When the person in charge of Mouyu called Jiang Siming to complain tearfully, he sounded just like a wronged young wife.
"Boss, things are so hard for us at Mouyu right now. Forget about the PUBG section—the League of Legends section is almost worse than Mouya's. You can't play favorites. We're your 'kids' too!"
Jiang Siming was both amused and exasperated by this.
"Cut the nonsense. Don't you have UZI in your League of Legends section? You even signed the entire IG team recently. I pried them away from Young Master Wang for you. Aren't you satisfied?"
"We do have UZI and IG, but they often don't stream because they have to prepare for competitions. We're suffering here at Mouyu!" the person in charge wailed.
Jiang Siming laughed and said helplessly, "Fine. I heard Vincent from Zhanqi is almost at the end of his contract. I'll have someone arrange for him to sign with your platform. Once Factory Director's contract with Penguin expires, I'll send him to you too. How about that?"
The person in charge was overjoyed and immediately stopped "crying," loudly praising the boss's wisdom.
Although Vincent couldn't compare with Lu Benwei, he was at least a top-tier streamer. More importantly, the boss had promised to give them Factory Director later.
Factory Director was also a genius at livestreaming, and, like Lu Benwei, had an enormous following.
As expected, crying children got the milk.
Next time, I'll find another pretty girl to cry to the boss. He'll definitely be even more soft-hearted. Hehehe!
Jiang Siming also felt extremely tired. Why did this feel like raising children? If one child had something, the other child had to have it too.
Was he the boss, or was he their father?
Soon, the end of the month arrived.
Huaxia was about