From Wage Slave to Tycoon

Chapter 98: Chapter 94: Have to Wait 2.5 Years??

Live from the League of Legends World Championship in Paris!

"The LPL has been completely wiped out!"

Si Cong watched as the last LPL team, EDG, was eliminated in the quarterfinals. He slumped back in his chair, expressionless, as if all the air had been let out of him.

Even Su Chen, sitting beside him, looked grim—not just because of the loss, but because of what the surrounding audience members were saying.

"Fuck, did I fly all the way from China just to watch you guys play like shit?"

"Is this the best the LPL can do? And they called themselves the strongest region this season? Looks like they’re just hometown heroes! Hahahaha!"

"People were saying the LPL was going to take the championship this season. And what happened? Not a single one of their teams made it into the top eight. The LCK is still the strongest!"

There were curses, taunts, and smug boasts...

The only thing missing was any trace of encouragement.

Many LPL fans, who had traveled thousands of miles from China to be there, looked utterly dejected. Listening to the scorn of the others, some wanted to argue back, but the thought of the final score made them hold their tongues. With long sighs, they began to pack their things and trickle out of the stadium.

Su Chen gently patted Si Cong’s shoulder. "Come on. We pretty much saw this coming a few days ago, didn’t we? Why are you still having such a hard time with it?"

"Heh..." Si Cong laughed bitterly. "People are stubborn. You never give up until you’ve hit a brick wall. Right up to the last second, you always hold out hope for a comeback. Isn’t that the beauty of competitive gaming? It’s a shame we let all the fans back home down this year."

"It’s good that you think that way. This might have been the LPL’s toughest year, but I’m sure the major clubs will learn from the humiliation and come back stronger."

’Su Chen could already imagine the firestorm this LPL result would ignite back home. After all, the teams carried the hopes and dreams of countless fans. The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, as they say. I just hope the players can handle the online backlash when they get back.’

"Let’s go. We’ll be back to fight again next year!" Si Cong stood up. Watching the victorious team celebrating in the center of the arena, his expression shifted back to one of fierce determination.

The two of them put on masks and slowly left the stadium, blending in with the departing crowd.

........

"Old Su, hurry up and bring out that fifty-year-old wine you brought back! I need something to soothe my wounded heart!" The moment Si Cong returned to the manor, he threw himself onto the sofa and looked at Su Chen with a pitiable expression.

Su Chen just smiled and shook his head at the sight, but he still had the butler bring out a bottle of wine along with some food prepared by Jiang Hui.

Ever since coming to Paris, all of Su Chen’s meals had been handled by Jiang Hui...

It couldn’t be helped; he found there really wasn’t much to his liking in Paris. It was always steak, foie gras, escargot, or something of the sort, which was enough to give Su Chen a headache just thinking about it.

In the end, Jiang Hui had to take on the role of head chef, with Chen Fei and Xiao Peng assisting him. Only then was Su Chen able to eat some food he considered normal.

The fifty-year-old bottle of wine had barely touched the table before Si Cong snatched it. He eagerly poured himself a large glass and began to savor it carefully.

"Ah, there’s nothing like a fine wine to chase away the blues!"

With one gulp of the fine wine, all of Si Cong’s worries were cast to the back of his mind.

The two had only been sipping their drinks for a moment when the butler, Bui, rushed in.

Seeing his frantic state, Su Chen frowned slightly and put down his wine glass. "What is it? Why are you in such a panic?" he asked, a hint of reprimand in his voice.

"Sir, Mr. Arno is here!" Bui said, his voice filled with apprehension.

Hearing that it was Arno, Su Chen understood Bui’s haste. After all, Bui had served Arno for many years. How could he not be diligent when his old master paid a visit?

’As for why Arno was visiting again, Su Chen figured there must be some progress on the matter they had discussed before.’

"I understand. Please take Mr. Arno to the rear garden. I’ll be right there."

Su Chen straightened his clothes, called for Jiang Hui, and then headed for the rear garden.

Si Cong, still on the sofa, watched Su Chen leave. A grin spread across his face when he saw that the bottle of fifty-year-old wine was still on the table.

He immediately shot up, grabbed the wine and a few of the side dishes, then waved his girlfriend over and disappeared back into his room.

......

As soon as Su Chen entered the rear garden, he saw Arno sitting leisurely in a chair and sipping coffee. Shuraya stood quietly by his side, holding a box.

His eyes narrowed slightly. ’That box must contain the sheep’s head we talked about.’

"My apologies for keeping you waiting, Mr. Arno," Su Chen said with a smile.

"Hahaha, not at all! I just arrived myself."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries.

Su Chen’s gaze shifted to the box in Shuraya’s hands. Without beating around the bush, he went straight to the heart of the matter.

"Mr. Arno, is this the sheep’s head you told me about?" Su Chen asked, his eyes alight with anticipation.

"Of course! It took me two full days of negotiating with old John before he finally agreed to part with it!" Arno said with a hearty laugh, his words clearly indicating the effort he had expended.

’How could I not understand what he’s getting at?’ Su Chen thought. ’He’s just making it clear how much trouble he went through so I’ll be indebted to him.’

"Hahaha! You’ve really gone to a great deal of trouble, Mr. Arno!"

Shuraya, ever so tactful, placed the box down in front of Su Chen.

Su Chen glanced at the box, then gestured to Jiang Hui, signaling for him to take it.

Having worked with him for so long, Jiang Hui understood Su Chen’s intentions with a single glance. He picked up the box and stepped to the side.