How to Lead a Talented Team

He Yuzheng held the mobile phone in a daze. Outside the mobile phone were huge trophies and certificates with a strong sense of presence. He Yuzheng listened to the voice again. After ten years, the voice of his youth was still clear and powerful.

He Yuzheng has long forgotten this agreement. In fact, he has forgotten many things in the past, whether intentionally or deliberately. He did not expect Jiang Fang to remember so clearly.

He Yuzheng re-watched the final of the Super League. From Jiang Fang leading the ball boy to the court, to him running on the green field with all his strength, to his goal, and to his fall, He Yuzheng almost Staring at his ankles the whole time, over and over again, even slowing down to see his movements and expressions.

Jiang Fang was in pain all the time, even though he was expressionless on weekdays, but He Yuzheng observed every detail one by one, and he could find that Jiang Fang was enduring it, but he didn't know how much pain and how hard it was.

The game video was replayed repeatedly, and that night He Yuzheng fell asleep unconsciously on the sofa in the living room.

The next day, He Yuzheng woke up before noon. His phone kept vibrating. He was looking for him for company meetings and important matters. He Yuzheng simply threw the phone downstairs and went upstairs to wash up. He didn't want to To deal with work, he just wanted to tidy himself up, and then go to Jiang Fang.

But before He Yuzheng set off, the doorbell of the villa rang. He Yuzheng walked onto the balcony, and Jiang Fang was standing downstairs in the villa looking up at him.

He Yuzheng looked at his ankle for the first time, and his heart felt numb and angry again. He didn't speak, and Jiang Fang didn't speak.

"Are you free?" After a long time, He Yuzheng asked coldly, but Jiang Fang didn't answer, just looked up at him intently.

"If you're free, I'll ask Tan Xianglun to arrange a few more business deals for you." He Yuzheng was a little annoyed under Jiang Fang's quiet gaze. Just as he was about to speak, the murderous Jiang Fang moved. He took the box from his arms without knowing what to do. How long did the milk come out, and asked him: "Drink?"

He Yuzheng was holding whiskey in his hand, which was incompatible with the healthy, steaming milk. He raised his head and drank the whiskey, then smashed the glass down the stairs: "Do you think I'm still a child?"

He Yuzheng's eyes were red: "Do you think I'm still the same as before, I can be fooled at will, and I can be coaxed easily, and I will definitely run away with you if you wave my hand, don't you?"

Jiang Fang tugged at the corner of his mouth but didn't speak. He Yuzheng sneered: "Aren't you chasing me? Chasing me and not even saying a word?!"

Holding the milk, Jiang Fang took two steps forward and walked into the broken wine glass, as if to get closer to He Yuzheng.

"It's true... I still think of you as the He Yuzheng from before." Jiang Fang said softly, his head raised even higher, but He Yuzheng gritted his teeth, wishing to throw another cup down.

"I hope you are carefree, you can get what you want, and I don't want you to be affected by anything." Jiang Fang continued: "So I lied to you on my own initiative, I just want to win the ball first, and wait for the game It's over, let me apologize any way I want. I love you."

He Yuzheng stared deeply at Jiang Fang, he held onto the balcony tightly, his fingertips turned white: "You can destroy your own future just because you love me and make me happy?"

Jiang Fang paused, and his voice became softer: "It's not destroyed, I know it."

"Yes, the half a year spent in recovery and rehabilitation means nothing to Jiang Fang now, but what about you in the future?" He Yuzheng gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you still want to go back to Europe?"

Jiang Fang was stunned, and He Yuzheng continued to say clearly: "Since you want to go back, you should adjust your physical condition to the best, no matter it is for anyone, you must not waste your physical fitness and time."

Jiang Fang didn't expect that He Yuzheng could see through his thoughts. He didn't tell anyone about it, and he didn't intend to.

It is difficult for someone who has played football in Europe for nearly ten years to adapt to the domestic football environment and team atmosphere. As a football player, he yearns for the best football environment in the world, the most enthusiastic football field, and the most tacit understanding team and the best players.

But compared to these, he yearned for He Yuzheng more, so he came back.

He Yuzheng went downstairs when Jiang was in a state of ecstasy. He opened the door and said with a tigerish face, "Come in."

Jiang Fang walked into He Yuzheng's house. The trophy he smuggled in a few days ago was still on the coffee table, but the phone was passive, so he didn't have to explain. He Yuzheng also knew the reason why he was desperate to win the championship. .

But He Yuzheng didn't want it.

He Yuzheng took two cups from the dining room, took the milk from Jiang Fang's hand, filled the two cups, and drank his own cup in one go, with milk still on his lips, he asked seriously: "Do you want to go back home?" Manchester or another club?"

Jiang Fang couldn't keep up with He Yuzheng's transformation, so he also drank the milk first, and answered honestly under He Yuzheng's persuasive gaze: "I haven't figured it out yet."

"You know there is an offer coming, right?" He Yuzheng asked.

Jiang Fang nodded: "But I didn't intend to understand."

"One is in Spain, one is in Italy, and the other is in Germany. There is no news from your old club, do you know why?" He Yuzheng's eyes overflowed with sullenness again: "Because you were injured and were carried off, we kept it secret here." Well, how can those team agents in Europe not know anything? They can get a general idea of ​​your injury with a little guesswork, and they don’t want someone who has been injured and can relapse at any time and affect the game.”

Jiang Fang blinked to show that he knew. He stretched out his hand and wiped the milk from the corner of He Yuzheng's lips: "Well, I understand."

"So I will never accept anything you do for me on the premise of hurting yourself." He Yuzheng said very seriously: "There will be no next time."

"Okay." Jiang Fang knew that He Yuzheng had forgiven him, but he also knew that this forgiveness was more important than their almost breaking up. It was hard-won and he cherished it.

He Yuzheng was still angry, but no amount of anger could match the liking and love, he closed his eyes, took the initiative to hug Jiang Fang, and said softly, "Really, I will never forgive you next time. "

"Yeah." Jiang Fang held the lost and recovered person in his arms: "Then... Shall I send the trophy back today?"

He Yuzheng froze in Jiang Fang's arms, and his tone suddenly became vague: "How about... let it go for a few more days..."

Jiang Fang pursed his lips: "Okay, let it go for a few more days."

After He Yuzheng lived with Jiang Fang, he gradually discovered that he still pursues European football. As long as there is no training or competition, Jiang Fang will watch it on time in the late night or early morning whenever there is a game in Europe, and the state of watching is the same as in the past. Just to watch the excitement of the game and the different performances of the players, there are envy and loneliness in his eyes, and He Yuzheng sees them all.

"So which one are you going to? Or should I ask them to release the news, uh... see if your old club will come over after smelling it?" He Yuzheng asked intermittently while lying in Jiang Fang's arms.

"I'm not going back to Manchester." Jiang Fang squeezed He Yuzheng's waist: "I kind of want to go to Spain."

"Hmm..." He Yuzheng was hurt by Jiang Fang, and he bit Jiang Fang's shoulder: "Your style of play... I thought you would choose Germany, and Spain... Take it easy..."

Jiang Fang looked at the person in his arms who was fascinated but still trying to reason and discuss with himself. He couldn't help making the person more messy. He pressed the person and bit his lips: "Let's talk when it's over, be good."

He Yuzheng closed his eyes, he would never be able to fight against Jiang Fang on the bed, so he had to give a weak "hmm" and was led by Jiang Fang to climb towards the apex of losing control...

Jiang Fang's foot is recovering well, ligaments and muscles have regrown, and the daily rehabilitation He Yuzheng is watching more closely than the team doctor; Shenghe has released the news that Jiang Fang is about to transfer, the news just came out Come out, in addition to the three clubs I had contacted before, there are several European clubs offering olive branches to Jiang Fang. The transfer fee and annual salary fluctuate around Jiang Fang's price when he was in Europe, and there is not much difference.

Knowing that Jiang Fang is going to return to the European arena, the public is half happy and half sad. The joy is that Jiang Fang should belong there, the top football culture, and the worry is that it will become very difficult for everyone to see him play again. Disaster.

And Jiang Fang's relatives and friends were also shocked by his decision, because everyone thought that he would not leave again after he came back. The fame and money he played in Europe were enough for him to retire with a high salary in China and be regarded as God.

In fact, before this, Jiang Fang had no intention of putting such a bold, even selfish idea into action; until He Yuzheng was the first to stand behind him and told him righteously, if you If you want to go back, you should go back, I support you.

So in the future, when everyone asks Jiang Fang the reason and opportunity for this idea, Jiang Fang will smile and say: Because of my lover, he encourages me to do what I really want to do.

Without He Yuzheng, Jiang Fang will retire safely in the country, and there will be no more glorious moments in the future.

It was He Yuzheng who taught Jiang Fang to do what he wanted and to do what made him happy.

And when the news of Jiang Fang's transfer was raging in the city, there was also a major event quietly advancing within the Shenghe Group.

He Yuzheng is about to step down as the president of Shenghe.

He discussed this matter with his family for a long time. At first He Meng did not agree with anything, but later He Yuzheng's insistence moved other elders in the family.

He Yuzheng is also looking for a more suitable candidate for the president these days. He is different from Jiang Fang. Jiang Fang played football because of his talent and love. He became the president of Shenghe at that time just to divert attention and take it for granted.

He Yuzheng has never been a child who worked hard since he was a child. He has been at his peak in the past few years. After Jiang Fang came back and the two reconciled, he saw He Yuzheng's playful spirit again. He was not sure that he would be the president again. very good.

At the same time, He Yuzheng can't guarantee how much influence he and Jiang Fang will have on Shenghe if they are exposed in the future, so he has to gradually hide the label of Shenghe on himself, and try his best not to let himself affect his family and business.

When He Yuzheng told Jiang Fang the news, Jiang Fang was not too surprised. He respected every decision of He Yuzheng, as long as he was happy.

"Then I won't have any income in the future." He Yuzheng sat in the president's office, checking the last few contracts in his career as president.

Jiang Fang sat in the reception area and watched the game: "You have shares and dividends."

He Yuzheng choked, he thought that Jiang Fang would say "I will support you", but after confirming the relationship, people will be different, he said: "But I don't have any skills, others will laugh at me Eat the old ones."

Jiang Fang glanced at the frowning man, turned off the TV, walked up to He Yuzheng, and said solemnly, "You have."

He Yuzheng put down the pen: "What do I have?"

"You have the ability to make Jiang Fang listen to you." Jiang Fang said solemnly: "You are the only one in the whole world."

"Jiang Fang, go and lock the door of the president's office." He Yuzheng began to direct with a smile, and Jiang Fang turned around obediently to lock the door.

"Jiang Fang came over to pour a glass of wine for President Shenghe."

Jiang Fang went to the wine cabinet and took a bottle of almost no strength cocktail and poured it for He Yuzheng.

"Jiang Fang...kiss me." After drinking, He Yuzheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Fang with bright eyes.

Jiang Fang went around and kissed him three times, until He Yuzheng's face turned red and he couldn't breathe.

"Jiang Fang stop..." He Yuzheng was carried into Jiang Fang's arms, and said these three words weakly in the delicate kiss.

But Jiang didn't stop.

In the evening, the ground in the city center is full of traffic, and it is bustling day after day into the night; the red sunset glow is projected on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the President Office of Shenghe, half of the quilt dyed orange is dragged on the ground, and the intermittent ear-burning in the tall buildings can be Negligible, but some romantic and charming things are actually happening continuously...