The next day, the third qualifier of the Holographic PUBG World Championship officially began.
After resting through the Spring Festival holiday, the players had long been raring to go and waiting impatiently.
Originally, the competition should have continued during the Spring Festival.
However, Jiang Siming said he was really busy and had no time during the holiday, so he had Nuwa announce that the competition would be postponed until the end of the Spring Festival.
Nuwa naturally did as she was told. After all, Jiang Siming was her master.
Thus, because of Jiang Siming alone, the Holographic PUBG competition was delayed by half a month.
The key point was that everyone had nowhere to vent their anger. Even if they had objections, they had to swallow them.
There was nothing they could do. He was the chairman. What could they possibly do about it?
Unless they protested by refusing to play. But Jiang Siming clearly no longer cared if they tried to threaten him with that.
Previously, over seven hundred thousand keyboard warriors had claimed they would boycott the Jiang Group's products. To this day, they still couldn't buy anything from the Jiang Group.
CCTV Five had already chosen a time to broadcast the matches live, yet one word from Jiang Siming had been enough to change it, and even CCTV had not voiced any objections.
No one could win a confrontation with Jiang Siming. Forget it—they would just accept their fate and obey. Whenever he said the competition would begin, that was when it would begin.
Fortunately, the competition had finally returned to normal, and live broadcasts on television channels around the world began on time.
The three thousand professional players were already ready.
Before the competition began, everyone's score information was displayed prominently on the scoreboard.
Jiang Siming's