"Yes, please arrange it. Please ask for the game the day after tomorrow." Yu Dayu was calling Du Jinchen, the manager of the Gu Zhan Club.

"As long as you don't feel sorry for the player's injury," a sneer came from the other side.

"Just stop causing trouble, it's better to just waste your hands." Yu Dayu laughed.

There was laughter of cooperation coming from over there.

When the two sides reached a consensus, he hung up the phone.

Yu Dayu leaned on the boss's chair and touched his eyebrows with his fingers.

It's strange to say that this is not the first time he has done such a thing, but he doesn't know why he jumped hard this time.

In order to calm his restless mood, Yu Dayu took out a Chinese cigarette from the drawer and lit it.

I took a deep breath and felt a little better.

His eyes stared out the window.

Outside the large floor-to-ceiling window is a vast baseball field.

The sun poured down from the sky, illuminating half of the court.

The other half was shrouded in the shadow of the stands.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside his office.

"Who?"

"I, Yicheng."

Yu Dayu's eyes turned, how did he think of coming to my office?

He stood up and opened the door.

Yi Cheng stood outside with a smile on his face.

"What's wrong?"

Yu Dayu walked into the house and sat back on the office chair.

Yi Cheng didn't say much, and sat down opposite him.

Two weeks ago, the two people had the same posture and the same scene.

"I have two small busy guys, I hope Manager Yu can help me." Yi Cheng said with a smile.

What the hell?

Yu Dayu looked at Yi Cheng in surprise.

"That's what I think," Yi Cheng smiled, "I only signed in to the end of the season before, and judging from the results of the previous two games, it is obvious that my salary does not match my ability.

Manager Yu, you don’t know. Recently, the media often chased me and asked when the contract you promised to have an annual salary of 100 million yuan will be fulfilled."

“Duo?”

How many handfuls can you give me?

Yu Dayu almost burst out the swear words.

Damn, didn’t you blew up the 100 million contract?

Did this guy get something wrong?

Are you just a second-tier substitute pitcher, and you dare to make a request after just two games?

"Haha," Yu Dayu lies in the leather chair with his hands in his arms, sneering at Yi Cheng, "Are you getting something wrong? Your performance in the previous two games is OK, but it is impossible to get a salary increase."

He twitched his mouth twice, leaned forward, and supported his elbows to the table and under his chin.

"Did you forget? Because of your previous foul, I was suspended from the Baseball Association for two games. According to the club's regulations, I should have punished you for two weeks' weekly salary, but I didn't punish you for your performance well.

In this way, if you can maintain your previous good performance this season, I can increase your price at your discretion after the game is over. Not to mention the more, it is still OK to have more than 2300,000 yuan a year."

Yi Cheng sneered twice, silently watching him without saying anything.

"My second request is that Manager Yu can arrange a job for my previous teammates."

Yi Cheng pushed the prepared resume to Yu Dayu.

The name column above contains the words Yi Xingyu.

"My friend is also a professional baseball player. He has more than 10 years of experience in professional baseball. It should be no problem to arrange him to be a scout, right?"

Yu Dayu looked at Yi Cheng with some strangeness.

Is this guy not ill in his brain?

He looked down at his resume again, and was inexplicably a little angry.

"What are you kidding me?"

Yu Dayu controlled the expression on his face, picked up his resume, kneaded it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can next to him.

"Get out for me, I still have something to do, I don't have time to pay attention to you."

Yi Cheng was still indifferent and sat in place with a expressionless face.

"Get out, didn't you hear it?" Yu Dayu pressed the cigarette hard, and the veins on his forehead swelled up.

"Manager Yu, you are not the major shareholder of the club," Yi Cheng said slowly, raised his hand and smeared the smoke in front of him. "If Boss Su Ming knew that you would like him to die sooner, and then lower the actual price of the club and sell it to others, what would he think?"

"What?"

Yu Dayu was slightly stunned.

I was frightened by what Yi Cheng said.

This matter is very private. He has only discussed it with Jiang Jinchuan in private before.

Could it be said

Is it that Jiang Jinchuan leaked the news?

"Haha," he sneered twice, looking at Yi Cheng calmly, "You go and tell Su Ming, "I have never said such a thing before. When I went to the big boss, I am not afraid of confronting you. When you see, did he believe in you, a second-tier garbage pitcher in the evening, or do you believe that I have won half of the land for him?

Haha, it’s ridiculous to say anything about conspiracy and packaging.”

Yu Dayu raised his finger and pointed at Yi Cheng's nose, "Management will sue you for slander, if you can't take it out."

"evidence?"

Before he could finish his words, Yi Cheng took out a cell phone from his pocket and adjusted the video from the album:

"Su Ming seems to be almost out of reach. He was diagnosed with advanced brain cancer some time ago, and it will take no more than half a year at most."

"Su Ming trusts me very much, so he feels relieved to hand over the club to me to manage. After he dies, the club will probably hand over the club to his daughter."

"I can talk to her at that time, and then make the club's valuation as low as possible when making the assessment report. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I conservatively estimate that the White Dragon Club is worth at least $300 million now. Su Qing doesn't know how to do it. I can fool her and put the value to around $100 million. In this way, after you take over, you have the final say on what you want to do to Yicheng. You can still sell the difference of $200 million if you change the transaction."

"My requirements are not high. Then I will be satisfied if you give me a 100 million or 200 million soft sister coins."

Fuck

Yu Dayu was completely stupid.

The video just now looked like he recorded it on his own mobile phone.

And there are some contents that he didn't say over the phone, but was talking face to face while having a meal in private.

Although the picture was dark, the sound was clearly recorded.

"How the hell do you have these things?"

While talking, Yu Dayu took out his cell phone from his pocket.

He checked it back and forth, but found nothing strange.

In the end, he smashed his phone directly on the ground and stepped on it in a panic.

Yi Cheng looked at him with some amusement.

The black technology camera provided by the system has now completely disappeared. You might as well be able to find it.

"How is it, are you willing to help?" Yi Cheng sat there and raised the cell phone in his hand.

"I copied a lot of copies, if you don't want Su Ming or the media to know about it."

"Ha? Threat Labor and Capital?" Yu Dayu cursed and looked at Yi Cheng fiercely, his eyes were so angry that he was angry, "Management Labor and Capital has not been threatened by anyone yet."

Although he was very angry, he didn't dare to come forward to fight Yi Cheng at all.

His small body is less than 1.7 meters tall and he is so fat that he can't be Yi Cheng's opponent.

"It's like this"

Yu Dayu calmed down a little and sat back on the chair.

"You give me the original version and then delete all the video materials. It's easy to say about your friend being a scout. As for your salary, although it's impossible to make it an annual salary of hundreds of millions in one step, I can guarantee that it will be at least more than 5 million. I will help you increase it to 100 million in two years."

He raised his little eyes and looked at Yi Cheng.
Chapter completed!