To ascend, I had no choice but to create games - Chapter 105

Chapter 105: Chapter 96: The Sudden Attack (Part 1)1

When the owner of Dimensional Training Center learned of Fang Cheng Studio’s arrangements, he felt a tinge of surprise, yet what he sensed even more was an air of audacity.

Esports competitions had already established a relatively mature template; as long as businesses followed the procedures of the past, the ceiling wouldn’t be too high, but the floor wouldn’t be too low either—it was a relatively safe approach.

But to directly adopt an entirely new mindset, breaking down the whole into parts, stretching out the event’s timelines, and shifting the matches from competitiveness to entertainment—this indeed was a very courageous move.

No one knew whether this process could succeed; the gambling element was too pronounced.

And the Dimensional Training Center was directly issued a letter of intent for partnership, including but not limited to providing and training players, cooperating with the game for promotion, maintaining the reputation of “Quiet Cultivation,” and leasing venues, among other things.

The demands were somewhat extensive, but what was offered was even more so.

Seeing the contract the other party presented, Coach Lin felt as if he had been led to a vault, with the other party pointing at the gold bars inside and saying, “Helpyourself, don’tbe shy.”

Coach Lin didn’t know what others would do in such a situation, but he only knew that he himself should go over there to kowtow in gratitude daily—that’s how he could barely feel at ease.

Originally, he had intended to personally discuss the partnership matters, but Monkey stated the studio’s operations team would come over for an inspection, and that all he had to do was to be a good host.

On Wednesday, Coach Lin arrived at the entrance of the youth training center very early to wait.

The weather near Rong City was always peculiar.

Its summers were too hot, its winters too cold, and spring and autumn lasted for only a brief ten days or so before being supplanted by extreme heat or wet cold.

In November in Rong City, the beginning of the chilly season was just right.

And Coach Lin, waiting at the doorstep before dawn, awaited their arrival.

He stuck to his Warmer, occasionally getting up to jog a few laps, not able to stay still for a moment.

Monkey kept saying it was no big deal, just a formality.

But his mood, like the sky overhead, was under a constant cloud, never settling down.

Not until nine in the morning did he see the chauffeured car pull up, and Monkey stepped out with a very delicate-looking girl.

Although he had already received word from Monkey, informing him that the studio’s operations manager was an intern in her senior year of college.

But upon seeing her in person, Coach Lin was still somewhat taken aback.

She’s really a senior?!

Is the young lady reliable?

After greeting Wang Xiaoying, Coach Lin first gave Monkey a noogie, then, while rubbing Monkey’s head, said, “Told you to run!”

Monkey chuckled a few times, then pointing at Coach Lin, said, “This is my former coach and the owner of Dimensional Training Center. This is Fang Cheng Studio’s operations manager, Wang Xiaoying.”

After exchanging pleasantries, Coach Lin took Wang Xiaoying for a tour around the youth training center, introducing the facility’s equipment and personnel situation, among other things.

These past few years, esports youth training centers hadn’t been doing very well.

The top-heavy effect was too pronounced, with a large portion of the resources being consumed by the champions of various competitions, leaving ordinary training centers virtually without any sponsorship.

And Coach Lin was in an even more dire situation.

The center also offered paid training services, but most of its students were like Monkey—talented but without financial means.

For some, he even subsidized their pocket money, which led to his training center’s constant deficit.

If the plot of land hadn’t been converted from his family’s old factory, thereby saving him the cost of rent, he would have starved a long time ago.

After introducing the training center, Coach Lin wanted to mention a few basic terms when he heard Wang Xiaoying say, “That’s enough, let’s just sign the contract.”

“…We’re really signing?”

“Is there something you’re not satisfied with?” asked Wang Xiaoying, puzzled.

“The money… isn’t it a bit too much?”

“Oh, that’s per our boss’s instructions. He says it’s easier to get things done with more money, so he told me to give twice the industry standard. Plus, he feels Dimensional is pretty good, so paying a higher amount is no issue.”

“Mr. Fang is so generous?”

“Our boss has always been generous,” Monkey interjected proudly.

Coach Lin cast Monkey a sidelong glance, then gave him another noogie.

Had he forgotten where he came from in such a short time?

After carefully confirming the partnership details, Coach Lin wanted to keep them for a meal, but they resolutely refused.

“We still have to work when we get back, and if we don’t leave now, we won’t make it,” Monkey explained. “Coach, next time you come to Rong City, I’ll treat you to a meal.”

“Oh, okay.”

Watching the two swiftly finalize the partnership and then hurry off, barely pausing for a moment, Coach Lin thought that Fang Cheng Studio must be rather strict, with its staff being so busy.

But they must be well compensated. This time, he forgot to ask Monkey how much he earned per month; it should be over ten thousand at least.

After reflecting on Monkey’s circumstances, Coach Lin felt an immense sense of relief as he patted the contract in his pocket.

This was a long-term contract, not only establishing direct financial interactions with the training center but also signaling cooperation intentions with the camp’s trainees.

With this contract, the training center could not only make it through this year but also expect a decent New Year.

Looking up, he saw snowflakes beginning to drift from the sky.

Snow was falling.

It was an unusually early snowfall this year; the white flakes dissolved into droplets before reaching the ground, but they lent the day a distinctive atmosphere nonetheless.

Breathing out a white puff, Coach Lin couldn’t help but think, “A timely snow promises a good harvest, eh.”

Even though it wasn’t a timely snow, he felt it was going to be a good harvest indeed.

With the technical players and venue sorted out, the next step was to recruit other players.