GBP Chapter 221 Little Cloud Esports
Chapter 221 Little Cloud Esports
One hour ago.
The hospital corridor lights shone on the walls, making them look like they had been painted white.
Chen Fei sat on a bench in the corridor, his elbows resting on his knees, his head down.
The ward door was closed, but through the glass window in the door you could see the bed inside, where my mother was lying, the blanket pulled up to her chin, her face pale.
His phone rang, he glanced at the screen, but didn't answer.
It rang again, but I still didn't answer.
He answered the phone on the third ring.
"Chen Fei, your mother's medical bills must be paid today. If you don't pay, we'll have to discharge her."
The doctor's voice came through the microphone, indifferent, as if he were reading a notice.
Chen Fei gripped his phone tightly, his fingers clenched.
"Doctor, give me two more days, I'll try to make it work..."
"You've already delayed for five days. Hospitals are not charities."
The phone hangs up.
Chen Fei sat there, his phone still pressed against his ear, the dial tone coming from it.
He put his phone down, scrolled through his contacts, and dialed them one by one.
I called my uncle, but he didn't answer.
I called my second uncle, and he answered, saying he was also short of money lately.
I called my aunt and told her that it would cost money for my child to go to school.
I called my uncle and told him that we had just bought a house.
I made every single call, and hung up on every single one.
He placed his phone on his lap, looked down, and stared at the crack in the floor.
Suddenly I felt something sticking out of my pocket. I took it out and found it was a poster, folded up with the corners rolled up.
He took it out and unfolded it.
The sign read, "Esports studio hiring. Base salary 1500 plus commission."
The address is below.
He stared at the poster for a few seconds, remembered what had happened that morning, and stood up.
I walked to the door of the ward and glanced through the glass window.
My mother is still asleep, breathing very lightly.
He stuffed the poster into his pocket, turned around, and left.
The bus swayed and rocked, and the streetlights outside the window receded one by one.
He leaned against the window, looking outside.
He was almost there, and he looked at the shops along the roadside, counting them one by one.
Turning the corner, he saw the shop in the distance.
The light is still on.
Light shone through the glass door, illuminating a small patch of the sidewalk.
He was stunned.
Song Huan shoveled the last grain of rice from her boxed lunch into her mouth, placed her chopsticks on the empty box, stood up, and walked toward the trash can.
Chen Fei rushed in through that door.
He was panting, bent over, and supporting himself on his knees.
The strap of the canvas bag slipped off his shoulder and dragged on the ground.
He looked up, his forehead covered in sweat, his face flushed red, whether from running or something else, it was hard to tell.
"I'm sorry, I'm late."
His voice was hoarse, as if it were being squeezed out of his throat.
Song Huan threw the empty box into the trash can, walked back, and leaned against the counter.
Song Huan was taken aback for a moment, then a smile appeared on her face.
"It's alright, have a seat."
Chen Fei straightened up, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
He placed the canvas bag at his feet and took a deep breath.
"My name is Chen Fei, and I majored in management in school."
Song Huan nodded, picked up the pen on the table, and wrote a name on the form.
Xiao Yunqing, sitting next to him, paused for a moment when she heard the word "management".
She turned to look at Song Huan, then at Chen Fei.
Is he really a management major?
Without looking up, Song Huan pulled a contract from the drawer and pushed it in front of Chen Fei.
Xiao Yunqing took out another portion from her bag and placed it on the table as well.
The two contracts were identical.
Two copies.
Chen Fei looked down at the contract.
The cover reads, "Esports Studio Management Position Employment Contract".
Chen Fei opened it.
Page 1, Position: Studio Manager.
Page 2, Salary: Base salary of 3,000, plus commission and year-end bonus.
Page 3, Probation period: None.
His finger stopped on the third page, and he looked up at Song Huan.
Chen Fei asked incredulously, "Are you sure you didn't take the wrong one?"
Song Huan leaned back in her chair. "I didn't take the wrong one."
Chen Fei fell silent.
This salary was five or six times higher than what he earned doing odd jobs outside.
He closed the contract and placed it on the table.
He clasped his hands together and rotated his thumbs twice.
"Could I... receive an advance of two months' salary?"
His voice lowered, as if he was afraid of being overheard.
He quickly stood up, and the chair slid back a bit.
"My mom is in the hospital and urgently needs money. I know this is unreasonable, but I..."
Song Huan didn't let him finish speaking.
He glanced at Xiao Yunqing.
Xiao Yunqing took an envelope out of her bag, a bulging yellow kraft paper envelope, placed it on the table, and pushed it over.
Chen Fei was stunned.
He looked at the envelope, then at Song Huan.
Song Huan's tone was very flat.
"This is your salary for five months. I only have one request: come to work next Sunday."
Chen Fei's hand remained on the envelope, but he didn't pick it up.
He looked down at the envelope for several seconds.
Then I picked it up, put it in the canvas bag, and zipped it up.
He opened the contract, picked up a pen, and signed his name.
Stand up and push the chair back.
"Thanks."
He turned and left, walking quickly.
When I reached the door, I paused for a moment without turning around.
He pushed open the door and went out.
Xiao Yunqing stood by the window, watching him walk past the streetlights, his shadow trailing long on the ground.
She turned back to Song Huan and said, "You trust him that much? Aren't you afraid he'll take the money and run?"
Song Huan shrugged, stacked the forms on the table, and clipped them together.
"Let him run. Your dad's a cop, and the money I gave him is enough to file a case." He chuckled. "He can't escape."
Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, revealing her white teeth.
……
Next Saturday arrived in the blink of an eye, and sunlight streamed in through the glass doors, shining brightly on the internet cafe floor.
It will officially open tomorrow.
Song Huan was setting up the computers on the second floor, turning them on one by one, checking the system, and updating the drivers.
Xiao Yunqing sat at a table next to the front desk on the first floor, with a math test paper spread out in front of her, a pen in her hand, and writing with her head down.
I did two problems, then stopped and rubbed my eyes.
After writing two more questions, I put down my pen, stood up, walked to the freezer, opened the glass door, took out a cup of honey grapefruit tea, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip.
The freezer was already stocked with drinks: Coke, Sprite, and iced tea, all neatly arranged in rows.
Employees are charged a fee, at a normal price.
But for her, it's free.
Song Huan came down from the second floor, holding a rag in her hand, and wiped the dust off her hands.
Seeing Xiao Yunqing happily drinking the honey grapefruit tea while leaning against the refrigerator, I couldn't help but say something.
"It hasn't even opened yet, and you're already going to bankrupt it by drinking it all up."
Xiao Yunqing curled her lip, "Hmph, then I'll drink you into bankruptcy."
She screwed the lid on, walked back to the table, and was about to sit down and start writing her test paper.
Several people suddenly appeared outside.
He was carrying a ladder, a toolbox, wearing a blue work uniform, and a safety helmet.
They stopped at the entrance of the internet cafe, set up a ladder, and started climbing up.
Xiao Yunqing was terrified and almost dropped the honey grapefruit tea in her hand.
She turned around and called up to the second floor, "Huanhuan, come quick! What happened?"
The sound was sharp and bright, and it bounced several times in the empty internet cafe.
Song Huan walked down from the second floor at a leisurely pace.
He walked to the door, looked out through the glass door, and smiled.
Pushing open the glass door, a blast of cold air rushed in, chilly and refreshing.
"You'll understand once you come out with me."
Xiao Yunqing quickly put down the honey grapefruit tea and followed him out.
A cold wind blew in her face, and she hunched her shoulders.
A ladder was set up at the entrance, and workers were climbing up to dismantle the old signboard.
A small truck was parked nearby, with a new sign lying in the cargo bed, wrapped in plastic film, and several workers were untying the ropes.
The plastic film was torn off, revealing the signboard.
The background is light blue, the words are white, and there is a cartoon cloud on it, smiling with two rosy cheeks.
The five characters "Xiaoyunduo Esports" shone brightly under the streetlights.
The workers hung up the new sign, tightened the screws, and turned on the power.
The light came on, a soft, pale blue glow that wasn't glaring.
When that cloud lit up, it looked like it was smiling.
Xiao Yunqing stood at the door, looking up at the signboard.
The wind blew, lifting her hair, but she didn't press it down.
She looked at the cloud, at the five words, her mouth agape, but no words came out.
Song Huan stood next to her, her hands in her pockets, also looking up at the signboard.
"Looks good, right?" He shrugged. "I'll be the owner of this shop from now on."
He paused for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips. "You're the owner of this shop."
After saying that, he turned and walked back.
With his hands in his pockets, whistling, and walking slowly.
Xiao Yunqing stood there watching his back as he walked through the glass door. The light shone on him, casting his shadow behind him.
Her eyes welled up with tears, and her nose stung with emotion.
She looked up at the sign.
Little Cloud Esports.
That cloud is smiling.
She was smiling too.
She stood there for a long time, the wind chilling her face, but she didn't move.
At that moment, a worker climbed down the ladder, holding a wrench, and walked up to her.
"Um, boss lady, when will I get my wages?"
Xiao Yunqing was stunned.
Her face turned from white to red, and she turned around and shouted something into the glass door.
"Song Huan, you bastard!"
The sound came from the doorway and was played several times inside the internet cafe.
Song Huan sat behind the front desk, legs crossed, holding a cup of cola in her hand. She took a sip and her lips curled up in a wide smile.
Xiao Yunqing stormed in, stood in front of him, and glared at him.
Song Huan put down the cola, took an envelope from the drawer, and handed it to the worker.
The worker took it, counted it, nodded, and left.
Xiao Yunqing was still standing there, her face flushed.
Song Huan looked at her.
"What's wrong, boss lady? Any other instructions?"
Xiao Yunqing gritted her teeth and slapped the back of his head.
It's not heavy, but it's very loud.
Song Huan rubbed the back of her head and smiled.
Xiao Yunqing turned back, walked back to the table, sat down, picked up her pen, and continued writing the exam paper.
The pen scratched across the paper, wrote two lines, and then stopped.
She couldn't help but run outside again, looking up at the sign above the glass door.
Looking at the light blue photo, Xiao Yunqing narrowed her eyes and smiled happily.
[It really is beautiful...]