Super System Football Superstar

"If a person has no dreams, what is the difference with a salted fish. Dad."

Liu Dongdong opened his eyes, and a football hanging in the net immediately came into view.The black and white leather makes people stunned for a while.

It was drizzling outside the window, and the workers around him were just like him, either hugging the quilt and sleeping soundly, or lying on the bed playing with their mobile phones.In the narrow and humid space, there is a rusty smell unique to containers.

"Dongdong, wake up."

A man lifted the curtain and walked quickly to Liu Dongdong's bedside.

Short eyebrows and fierce eyes, rough and sturdy body, but a flattering smile on his bumpy face: "Dongdong, this is the bone soup your aunt just made this morning, when you go to the hospital to see your dad, Send it over by the way, let him make up his body."

While speaking, he held up a thermos bucket and placed it in front of Liu Dongdong.

"." Liu Dongdong blinked and forgot to answer for a while.

"Hehehe, Uncle Zhang still has something to do, so he's leaving first, remember to say hello to your father for me."

The man observed the situation, made up an excuse, and left in a hurry, just as suddenly as he came.

Liu Dongdong sat up, staring blankly at the brand-new stainless steel thermos barrel placed on the bed, and suddenly put an arm on his shoulder.

"Can't you figure it out?"

Fatty Wang, a fellow worker, grinned his yellow teeth and laughed several times, sat down beside Liu Dongdong, and said, "Country H is a world-renowned plutocracy. Your father saved Miss Zhang Yuna's life a few days ago. With this relationship, he, Zhang Dashan, a small contractor, dares to show you guys any more face. He is obviously trying to curry favor with you by bringing you soup now."

The 17-year-old Liu Dongdong seemed to understand, but just said "oh".

"Okay, don't think about it. Anyway, your dad got lucky this time. It's probably impossible to start work in today's weather. Hurry up and send it to him while the soup is still hot."

China, Xiangbei City.

The bright sunlight shines on the ground through the thick branches and leaves, and the joyful chirping of birds is all around.

"Take a break first and drink a cup of tea to warm your stomach."

Wang Xiuya held a cup of freshly brewed ginger tea, pushed open the door, and walked quietly behind her husband. When she saw what was written on the envelope, the smile on her face disappeared instantly.

"It's been so long, don't you want to let go?"

Facing his wife's questioning, Qian Feng tightly held the pen in his hand, lowered his head, and remained silent.

"Honey, don't think too much, you've already done what you need to do, so let's turn this matter over completely, okay?"

".I have repeatedly convinced myself that the matter is over, but do you know what Dongdong is doing now? He is moving bricks and cement on the construction site every day, doing all kinds of hard work, and he can become a professional football player. Athletes. Everything is because of me." Qian Feng slammed his fist on the table, his face full of excitement.

"It's all because of you? Hmph, Qian Feng, don't you think too highly of yourself?" Wang Xiuya crossed her arms and sneered, "You are just a small coach in the Chinese Football League B. Do you refuse the order of your club manager? Or, do you still have the ability to get 3000 million investment?"