Became Unemployed

004. Became Unemployed

The argument continued until evening.

"All right, everyone, stop arguing. I uploaded this person's account to the Monitoring Station this afternoon, and they've replied."

In the Live Stream Room, Wei Shen opened the reply email from Tencent Technical Station. Under the watchful eyes of millions of netizens, the contents of the email were startlingly simple: The account showed no abnormalities.

"Good grief, this guy really doesn't have a problem?" Little Alert stood beside Wei Shen and muttered.

Wei Shen nodded and murmured, "I never thought there was anything wrong with him in the first place. And now that we've checked, it turns out he's a super expert with a sniper rifle."

Forever, who was standing nearby, clicked his tongue in amazement. "His sniping skills are even better than Gu Cun's."

"Don't mention that ungrateful bastard. Get in touch with this account and see if we can recruit him onto our team. We happen to be short a sniper." Wei Shen stared at the ID named ming, his eyes burning with excitement.

This year's PCI was about to begin, and their team needed an even stronger player.

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

The next day, Jiang Siming arrived at the company as usual, but Wang Jun, Zhou Qiang, and Yuan Bing were late. The three of them had stayed up all night playing PUBG and had gotten up late that morning.

They had also happened to be caught by the regional general manager, who gave them a thorough scolding.

Wang Jun shifted the blame onto Jiang Siming, claiming that Jiang Siming had invited them out for drinks the previous night, which was why they were late.

"Xiao Jiang, take the blame for us. I'll pay for lunch later. Otherwise, you know what'll happen." Wang Jun whispered to Jiang Siming.

Wang Jun had often made things difficult for Jiang Siming. The reason was that Wang Jun had a beautiful girlfriend who favored Jiang Siming, making Wang Jun fiercely jealous and causing him to give Jiang Siming no end of trouble.

"Reporting to the general manager!"

Jiang Siming stood up with great "loyalty to his buddies." A smug smile appeared on Wang Jun's face, but the next moment, that smile froze.

"Reporting in: I didn't invite Manager Wang out for drinks last night. The three of them stayed up all night playing games and were late on their own. It has nothing to do with me!"

"Jiang Siming, are you looking for death?"

Wang Jun's lips twitched, and his expression turned hostile.

But Jiang Siming wasn't intimidated in the slightest. He had long since stopped wanting to work here. He had endured it all before for the sake of making a living and had been forced to bow his head.

But now that he had the game fragments, he had the confidence to survive. Why should he continue putting up with this kind of humiliation?

In truth, no matter how many years Jiang Siming had struggled in society, his personality had never changed.

It was only for the sake of living that he had been forced to hide his sharp edges.

"Since I don't want to work here anymore, I might as well take this opportunity to report to the general manager the various things Manager Wang Jun, Zhou Qiang, and Yuan Bing have said and done at the branch over the past six months."

Jiang Siming stood up, straightened the hem of his shirt, and loudly recounted, word for word, the despicable things Wang Jun, Zhou Qiang, and Yuan Bing had done over the past six months.

They had been late and left early, had others clock in for them, falsified their performance figures, exploited other employees, maliciously altered accounts, and so on.

Jiang Siming listed all their deeds one by one.

The expressions on Wang Jun and Zhou Qiang's faces were incredibly colorful, but Jiang Siming never looked at them from beginning to end. After he finished speaking, he placed the resignation letter he had prepared long ago on the desk and left with a flourish.

The regional general manager tried to persuade him to stay, but Jiang Siming was determined to leave. There was nothing the man could do, so he could only vent his anger on Wang Jun and the other two.

When he returned home, Jiang Siming felt incredibly refreshed.

Not long after arriving home, he received a delivery from JD.com. It was a complete computer setup he had ordered the previous night, and it had arrived that morning.

From today onward, his mission and goal would be to fulfill his dreams in PUBG.

Jiang Siming had once worked in a computer mall, so he quickly assembled the computer with ease. He installed the system, updated the drivers, tested the computer, and downloaded the game.

He had finished everything by noon.

The computer was mid-range and had cost him 5,000 yuan. Although Jiang Siming had earned 15,000 yuan in PUBG the previous day, he still didn't dare spend recklessly. For now, he had better save wherever he could.

His family's financial situation was poor. His parents had always been in poor health, and he also had a younger sister in middle school. The burden on his family was actually quite heavy.

Otherwise, Jiang Siming wouldn't have surrendered so easily to the oppression of society.

He put those thoughts aside for the moment, logged into the game again, and decisively clicked on solo play.

A computer he had configured himself really was better. It was much more comfortable than the ones at the Internet café.

"Fragments, fragments, I want fragments!"

Muttering to himself, Jiang Siming entered the game. The moment the plane took off, he immediately jumped.

From the sky, Jiang Siming could overlook the entire map. If any fragments spawned, he would be able to see them from above.

"There it is!"

Jiang Siming was delighted to discover a point at the edge of the map—a Wild Point glowing with white light.

These automatically spawned fragments were incredibly difficult to encounter. You might not find one in dozens of matches. Yet one had appeared in his very first match of the day. What a lucky start!

Overjoyed, Jiang Siming flew toward the Wild Point.

At the same time, in the Shark Platform Live Stream Room, an energetic atmosphere filled the stream of Dumb Sister, who had risen to become the Shark Platform's number-one PUBG female streamer even before Tuan Tuan.

"My form is blazing today! Wasn't my M4 recoil control amazing in that last game? Let me tell you, I just came in sixth place. This time, I'm definitely getting the chicken dinner!"

In the Live Stream Room, a beautiful, pure-looking girl spoke with imposing confidence on camera.

Who could have imagined that this pretty, innocent-looking girl was actually a complete tomboy? She was practically possessed by Li Kui all the time, overflowing with masculine energy. Sometimes, she would put on a coquettish act to trick passersby, prompting her fans to mockingly call her the Old Woman, the Coquettish King, One Pair A, and the Shark First Stewardess.

As for her "false claims," the netizens didn't believe a word of them.

"You get the chicken dinner, and I'll eat shit. I mean it."

"How did you get sixth place just now? Don't you know? Old woman! You crouched around the whole game and killed one person!"

"Are you and Tuan Tuan best friends? You're both capable of bragging your way to the heavens."

"Open a competition if you've got the guts. Let's see if I won't make you cry!"

Looking at the barrage of comments, Dumb Sister angrily blew the strands of hair from her forehead. Then she "roared," "Fine! Let's do it! Bet that I can get the chicken dinner at ten-to-one odds!"

Smack! The prediction event opened.

In an instant, countless people placed bets. Yet ninety-nine percent of them chose No. Even with odds of only 0.1, they still eagerly placed their bets.

"I've bet 3,000 Fish Balls. I'll sit back and wait for my payout."

"Giving away Fish Balls in broad daylight? The streamer is so kind."

"I'm going all in. Heh heh, why wouldn't I take free Fish Balls?"

"Bet against Fish Balls, and you'll have a villa by the sea. That's the golden rule of Dumb Sister's Live Stream Room."

Hearing their comments, Dumb Sister was so angry that her chest hurt. Even if she only had One Pair A, it still hurt.

"Fine! Good! Don't you dare regret this later! Close the betting!" Dumb Sister angrily closed the prediction event.

Looking at the betting results, the Fish Balls wagered on her getting the chicken dinner amounted to a "whopping" 5,000, while the bets on No exceeded six million!

If she lost this game, she would be wiped out.