Chapter 902: Ruler of Esports 16

At that moment, Fan Tong stepped forward with a polite smile and greeted, “Hello, Auntie. I’m Fan Tong.”

“Hello, hello,” Mother Tang replied quickly, nodding as she looked him over. Seeing his calm and courteous demeanor, her initial tension eased slightly. Still, she asked cautiously, “You came to see Wan Wan?”

“Yes,” Fan Tong said with a gentle tone. “Wan Wan is very talented at games. I came here to invite her to join our team. The base salary is fifty thousand a month, not including bonuses. Since she’s still in her senior year, she won’t be able to compete yet, so for now it would just be the base salary. Once she officially participates in matches, she’ll also receive performance bonuses.”

Mother Tang froze.

Fifty thousand… a month?

She worked tirelessly all year just to earn that much.

And now someone was saying her daughter could earn the same amount in a single month—just by playing games?

Her first instinct was suspicion.

“This salary… is too high, isn’t it?” she said, her expression tightening. “How can there be such a good thing in the world?”

What if this man was trying to lure Wan Wan with a high salary, only to deceive her later?

Seeing her wariness, Fan Tong couldn’t help but feel a little helpless, but he quickly explained in a steady voice, “Auntie, don’t worry. I’m not a scammer. If you don’t believe me, you can look it up online. For professional players in Honor of Kings, a monthly salary of fifty thousand isn’t unusual.”

Hearing this, Mother Tang instinctively glanced at Tang Wan.

Tang Wan nodded immediately. “Mom, he really is the captain of a professional team. And he just said he can even advance me a year’s salary, so you won’t have to work so hard.”

Mother Tang was stunned.

After a moment, she pressed her lips together, then said decisively, “Alright. Let’s go upstairs and talk.”

She wasn’t the kind of rigid parent who rejected everything unfamiliar. In today’s world, how many people could earn fifty thousand a month? If what he said was true, she had no reason to stop her daughter.

If others could succeed through this path, why couldn’t her Wan Wan?

Hearing this, Fan Tong’s eyes brightened. “Of course, Auntie.”

He followed Mother Tang and Tang Wan upstairs.

…

Once inside, Mother Tang poured him a glass of water, then gestured for Tang Wan to go wash the rice in the kitchen.

After Tang Wan left, she turned back to Fan Tong and began asking detailed questions about what it meant to be a professional player.

Only after understanding everything clearly did she nod slowly. Then she asked, “How long can Wan Wan work in this field?”

Fan Tong answered honestly, “That depends on how long she can maintain her peak condition. Generally speaking, professional players stay at their best for about three to five years. Wan Wan is only seventeen, so she could compete for close to five years.”

Mother Tang fell silent, calculating quickly in her mind.

Fifty thousand a month meant six hundred thousand a year.

In five years—that was three million.

By then, Wan Wan would only be around twenty-three. Still young, with savings enough to buy a home and live comfortably even without a high-paying job.

Compared to spending four years in university and then earning four or five thousand a month… this path seemed far more promising.

After weighing everything, she nodded again.

“I understand,” she said, then looked at Fan Tong more seriously. “What about the other benefits? A neighbor’s child is also a professional player—I heard the company provides food and accommodation.”