Chapter 33: The Honor Zone Does Not Contain Honor
Feng Xianjun felt that he was about to become red.

The reason is very simple. Just now, the executive from Tenghai who is responsible for connecting with the Honor Professional League called.

On the phone, the other party told Feng Xianjun a bolt from the blue in a very tactful and restrained tone.

The live broadcast popularity of the Honor League on Xianyu was somewhat lower than expected.

When Feng Xianjun heard the news, his eyes went dark and he almost confessed on the spot.

If he lost this enormous wealth, he wouldn't be able to explain to the entire alliance.

One very unusual thing is that even though Tencent has been making big moves recently and is sharpening its knives, the official Honor side has shown no reaction at all, as if it were dead.

The reason for this was that Pei Yunteng himself made a very rare misjudgment.

He overestimates the size of the Glory Professional League.

He subconsciously compared the scale of the Honor Professional League to that of LPL or even NBA, and when he obtained the broadcasting rights of the Honor League, he referred to the contract of a certain company.

A certain Jamaican company spent 20 billion yuan over five years to buy the broadcasting rights for LPL, so Pei Yunteng didn't think too much about it and threw over a million yuan a year contract.

I thought I was going to be a grandson, but who knew I ended up having an adopted son.

Pei Yunteng didn't expect that Glory's seemingly prosperous transaction flow was actually quite inflated.

Just like the 200 million contract between Wei Chen and Samsara, it was actually made up of million in cash, million in installments over two years, and million in cheap materials.

Those transfers worth millions or tens of millions in the league are basically played in this way.

Not to mention, this is still the eighth season before the Glory explosion.

Samsara hasn't won the championship yet!
The cash flow of the Honor Alliance is not as strong as imagined.

Then, Tenghai came in with a swagger and with a wave of his hand, there was a cash flow of 300 million.

And also took care of all the small matters related to live broadcast.

I won’t say anything more, just call me dad.

The attitude of the top management of the Honor Alliance towards Tenghai is basically the same as that towards their superior company.

After all, Honor of Kings, the company that owns the company, has been in a mess every year. Apart from collecting money, it has been too lazy to even update a major version in three years.

Unlike his godfather Teng Hai, he was able to build a fully functional live broadcast room for the Honor League in just three days.

Because he successfully recognized Teng Hai as his adoptive father, Feng Xianjun is currently enjoying great success in the alliance.

Now that his adoptive father has blamed him, he is of course the most panicked one.

"What's going on?" Feng Xianjun was furious at the meeting.

Tenghai’s statement of “not meeting expectations” was already very euphemistic. It was only after Feng Xianjun actually saw the financial statements that he realized how exaggerated it was.

As an official live broadcast room, the traffic of the Glory League is not even comparable to that of top anchors such as Ye Xiu, Zhang Jiale, and Sun Zheping.

You know, the five-year contracts of these three guys combined are not as high as the one-year broadcasting fee of the Glory League!
Is this still available?

The employees of the Honor Alliance looked at each other in bewilderment at Feng Xianjun's anger. After a long time, someone finally gritted his teeth and stood up.

"Chairman Feng, how about we go find Ye Xiu and the others to learn from them?"

"They are all the same content on Honor Live, so why can they maintain such outstanding popularity?"

Feng Xianjun stopped yelling and fell into deep thought.

There was no way he would ask Teng Hai for help.

I took the sky-high price of 300 million yuan, but I can't even handle such a small matter. How can I get the money next year?

Looking for Ye Xiu and the others... seems like it might be a good choice.

"That makes sense. How about this? You guys do some more research over there, and I'll go talk to Ye Xiu and the others in person."

After returning to the office, Feng Xianjun originally wanted to call Ye Xiu or Zhang Jiale directly.

But after thinking about it, I decided not to rush and go to their live broadcast room first to see how they broadcast Honor of Kings.
Opening Xianyu Live, Zhang Jiale's live broadcast room was extremely prominently featured on the homepage. "Zhang Jiale? He and his Hundred Flowers Dazzling should be a great gimmick, right?" Feng Xianjun thought, and clicked in.

However, what came into his eyes was not what he had expected, the scene of Zhang Jiale's gorgeous hundred-flower style of play.

But a man with extremely crude modeling.

The man sat in a clay pot and moved around using a pickaxe to support himself on the ground.

Zhang Jiale carefully controlled the man to move forward, climb over obstacles and climb upwards.

His eyes were so serious and solemn, as if he was participating in the glory finals.

After he finally guided the pottery man over a small hill, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt somewhat complacent:
"I'm telling you, you have to smile when playing games. Don't look sad. Just play with a smile, like this, hehe—"

Then, his joy turned into sorrow. The control in his hand shook, and the clay pot man slid straight down. He fell in the air for seven or eight seconds and finally landed in a relatively flat area.

Zhang Jiale's face turned visibly red, and his eyes became ferocious.

"Play with you——————"

His years of professionalism reluctantly prevented him from saying the last word.

Feng Xianjun was annoyed.

Shouldn't he be broadcasting Glory live? What the hell is going on?

He dialed Zhang Jiale's number in a daze.

Zhang Jiale was getting extremely angry when his cell phone suddenly rang.

He picked it up impatiently and glanced at the notes, then suddenly froze.

"Hey guys, I'm going to take a call and I'll be right back."

As Zhang Jiale left the live broadcast room, Feng Xianjun's call was finally connected.

He quickly perked up: "Hello? Is that Xiao Zhang? I'm Feng Xianjun."

"Chairman Feng? You called me personally?" Zhang Jiale was a little surprised.

Feng Xianjun smiled bitterly, without any hesitation, and directly explained the purpose of his visit.

Zhang Jiale was silent for a while, then smiled bitterly and said, "I'm sorry, Chairman Feng, I may not be able to help you this time."

Feng Xianjun's heart skipped a beat and he quickly picked up a quick-acting heart pill from the table.

"How can I not help?" Feng Xianjun's voice was forced to be calm.

"There's nothing we can do, Chairman Feng." Zhang Jiale's voice was full of helplessness.

"I don't know if it's because I'm born with a conflict with live streaming, or if there's really some fatal flaw."

"In short, broadcasting Glory on Xianyu Live is really neither popular nor profitable."

“Even if it’s Ye Xiu and I, if we broadcast Glory for too long, the popularity of our broadcast room will start to decline.”

"Look, I'm not broadcasting glory, am I?"

Feng Xianjun's eyes went dark, he quickly opened the bottle cap, and tremblingly swallowed a quick-acting heart pill.

It took him a while to react, and he quickly asked, "But why is this? Glory is the most popular online game in the world right now."

Zhang Jiale thought for a moment and said, "Chairman Feng, you know I am not well educated and I am not good at speaking."

"How about you ask Ye Xiu or Mr. Pei?"

　The first update is here!
　　I would like to apologize to everyone because I lost half of the nail on my left index finger during class this afternoon, so my typing is a bit slow and the update today may be a little late.

　　I'm so sorry!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)