Especially that Ma Yun, the boss who wants to do everything, Wang Jianlin's arch-rival for the position of the richest man.
Wang Jianlin realized that he couldn't let Jiang Siming go and immediately made a decision, saying to Wang Xiaozhang:
"Reply to him now, tell him that Wanda is willing to discuss these two businesses, but the details need to be negotiated in person. Ask him to set a time."
"Dad, you want to bargain with him face to face?" Wang Xiaozhang immediately understood.
Wang Jianlin nodded and said, "How can we not negotiate? This kid is driving such a hard bargain that even if we take over, there won't be much profit left. We have to make him give up a little more."
This was the first business confrontation between Wang Jianlin and a young man.
The key point was that from the very start, Wang was at a disadvantage, while Jiang Siming held absolute control.
Wang Jianlin put himself in his shoes and thought, if he were the one holding the gambling license and land, he wouldn't easily agree either.
Thinking about it this way gave him a headache—he could only hope that this young man lacked negotiation experience and could be persuaded...
The long-awaited elimination match had finally begun for Jiang Siming!
Damn, he had waited for half a month for this.
Fortunately, the elimination match consisted of five rounds, so there was plenty to play.
However, the matches were being held in Hangzhou, not Shanghai.
It seemed that Bluehole wanted to imitate Riot Games and expand the game's influence across various cities to attract more fans.
With the booming development of the esports industry, local government departments in major cities were more than happy to introduce esports events.
Hangzhou was no exception. It not only provided the venue but also arranged police officers to maintain order.
Normally, an elimination match wouldn't require such a grand setup, but with Jiang Siming participating, things were different.
Jiang Siming was no longer just a professional player—his popularity surpassed that of top-tier celebrities, and his status in PUBG was comparable to Michael Jordan in basketball.
The young people of Hangzhou had never seen Jiang Siming in person before. As soon as they heard the elimination matches would be held there, the tickets sold out almost instantly.
On the day of the event, a massive crowd gathered at the entrance of the Hangzhou Esports Stadium—something rarely seen in previous PUBG tournament venues.
Even those without tickets waited outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.
One after another, professional teams entered the stadium. Some well-known players still received enthusiastic reactions from the crowd.
Players like 17shou, OMG's Little Lion and Smiling, and RNG's XDD—these were the star players of PUBG, naturally enjoying special treatment.
After a while, a bus with the 4AM club logo pulled up at the stadium entrance.
This was a new addition to 4AM, as they realized that such a big club needed a proper team bus to maintain their prestige.
In League of Legends, every major club had its own dedicated bus, or at least rented one temporarily to keep up appearances.
The bus had driven all the way from Shanghai to Hangzhou, but since the two cities were not far apart, the trip didn't take long.
However, the atmosphere it created was entirely different—compared to other teams who took the high-speed rail and then a taxi, 4AM's arrival was on a whole different level, exuding status and pride.
As soon as the bus arrived, the crowd outside became excited. After waiting for so long, they finally saw the main attraction!
If 17shou and his team were considered star players in PUBG, then 4AM was a superstar team. Except for Aluka, Xinguang, and Wang Duoyu, who had slightly lower popularity, Wei Shen was already a top-tier player. Jiang Siming, however, was on a level at least two tiers above Wei Shen.
"4AM is awesome!"
"4AM must win today!"
"Ming God, you're so handsome!"
"Ming God, be my girlf... no, no, I mean, be my boyfriend! (shy)"
"Ming God, can I get your autograph?"
"Ming God, you have to win over Reba!"
Seeing the enthusiastic crowd outside, the clueless police officers thought that some top celebrity had come to the event.
Jiang Siming and Wei Shen were immediately surrounded by fans, while Xinguang and Wang Duoyu, having lower popularity, managed to slip away and avoid the chaos.
Faced with the enthusiasm of the Hangzhou fans, Jiang Siming and Wei Shen couldn't just walk away. They took the time to sign autographs for everyone outside.
Wei Shen was surrounded by dozens of people, but Jiang Siming had it the worst—nearly two to three hundred fans were there just for him. Even when Wei Shen finished signing and was free, those fans didn't even glance his way.
"This guy is getting more and more discouraging to be around," Wei Shen said with schadenfreude before ditching Jiang Siming and sneaking away.
Luckily, thanks to his experience at the Carnival event, Jiang Siming, who had been mobbed by tens of thousands before, remained unfazed by just a few hundred fans. He calmly and efficiently signed autographs.
In just ten minutes, he finished, greeted the fans, and finally entered the venue.
Finding his seat, installing peripherals, adjusting settings, and testing his aim—after completing the pre-game preparations, the match officially began.
Sitting in his chair, Jiang Siming was fully focused on one thing: securing kills. The lure of fragments was irresistible.
"Old Jiang, why do you always seem so excited during matches? You're usually so calm," Wei Shen teased with a smile.
"You wouldn't understand. This is called passion for the game. This is the difference between a professional player like me and an amateur like you."
"Screw you! I've been playing professionally for almost ten years!" Wei Shen cursed with a laugh.
The four of them entered the game lobby and quickly realized they stood out.
They were all wearing Jiang Siming's MVP outfit, while the other teams didn't.
If this were a casual match, other players might wear it too, but in an official competition, no one would be caught wearing their rival's skin—pride mattered more than cosmetics.
As a result, 4AM was instantly recognizable. Even an idiot could tell that these four had to be 4AM.
"We might be exposing our identities too much. Should we take it off once we get in-game?" Xinguang was the first to chicken out, feeling that wearing this flashy outfit would make them a bigger target.
After all, Jiang Siming's MVP outfit was incredibly eye-catching. Compared to other skins, it was like the difference between a billionaire and a beggar.
How could it not attract attention?
Xinguang thought that if he stood next to other players and someone opened fire, he would definitely be shot first.
After all, in casual matches, he also targeted players with expensive outfits first—was this some kind of anti-rich sentiment?
"Take it off? No way! This is our first time wearing Old Jiang's skin in battle. We can't back down now! Don't worry, we have Old Jiang with us," Wei Shen declared firmly. S~eaʀᴄh the NovelZone.fun website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
Jiang Siming patted Wei Shen's shoulder approvingly and said, "Ah Wei, my dear prince, you've finally grown up. I'm very pleased."
"Screw off!"
The plane took off!
The first match was on the desert map, which was unusual since tournaments typically started with the island map.
"Old Jiang, what's the plan?" Wei Shen asked.
"Same as always—I'm going solo," Jiang Siming replied without hesitation.
The other three nodded without any objections. After all, they were counting on Old Jiang to go solo and rack up points for them—why would they have any complaints?