Became an Unemployed Vagrant

004. Now Unemployed

The debate dragged on until evening.

"Alright, everyone, stop arguing. I already uploaded this person's account to the monitoring station this afternoon, and they've replied now."

In the live stream room, Wei Shen opened the reply email from the Tencent Technical Station. Under the gaze of millions of netizens, the email's response read: No anomalies found with the account.

"Damn, this guy really has no issues?" Little Alert stood beside Wei Shen, muttering blankly.

Wei Shen nodded and mumbled, "I never thought he had a problem in the first place. Now that it's checked, it's true—this guy's a super sniper master."

Beside him, Forever clicked his tongue in amazement. "His sniping skills are even better than Gu Cun's."

"Don't mention that ungrateful bastard. Contact this account and see if we can recruit him to our team. We're short a sniper." Wei Shen stared at the ID named ming, a fiery gleam in his eyes.

This year's PCI was about to kick off, and their team needed a stronger player to inject fresh blood.

PCI was a PUBG World Cup-level event, equivalent to League of Legends' S tournament—extremely important.

The next day, Jiang Siming arrived at the company as usual, but Wang Jun, Zhou Qiang, and the other two were late. They'd stayed up all night playing PUBG and woke up late.

They happened to run into the district General Manager, who gave them a harsh scolding.

Wang Jun, however, shifted the blame to Jiang Siming, claiming he'd taken them out drinking the night before, causing their lateness.

"Xiao Jiang, take the fall for us, and I'll cover lunch. Otherwise, you know the consequences." Wang Jun whispered to Jiang Siming sneakily.

Wang Jun had been giving Jiang Siming a hard time for a while. The reason was that Wang Jun had a pretty girlfriend who favored Jiang Siming, and jealousy had driven Wang Jun to make trouble for him constantly.

"Report, General Manager!"

Jiang Siming stood up with a show of 'brotherly loyalty.' Wang Jun's face broke into a smug grin, but the next moment, his smile froze.

"Report, I didn't invite Manager Wang for drinks last night. The three of them stayed up gaming and were late on their own. It has nothing to do with me!"

"Jiang Siming, are you asking for it?"

Wang Jun's lips twitched, his gaze hostile.

But Jiang Siming wasn't intimidated. He'd long wanted to quit. His previous tolerance was for survival—he had to bow to make a living.

But now, with the game fragments, he had the confidence to get by. Why endure this humiliation?

In truth, no matter how many years he'd struggled in society, Jiang Siming's nature had never changed.

He'd only sheathed his edges for the sake of survival.

"Since I don't want to work here anymore anyway, I'll take this chance to report to the General Manager about Manager Wang Jun, Zhou Qiang, and Yuan Bing's behavior in the branch over the past six months."

Jiang Siming stood up, straightened his collar, and loudly listed, word by word, the dirty deeds Wang Jun, Zhou Qiang, and Yuan Bing had done over the past half year.

Things like showing up late and leaving early, having others clock in for them, falsifying performance reports, squeezing other employees, and maliciously altering accounts.

Jiang Siming laid out their actions one by one.

Wang Jun and Zhou Qiang's faces were a picture of shock, but Jiang Siming never once looked at them. After finishing, he placed the resignation letter he'd prepared earlier on the table and walked out coolly.

The district General Manager wanted to keep him, but Jiang Siming insisted on leaving. There was nothing he could do, so he vented his anger on Wang Jun and the other two.

Back home, Jiang Siming felt a wave of relief.

Not long after arriving, he received a delivery from JD.com—a set of computer equipment. He'd ordered it the night before, and it arrived that morning.

From today on, his mission and goal were to fulfill his life's dream in PUBG.

Having worked at a computer mall before, Jiang Siming was familiar with the process. He quickly set up the computer, installed the system, updated drivers, debugged the machine, and downloaded the game.

By noon, everything was done.

The computer was mid-range, costing 5,000 yuan. Though he'd earned 15,000 from PUBG yesterday, Jiang Siming still didn't dare to spend recklessly. He'd save for now.

His family wasn't well-off. His parents had always been in poor health, and he had a younger sister in middle school. The family burden was heavy.

Otherwise, Jiang Siming wouldn't have so easily bowed to society's pressure.

Pushing those thoughts aside for now, he logged into the game again and decisively clicked on solo mode.

A self-built computer was just better—much more comfortable than the internet café's.

"Fragments, fragments, I want fragments!"

Muttering to himself, Jiang Siming entered the game. As soon as the plane took off, he immediately parachuted.

In the sky, Jiang Siming could overlook the entire map. If a fragment spawned, he'd spot it from above.

"Got it!"

Jiang Siming was thrilled to see a white light glowing at a remote spot on the map—a wild loot point.

These auto-spawning fragments were rare to encounter; you might not see one in dozens of matches. But today, the first match had one—a lucky start!

Overjoyed, Jiang Siming dove toward that wild point.

Meanwhile, in the Shark Platform live stream room, the room of Dumb Sister—who had risen to become Shark's Jedi Sister earlier than Tuan Tuan—was buzzing with lively energy.

"My hands are on fire today. Wasn't that M4 spray control just now sick? I'm telling you, I just got sixth place, and this round, I'm eating chicken!"

In the live stream, the camera showed a girl with a pure, beautiful face speaking with unstoppable momentum.

Who could imagine that this girl with her delicate, sweet, pure-as-jade looks was actually a total tomboy underneath, permanently channeling Li Kui, oozing macho energy, and sometimes putting on a coquettish act to trick passersby—earning her nicknames like Old Woman, Coquettish King, One Pair A, and Shark First Stewardess from her fans.

The netizens didn't buy her "false claims" at all.

"You eat chicken, I eat shit—said and done."

"Don't you have a clue how you got sixth place just now? Old Woman! Camped the whole round! Killed one person!"

"Are you and Tuan Tuan best friends? Two braggarts who could talk their way to heaven."

"Start a competition if you've got the balls, see if I don't cry you broke!"

Watching these bullet comments, Dumb Sister huffed and blew at the hair on her forehead, then "roared": "Fine, let's do it! Bet on me eating chicken at ten-to-one odds!"

Snap, the betting opened.

Instantly, countless people placed bets, but ninety-nine percent of them all bet on no, even with odds at only 0.1, they still eagerly threw down.

"Already bet three thousand fish balls, just waiting to collect."

"Giving away fish balls in broad daylight? The streamer's so generous."

"All in, hehehe, free fish balls—why not take 'em?"

"Bet fish balls the opposite way, and a villa by the sea—Dumb Sister's live stream room motto."

Hearing these comments, Dumb Sister's chest ached—even if it was only One Pair A, it still hurt.

"Fine! Good! Don't you regret this with your old lady! Lock the bets!" Dumb Sister angrily closed the betting.

Looking at the results, the fish balls betting on her eating chicken were a "whopping" five thousand, while those betting against her totaled over six million!

If she lost this round, she'd be cleaned out.