How to Lead a Talented Team

In the end, Tan Xianglun failed to win more money, and made an offer with 3000 million yuan. Among the dozen or so Asian teams competing for Jiang Fang, this 3000 million yuan was probably the only eight-figure offer.

Jiang Fang’s transfer turmoil lasted for nearly a month. True and false news continued to appear on the news media in turn and were refuted. Until one day at the end of October, Jiang Fang mysteriously revealed in an interview with the British coach: "My pride, Jiang Fang, the best striker in Asia, has already chosen the team he will transfer to."

That night, He Yuzheng was attending a reception. During the change of seasons these few days, he had a cold and his head was stuffy. After finishing the communication and greetings that should be done, he stood in the corner with champagne, folded his arms, and acted as if he was not welcome. Those who understand the posture of conversation will naturally understand.

But this night started from a certain moment, and most of the people present suddenly came to toast him and congratulate him one after another.

After drinking three glasses of wine in a daze, He Yuzheng finally grabbed the wrist of an elder in front of him: "Mr. Qin, it's been a month since I won the land in South America, you don't have to... .”

"What!" Qin Xun looked at He Yuzheng jokingly: "You're still hiding a great deal from me? Everyone knows it!"

As he said that, Qin Xun suddenly raised his wine glass and said loudly unexpectedly: "Let's congratulate Zhengzheng together!"

It was rare for He Yuzheng to be unable to control his expression when he grew up, but at this moment he looked at the business elites who were toasting one after another with a stagnant, even a little silly look, and wondered in his heart, is there a gold mine dug out under the South American land?

"In the future, you have to reserve a box for me in the stadium. I'll book it first, don't forget!" Qin Xun said solemnly.

"The stadium?" He Yuzheng smacked repeatedly.

"I have to buy a row of seats for Jiang Fang's appearance in the game, and invite my clients to watch." Another middle-aged man who is not familiar with He Yuzheng also said with a smile on his face.

He Yuzheng was stunned for a moment, and everyone at the reception was still talking about the explosive news that had just been confirmed. The words "Jiang Fang" and "Shenghe" kept appearing, and He Yuzheng seemed to guess that these people were discussing The topic he was talking about, but the content was too outrageous and unbelievable, just as his complexion gradually turned blue, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

It was Tan Xianglun who called, He Yuzheng rubbed his eyebrows with anger, and hung up the phone.

But immediately after, other people's phones, WeChat, and personal mailboxes including He Yuzheng were flooded with messages. All the messages in Chinese, English, and Latin in various languages ​​all pointed to the same thing: Jiang Fang's signature Sanhe FC.

"Is he crazy?" He Yuzheng turned off his phone, gritted his teeth when he got home, and said this sentence.

Except for He Yuzheng, everyone in Shenghe and all the fans in China were celebrating that night. The sound insulation of the house He Yuzheng lived in should be very good, but he even felt that he heard the excited family downstairs. Shout "Jiang Fang".

Tan Xianglun's phone call was finally connected by He Yuzheng at two o'clock in the morning that day. He Yuzheng sat on the balcony with a glass of wine in his hand, and said in a cold tone, "I see, you don't need to report any more."

"Jiang Fang will come back to China with me tomorrow! He sent all his things back, Mr. He, we got him!"

"..." He Yuzheng hung up Tan Xianglun's phone again. He wanted to give Tan Xianglun a lesson, but there seemed to be a sea of ​​people cheering on Tan Xianglun's side, and he would not listen to his own words at all.

"There's nothing wrong with him coming here." In WeChat, He Hui, one of the few sober people, analyzed to He Yuzheng one by one how much Jiang Fang's arrival would help Sheng He.

"He is now a world-class star, and football is the world's number one sport. The exposure he can bring to Shenghe is immeasurable."

"Although the sports industry has been booming recently, Shenghe Sports is indeed going downhill. I believe you will not understand how much he has added to Shenghe Sports."

"Let's be more intuitive. Do you know the sum of his endorsements? Even if I sell my entire base, it can't compare. How much sponsorship can I bring after I get to Shenghe? Have you counted it?"

He Yuzheng turned off the phone, his stomach started to hurt again, and his eyes, which were pierced by the moonlight, also started to hurt. His eyes slowly turned red, and he remembered the last message he sent to Jiang Fang eight years ago.

At that time, the family showed him photos of Jiang Fang and Cui Shu going in and out of an apartment in Manchester together. There were many photos, some in the morning and evening, and some of them came back from shopping in the supermarket together.

Jiang Fang was always expressionless, but Cui Shu was all smiles.

For more than a year after Jiang Fang left, He Yuzheng continued to send him messages. He got all kinds of news about Jiang Fang through Jiang Huan, the Internet and the news. It seems that as long as the news can still get out, the two of them are not completely over.

Until he saw those harsh, almost surreal photos.

"I don't like you anymore." This was the last message He Yuzheng sent to Jiang Fang, and then he deleted Jiang Fang, and every contact method was completely deleted, and he no longer listened to others. When I mentioned Jiang Fang in front of myself, gradually, everyone kept secret and tried not to mention the person who started to shine in Europe and was gradually seen by the world in front of He Yuzheng.

So why come back?Is it because you really have a pure heart for the place where the dream started?

Or is it because there is nothing missing, and he needs to find a place where he can be treated as a king?

Or is it simply to disgust yourself?

He Yuzheng held his stomach tightly, and called Bianrou with his other hand trembling slightly.

He Yuzheng was rushed to the hospital that night, but without accident, the doctor gave him a lesson and told Bian Rou to throw up all his wine.

Bian Rou thought about it, but she was afraid that she would not be able to afford it, so most of the time she could hide a few bottles and find them when He Yuzheng asked her to lose money.

He Yuzheng was lying on the bed with a pale face. After taking the medicine, he was half asleep and half awake, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Bian Rou wiped his sweat with a towel: "If you drink like this again, I will really consider the doctor's advice. .”

"Bian Rou, you are a doctor, you can't be violent." He Yuzheng was able to talk to each other in a daze.

"I'm also a ninth-dan Taekwondo." Bian Rou put down the towel: "You can sleep in the hospital today, and you will attend Jiang Fang's transfer conference tomorrow night, so..."

He Yuzheng opened his eyes suddenly: "What?"

"Jiang Fang will arrive in Longzhou tomorrow morning with Manager Tan. After a short break in the afternoon, there will be a press conference. His jersey number in Shenghe will be announced at that time. You have to attend and hand him the jersey." Bian Rou fluently explained today's Tan Xianglun He Yuzheng recited the sent process.

"Why don't I know." He Yuzheng asked coldly.

"Didn't you say in the past that as long as the schedule is empty, you can fill it with work, no matter what kind of work? You will be empty after 6 o'clock tomorrow evening." Bian Rou asked.

He Yuzheng twitched the corners of his mouth, and didn't think of a coping strategy or answer for a long time. After all, he couldn't slap himself in the face, so he had to close his eyes tiredly and helplessly.

The next day, Jiang Fang was followed by more than a dozen cars from the moment he got off the plane and was picked up by the car arranged by Shenghe, which was even more attention than when DB transferred to Shenghe.

Almost all sports bloggers were broadcasting the event live, and most sports stations also started to replay Jiang Fang's game.

The whole people seemed to be under the spell of Jiang Fang. By the afternoon, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room of an international news platform had reached 7000 million, and it was likely to exceed [-] million.

In the afternoon, Shenghe's service team arrived at the hospital where He Yuzheng was staying. After a meal, He Yuzheng's pale face was covered. After preparations, He Yuzheng took another meal of medicine before boarding the car and heading to the sports center.

In recent years, He Yuzheng has not been to the sports center more than 10 times, and only when there are important matters like today.

When He Yuzheng's car drove to the gate of the sports center, Miao An couldn't help but exclaimed, "Wow!"

He Yuzheng raised his head. There were many people gathered outside the main entrance of the sports center. Most of them were wearing Jiang Fang's jerseys when he was in Manchester, and a small part were wearing Jiang Fang's No. 10 in Shenghe. Besides the fans, there were many uninvited media They were all crowded at the door, and He Yuzheng's car was easy to recognize. When he slowly entered the car, the window was slapped. He Yuzheng looked at the distorted faces through the one-way glass. Close your eyes: "Hurry up."

The preparations for the press conference at the Sports Center have been completed. When He Yuzheng walked into the backstage, he paused. Someone with sharp eyes had already seen him, and immediately announced loudly: "Mr. Xiaohe is here!"

Several well-known sports reporters from Europe, several agents who have in-depth cooperation with Shenghe FC, and the middle and high-level executives of the sports center all flocked to him. Everyone rushed to shake his hand and congratulate him. The corner of the mouth was pulled into a decent arc, and everyone surrounded him to exchange greetings, until the on-site director came over and said, "Everyone can get ready to play, the press conference is about to start." A group of talents dispersed from He Yuzheng one after another.

He Yuzheng breathed a sigh of relief and took two steps back. At this time, three or five people in the backstage were walking quickly towards the door. The tall, calm protagonist was walking in the middle.

He Yuzheng turned his eyes away for a moment, and found a seat to sit down at random. He only needs to appear at the final jersey signing ceremony today, so he doesn't need to go up now.

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The scene of the press conference at the moment was played in the background in real time. The questions of the football reporters became more and more serious, while Jiang Fang’s answers were as simple and impeccable as ever. The press conference lasted for 20 minutes. To the news of preparing to go on stage.

He Yuzheng, who was dozing off, opened his eyes and felt that he had no strength in his body. He no longer had stomach pains, but it seemed that some unknown force pulled him down, and he didn't want him to go on stage and get so close to that person.

So when He Yuzheng came on stage, his face was calm, and there were only Jiang Fang, who had never been expressionless, and Xiao He, who had no joy on his face. The corners of He Yuzheng's mouth were even tense. He didn't want to look in Jiang Fang's direction at all.

"It is said that Mr. Xiaohe is the Bole who brought Jiang Fang from the small county to Shenghe FC. Now that Jiang Fang has made such great achievements, do you have anything to say?" A sports reporter asked.

"I'm happy for him." He Yuzheng calmly stared at the dark camera without blinking.

There was a moment of embarrassment at the scene, because He Yuzheng's expression and tone didn't look happy at all.

Jiang Fang was sitting next to He Yuzheng, and he also looked at the front without emotion, and the words of the people around him came to his ears verbatim.

The reporter laughed awkwardly and asked again: "Where's Jiang Fang? Seeing Xiaohe again, what do you want to say?"

Jiang Fang was silent for a few seconds before opening his mouth: "I want to fulfill the promise I didn't fulfill before." As he spoke, Jiang Fang turned his face and glanced at He Yuzheng.

Half of He Yuzheng's body was numb, the corners of his mouth became tighter, and his eyes were almost fixed, he did not meet Jiang Fang's gaze.

"Oh? What promise?"

"Take the first place in the league." Jiang Fang turned his head and explained.

Everyone suddenly realized, and began to ask questions about football itself.

After the last two questions were asked, the most important jersey signing ceremony came. Jiang Fang was still wearing the number 10 he was most familiar with. He Yuzheng took the jersey handed over by the staff and stood up. The director wrote on the inscription below: "Let Jiang Fang sign it."

"Sign." He Yuzheng lowered his eyes, and put the jersey on the table sideways.

Jiang Fang also got up and quickly signed on it.

"The two took a photo with their jerseys," the director wrote again.

He Yuzheng picked up the jersey and stood stiffly. The displeasure in his eyes could no longer be concealed. Jiang Fang held the other two corners of the jersey and took a step towards He Yuzheng.

He Yuzheng trembled subconsciously, Jiang Fang looked at him habitually, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

He Yuzheng didn't speak. He gritted his teeth and looked at the camera with a cold face. He Yuzheng immediately let go of his jersey and took a step aside after the photographer gave them an OK gesture.

The reporters at the scene had already felt something was wrong between the two, but everyone had received a lot of media red envelopes from Shenghe, which was another great event, so they just smiled and skipped it when they saw it, but the bullets in the live broadcast room The curtain is very impolite, basically they are scolding He Yuzheng, saying that he is an evil capitalist, that he is blind for nothing, that Jiang Fangzhong's entry into Shenghe is really unlucky for eight lifetimes... .

But there are also some different voices, and there are even quite a few of them. When Jiang Fang gets close to He Yuzheng, and He Yuzheng can't control the changes in his micro-expression:

"Damn! Xiaohe is always so beautiful! I always feel that Jiang Fang has evil intentions..."

"There must be something going on between these two! I guarantee the life of my idol!"

"This scene doesn't look like a wedding at all, does it? It's more like a divorce scene (no"

"It's the divorce scene!! One wants to leave and the other doesn't want to leave, it's here!"

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