"The game is about to start, the phone will be confiscated first."
After finishing speaking, Feng Nai pulled her mobile phone and threw it to Wang Dongdong who was standing beside her.
As the captain of the Black Flame Squad.
There was nothing wrong with Feng Nai doing this.
Confiscating mobile phones before the game is sometimes a routine operation.
It's just that his indifference is too obvious.
It was so obvious that even Manager Li noticed it.
When Feng Nai went out to answer the phone call from my family.
Manager Li said to Mo Bei in a low voice: "There are too many things in his heart, and it is inevitable that there will be times when he is in a bad mood. This year may be his last year to play."
Mo Bei's eyes froze: "What did you say?"
Manager Li sighed: "After taking over the Feng family, Hei Yan will have the absolute right to speak, and no one can interfere. This is an agreement between him and the old man. If there is a problem with public opinion, as long as the Feng family can fully settle it, He will retire when he wins the championship. If he loses in the middle, it will affect the market value of the Feng family, and he will retire early. The old man has already warned him about the matter of turning gray before. You must know that he is not just Hei Yan's now. The captain, moreover, represents the entire Feng family. If he has any black spots, the Feng family will be affected. There is no way, now everyone will win and everyone will lose. So you must win, at least let him finish this year. "
"It's not just this year." Mo Bei lowered his head, his hair fell down, covering her expression: "As long as the public opinion issue doesn't need to be settled by the Feng family, he can continue to fight."
Manager Li chuckled: "How is this possible? You also know how much he values you players."
"There is always a way." Mo Bei's eyes were filled with black mist: "For example, those who cause trouble, stand up by themselves."
Manager Li didn't understand it, it seemed that he didn't understand it.
Over there, Feng Nai had already hung up the phone.
He walked back with one hand in his trouser pocket.
Sit down on the chair and gently close your eyes.
There is still a hint of blue gray at the moment.
Mo Bei thought she could probably understand how tired he was every day.
Now she realizes that what she understands is only the most one-sided.
Although this person never said it.
But Mo Bei knew that he liked playing games very much.
Because he is different when playing games.
Even those lazy eyes were black and bright with a sharp edge.
In the final analysis, public opinion is brought by her.
She won't let him retire like this.
This person has not gone to the top of the world to take a look.
That's his battleground...
"The teams are starting to prepare! After half an hour, go straight to the field!"
The radio sounded everywhere.
Probably nothing in the background.
The atmosphere at the front desk suddenly changed.
The bigger the event, the photography, the lighting, the screen, the synchronized audio, will be checked over and over again.
The computer keyboards of both sides will also be tested accordingly before the start of the match, for fear that there will be sensitivity problems.
The staff wear gloves and are very rigorous.
The commentary and host have already stood at the entrance in advance.
As time approached, the noise in the venue became louder and louder.
Even sitting in the lounge, you can feel the enthusiasm.
Feng Nai frowned slightly, with an earphone plugged into one ear, and the white data cable fell beside it.
The cyan color made Mo Bei look at it and finally couldn't help it: "Captain."
Feng Nai ignored it at first, but after waiting for a while, he let out the word "um" from his throat.
"Open your mouth."
"What..." Feng Nai glanced sideways, but he hadn't said that word yet.
(end of this chapter)