As he pondered, Jiang Siming realized it was already dawn.
Had he forgotten something? Oh, right. Chen Wei seemed to still be waiting for him at another hotel.
Who cared? If he hadn't gone, so be it.
Jiang Siming had never cared about women like that. They could always be easily coaxed into happiness with money.
As the saying went, gold-digging women were toys for the rich and goddesses for the poor.
Jiang Siming stretched, came out of the bathroom, returned to bed, and hugged Liang Tian as he went back to sleep.
After winning the championship, Jiang Siming had finally resolved one of his worries.
He had come to Changsha so many times solely for this brown fragment. As for that so-called championship, it had merely been his mission.
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Two days passed quickly.
While everyone back home was still hotly discussing Jiang Siming winning the championship of Singer, he had already formally set off from Shanghai Airport, flying to Seoul, South Korea.
The FGS World Championship was finally about to begin. The qualifying teams from countries around the world had already arrived in Seoul, South Korea one after another.
4AM was considered relatively late, and they had set off together with 17 and OMG.
The three teams carried the hopes of countless Huaxia PUBG players as they went to compete in this FGS tournament.
This competition was just as important as PCI and was a world-class event.
The prize money was also higher than last time.
Although the prize money meant nothing to Jiang Siming, it was incredibly appealing to the other players.
With Jiang Siming's hundred-billion-yuan fortune, would he really care about a little prize money from a gaming tournament? He could buy Bluehole outright.
On the flight, all three teams were seated in first class.
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