that the plan was feasible. One hour was 1000 yuan, and five people took turns to broadcast it. Five hours a day, there were 150000 in a month, barely enough to bear most of the daily expenses of Yunxi villa.

It's just the cost of the game

Like knowing what Qin Zhan was thinking, the thin monkey on the side said:

"cuige contacted the sponsors, and we advertised them when we were live, which was also a sum of money. Fat people sell Taobao snack shops. Brother Cui can sell clothes. You and I can rely on digital products. We can sell mice and keyboards. As for goddess, it's easier. You can only earn gifts and reward. "

Cui Renyao was not reconciled and muttered:

"why can't I have someone brush the gift? Why don't I speak for cosmetics and skin care products? "

Fat man Pooh, mercilessly exposed him:

"pull down, which straight man would like to see you live? Cover your face when you're on the air. Don't lose the fans we've managed to save! "

Cui Renyao throws a white eye at him and pours at the fat man with open teeth and claws. He wants to fight with him!

Jiang Fu's tight heart was much relieved.

I thought I was going to carry the pressure of the lock club for Jin Zuo, but I didn't expect that her teammates in the game are still the best and most trustworthy backup in real life.

Qin Zhan smiles, then puts down the contract and sits on the sofa with Jiang Fu.

He took out the wipes, wiped his hands, handed her the chopsticks, opened the wing bucket and ate it impolitely.

The fragrance wafted away, causing the fat man to stop fighting with Cui Ren. They came up with a gust of wind for fear that they would be eaten up in the blink of an eye.

"Well, I bought it with my money. Be polite to me! My drumsticks, grass, you'll keep one for me

He was so angry that the chilly group a villa once again returned to the lively anger.

After lunch, Jiang Fu was the first to go on the live broadcast, intending to win over the first wave of fans by saving the "goddess of E-sports".

And she used to be a little anchor of the ambiguous platform. She is more familiar with these things than other people.

But Jiang Wu has no confidence in her heart.

In the former studio, she was a game player, not interactive, not embarrassed to chat, not to mention flirting with male fans.

For a long time did not live, watching the number of online rubbed to rise, she was a little flustered.