College Construction: My Principal System Chapter 19
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"The champion is back!"
With such cheers, the school gates opened, and the official team of League of Legends Game Operator Fist sent all the members of the GNG Battle team back to Yun Ding High School.
Behind them were a large group of e-sports team managers and the business teams of the tournament sponsors.
"Uzi, Uzi, please wait! Team Penguin sincerely invites you to join! Your monthly salary is 200,000 RMB!"
"300,000! and a large portion of the competition prize money!"
"Student Li Sang-ho! Mr. Faker! Have you considered transferring to our Korean three-star team?"
"The three-star team is willing to provide 300 million won of guaranteed annual income!"
"Hello, I'm the business representative of SK Financial Group. We can provide 500 million!"
"In the entire competition, you guys are the team that I think the most highly of. Staying in a school team like Yun Ding High School is really a waste of talent."
"Come to our team! I dare to predict that you will shine in the World Finals."
"Entrust your professional careers to me, and I will make you the most dazzling stars in the eyes of all the gaming players in the world!"
"..."
The business personnel of the various large financial groups at the entrance fought to be the first to step through Yun Ding High School's Gate.
Fortunately, the school's security system was very strict.
It blocked the threatening e-sports managers outside the gate.
But even so.
The video camera behind Bing Bing still captured the entire process of the e-sports club GNG winning the championship and returning to glory.
As well as the crazy competition for talents outside.
"What? Did I hear wrong? A monthly salary of 200,000-300,000?"
"300 million won, converted into RMB, that's close to 2 million yuan, right?!"
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"Hiss! How terrifying! What e-sports industry are they talking about... is it really that rich..."
"Then I'm already 42 years old. Is it still not too late for me to change careers and become an e-sports athlete?"
The teachers and parents in front of the television were all dumbfounded.
A monthly salary of 200,000 to 300,000 RMB; an annual salary of 300,000,000 to 500,000,000 won.
What kind of concept was this? In other words, these high school students, who were only 15 or 16 years old, had won such a competition.
Yet, they had become millionaires with an average annual salary of 2,000,000 RMB?
Although the annual salary of a millionaire these days was no longer that of a top-tier millionaire.
But just a High School student had an annual income of a million yuan as his usual pocket money, which was quite considerable.
One had to know that many teachers and parents in front of the television had never earned an annual salary of a million yuan in their entire lives.
Previously, what people discussed in the bullet screen was that the students' main job was to study.
Everyone had to take the college entrance examination, a single wooden bridge where thousands of soldiers and horses fought against each other.
But even if they took the college entrance examination and named a famous school, after graduating from a famous school, wouldn't they just go to a listed company and become a hardworking worker with a monthly salary of more than 10,000?
This was still not as comfortable as the High School students.
At least they were doing what they liked to do.
Now, the teachers and parents could not help but have some doubts.
"So, playing games can also lead to the peak of life?"
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"I'm convinced. If the gaming industry can really earn so much money, I take back what I just said."
"Adults, times have changed, and gaming is also an industry. I support children embracing the times, embracing progress, and embracing technological change!"
"If that brat at my house can earn millions a year playing games, I will support him in whatever he does."
"I understand now, friends. I'll send the child to the internet cafe to play League of Legends. He's not allowed to leave the computer until he reaches the king level!"
...
The experimental High School's teaching director, He Yang, was panicking. The troll army was also panicking.
After hearing the astronomical annual salary offered by the various battle teams.
The tide of public opinion in the live broadcast room suddenly turned. Almost everyone had changed from their previous doubts to their current acceptance.
He Yang really did not expect that High School students could really earn so much money by playing games.
Damn it. The modern people were really greedy when it came to money.
Although he gritted his teeth and thought so, He Yang's heart also felt sour.
After all, he was the director of education in a public school. With the year-end bonus and all the benefits, he only had less than 200,000 a year.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
He had to turn the tide of public opinion around.
"Teachers, parents, you must be confused! "In this world, the students who have the talent of e-sports and can make money from games are the lucky few. "I believe that most of the students are ordinary people without any talent. Can they also earn millions of Yuan a year through the evil ways of the game industry?
"This is a school, a sacred place for education. It is a ladder for most of the children from ordinary backgrounds to get rid of the shackles of their own class."
"The students should still be concerned about their own studies first!"
"It is true that there are very few students in Yun Ding High School who can make money by stepping out of the e-sports industry. Then, what about the rest of the students?"
"What about those students who watched the live broadcast of the game on the Big TV screen during their lunch break?"
"What they sacrificed was their precious academic results!"
"In other words, they became the funerary objects of these e-sports athletes!"
As the director of education, He Yang taught ideological and political education in the school. He was extremely proficient in the use of dialectic weapons.
Black could be said to be white, white could be said to be black.
And his tone was extremely provocative. As he spoke, not to mention children, many adults who did not have the ability to think independently would be led astray.
Thus.
When He Yang typed the words "Buried along with the deceased" in the bullet screen.
The live broadcast room exploded again.
"Director he is right! E-sports is an evil way. Students should still focus on learning."
"Poor parents. On behalf of the parents, I advise those Yun Ding High School students who are watching the livestream to go back to your study room and study hard."
"Agreed! It's not a big deal for e-sports to win a big prize. Only if they win a big prize in studies can it count."
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