Professionals (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader Wu Shang Zhonglin)

Mo Fei did not take the fountain pen and simply began reading the document.

The contents of this agreement were clearly neither the one he had proposed last night nor the one Wang Ziheng had shown him before.

The agreement's general terms had not changed. Since streamer Mo Fei had violated company regulations, the company would reclaim Mo Fei's game account and terminate the relevant contract. There was no mention of compensation, but an additional severance clause had been added—the company, in recognition of streamer Mo Fei's work performance, would provide one million yuan in severance pay.

One million? Heh, how generous.

He gave a cold laugh. "This isn't what we discussed yesterday."

The supervisor looked at him smugly. "Come on, Mo Fei. You're not stupid. You didn't really think that little stunt you pulled yesterday could change everything, did you? I admit, you're one tough bastard. What you did back then really gave me a scare.

But times have changed, young man. This is a society governed by law now, not an era where you can solve problems by being brave and violent.

We can let yesterday's matter slide, and we can even add another million to your severance pay. But that's as far as our goodwill goes.

You have only two choices now: sign this agreement, or we settle this through legal proceedings. Of course, you can choose to keep risking your life, but let me tell you, that definitely won't end well..."

The supervisor wanted to keep gloating, but the middle-aged man raised a hand, and he immediately fell silent.

"First, let me introduce myself. Situ Cheng, legal counsel for Starlight Group." The man extended his hand toward Mo Fei.

Mo Fei did not shake it. "Where's Wang Ziheng?"

Situ Cheng did not mind. "After yesterday's incident, his father was deeply disappointed in him. He believed Wang Ziheng completely lacked the courage and bearing a businessman ought to have, that he acted rashly and impulsively without considering the consequences. Wang Ziheng has already been relieved of his position by his father.

I am now handling the related matters, and the agreement before you is the best offer I can make."

Mo Fei was somewhat surprised. "The boss knows about this?"

"Of course. Otherwise, what did you think this was? Some melodramatic tale about a rich second-generation heir throwing his weight around at his own company and oppressing his subordinates? Heh, you've read too many novels. The boss personally set the tone for this matter."

Mo Fei found it hard to believe. "The boss personally wants to take my game account?"

"Not your account. Every streamer's account."

"Let me educate you, Mr. Mo. Capital is capital because of its relentless pursuit of profit, and pursuing profit inevitably means taking risks. Those risks may mean financial losses, or they may mean threats to personal safety.

Every year, the news reports cases of migrant workers failing to collect unpaid wages and killing real estate bosses in rage. Yet wages still go unpaid. Why? The answer is simple. Capital is gambling—gambling that migrant workers will not dare do such a thing. After all, there are only a few people willing to risk their lives.

And usually, capital wins that gamble.

Skyworld is currently the hottest game on the market. The value contained within it is immeasurable. No matter what, the boss will not relinquish control over the game accounts.

I have already learned about Mr. Mo's methods. They truly opened my eyes. There are very few people as spirited as you in this day and age, but that has no meaning. Business is business. If a contract cannot generate enormous profits, what meaning does it have?

I carefully studied the contract Mr. Mo signed at the beginning, as well as the company regulations.

Demanding twenty-seven and a half million in compensation was indeed rather ridiculous. Legally, it probably would not hold up. However, Mr. Mo did violate some company regulations. Under the terms of the contract, we have the right to dismiss Mr. Mo and reclaim all income earned by Mr. Mo during his streaming period, including your game account.

We absolutely will not lose in court.

Mr. Mo, do not think you can use violence to threaten us into negotiating terms. That is absolutely impossible. Even if the boss brought money to hire a legal team like mine, he would not give it to you, because that would send a very bad signal. It would make people think they truly stood on equal footing with capital and could engage in fair transactions.

That they could risk their lives to carve off a piece of capital's flesh—no, no, no. That is absolutely impossible. Capital has its own rules of the game. You either obey them or become its enemy.

In fact, this matter could have been resolved in a better way. We could have privately given Mr. Mo a large sum in compensation while publicly reclaiming the account and character for one million. That would have ensured that no bad signal was sent.

But after yesterday's incident, that possibility has been strangled. That was Wang Ziheng's mistake, and he has already paid the price for his impulsiveness. Now it is Mr. Mo's turn.

If Mr. Mo feels angry, that is entirely understandable. As the head of the legal team, I am standing right before you. I can responsibly say that I can bear full responsibility for this matter. If you truly want to risk your life against someone, come after me. I can even provide you with the tool."

As he spoke, the man pulled an exquisite little knife from his pocket, with a gleaming blade and an ornate handle. "Believe me, this is far more useful than a fountain pen."

He pushed the knife directly in front of Mo Fei, then picked up the fountain pen. "Or perhaps Mr. Mo does not intend to do that and will accept our proposal—accept this one million."

He placed the fountain pen on the other side of the contract.

Then he folded his arms and looked at Mo Fei. There was neither smugness nor fear on his face. He simply watched him.

Mo Fei looked at the knife and fountain pen on the table, then at the man's composed expression. You're fucking blunt, aren't you? Should I praise you for being forthright, or curse you for being shameless?

He reached out and picked up the knife. The lawyer's expression changed slightly, but he did not move. The security guards beside him wanted to act, but the lawyer waved them off.

"I am a very good judge of people. Mr. Mo is definitely not someone who would act on impulse. If I am wrong, I am willing to pay the price for my mistake."

Kill him! What are you waiting for? That voice emerged once again.

Mo Fei seemed to see those crimson eyes reflected in the blade. The air suddenly turned scorching hot.

Do it! Kill him! Drive the blade straight through him. Those useless security guards can't stop us!

Mo Fei felt his vision blur. He immediately shut his eyes, doing his best to resist the will attempting to control him.

Kill him! Kill him! Why aren't you killing him yet? Useless trash. Garbage. If you don't dare, then let me...

"Shut up!" Mo Fei said through gritted teeth. Situ Cheng was slightly taken aback and glanced at the supervisor. So you were right after all. This man's mind might really be a little abnormal.

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