[Han Zhang] One thought

43.

Han Wenqing was not the only one who underestimated the influence of the photos at the "Airport Gate". One evening, when Tyranny's manager was about to pack up and leave work, he was stopped by a phone call from an old friend who worked at the alliance headquarters.

"Brother, this matter... you have to find a way to control the influence... Now it's not just a problem of your club, it has already involved the image and face of the entire league..."

"Oh no, why does this matter affect the image of the entire league?" The manager was confused by the call.

"Professional league is still a serious matter after all. Now it's full of gossip, and the chairman can't hold back his face..."

"Pull you down," the manager sneered, interrupting the other party's chattering statement, "Is there not much gossip in your alliance? Is it interesting to hold on to Tyranny's family?"

"I'm not targeting you, but this is of a different nature. Although the society is quite open now, we can't stand rumors of homosexuality..."

"Why can't you bear it! I didn't say we couldn't bear it—"

"Oh, no, why are you so mean? Do you have to force me to talk about it? We are a business alliance, right? You have been a manager for so many years, and you don't have any business acumen? Do business? What is the most important thing? We can neither offend consumers nor advertisers! No matter how much you support gay anti-discrimination in your heart, can this matter be spread out in broad daylight? When we engage in business operations, we have never catered to The marginalized people in this society are the mainstream people—have I made it clear enough? You can let yourself go as you like behind closed doors in Tyranny, but you can't drag the alliance into trouble!"

"You can stop and stop, we can't afford to drag the league into the water, whoever the league likes to cater to, and the private lives of retired players is none of your business! The operation of the league is to keep an eye on other people's affairs ? Let's not be so nasty, okay?"

"Fuck you, who are you yelling at?" The other party choked on a few words from the manager and yelled, "I contacted you privately to save face for Zuba, so why don't I force the league to issue you a ticket?"

"Pull you down! What is the reason for the Alliance to fine Tyranny? Homosexuality? Doesn't it mean that the Alliance has been staring at people's quilts all day long? You are shameless, and the chairman is shameless!"

The manager's indifferent attitude made the other party choke with anger, and hung up the phone angrily.On the other hand, the manager tidied things up, and when he was about to close the door and leave, he suddenly realized that he should tell the boss what happened, lest the alliance really rush to get a ticket and catch Tyranny by surprise.

The boss's reaction was also within his expectation - "If he dares to issue the ticket, I dare to accept it. Fines and suspensions are up to him. When did Tyranny suffer from this kind of anger?"

"The suspension is not enough...he has no valid reason!" The manager quickly added.

"Hey, that's what I mean-don't talk to him, let him go."

The manager nodded, but there was a sudden knock on the door of the boss's office. Before the boss could answer, Han Wenqing had already opened the door and poked his head in.

"Are you here to look for me?" The manager pointed to himself actively. Since the operation of Tyranny became institutionalized, Han Wenqing seldom went straight to the boss's office.

"Well, I'm going to ask for leave - to go to city B."

The manager was taken aback for a moment, and blurted out: "You go to City B now, aren't you afraid that the alliance will trouble you?"

"What trouble does the Alliance want me for?" Han Wenqing was stunned for a moment, "What's going on?"

Only then did the manager realize that he had slipped his mouth, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and mention a few words to Han Wenqing about the content of the phone call just now. Wo Biancao thought that Han Wenqing would be furious again, but the only response to him was a long silence .

The three of them just looked at each other in the office. This kind of atmosphere is especially difficult for the manager. He was almost on pins and needles, but Han Wenqing took the initiative to say at this time: "This is indeed because I didn't think carefully... now What are you going to do?"

"Ignore him."

"Let him go."

After a few seconds of silence, the manager and the boss answered one after the other.

"Isn't that good?" Han Wenqing put his hands in his trouser pockets, his expression clouded for a moment, "Don't give others the opportunity to find fault at such a critical point."

The manager knew exactly what he meant by "this kind of juncture" - after several trials and tribulations, Tyranny's tactical system was finally working. The results in the last two games were pretty good, and the enthusiasm of the fans was mobilized. Everything seems to be going in a good direction...

"But..." The manager also showed embarrassment in the end, "Go to contact and delete the post now? It's too late, right?"

"It's really too late. Is there any other way? We can discuss it again."

"Discussion?" The manager couldn't recover for a while, "Aren't you going to City B?"

"Let's not go now."

"Don't—" the manager became anxious, and was so excited that he danced for a while, "You should go as usual, let's not suffer from being dumb."

"Forget it, it's not an urgent matter, Tyranny's matter is more important."

When Han Wenqing got to this point, the manager couldn't refuse, so he verbally decided to hold a meeting tomorrow to discuss a solution.

After leaving the club, Han Wenqing realized that he should give Zhang Xinjie an explanation—an important reason for his plan to go to City B this time was that Zhang Xinjie's cervical spondylosis seemed to be getting worse, but at this moment, he had to find someone to accompany Zhang Xinjie as soon as possible Hospital.

Zhang Jiale seemed to be a good candidate - Zhang Jiale, who was originally a playful smiley face, immediately became serious after Han Wenqing explained the cause and effect on the phone.

"I'll go! What's this called... The Alliance gang got their brains kicked by donkeys, right?"

"Let's not worry about the alliance. At this juncture, I can't add trouble to Tyranny."

"Then what are you going to do now? Is there any plan to deal with it?"

"Not yet," Han Wenqing finally revealed a trace of fatigue in his voice, "I'm planning to discuss it with the club..."

"Uh... how about I come out of the closet to help you divert your attention?"

"Don't mess around!" Han Wenqing broke into a cold sweat from Zhang Jiale's solemn proposal.

"This trick might work... I'm sure no one will pay attention to your business by then."

"Don't..." Han Wenqing covered his face helplessly, wishing he could fly to City B immediately and kill Zhang Jiale to silence him, "If you continue to toss about the alliance, you will be insane..."

"Alas..." Zhang Jiale sighed deeply, smacked his lips for a long time, and then sighed with emotion, "Old Han, you really have changed a lot... How did Tyranny's management squeeze you all these years?"

"Didn't squeeze me..." Han Wenqing couldn't laugh or cry.

"If it was before, you would have gone to find Lao Feng in a rage, wouldn't you?"

"What am I looking for? Feng Xianjun has retired for so many years..."

"Let me just give you an example... By the way, you really don't need me to help you divert your attention?"

"Don't, don't, don't," Han Wenqing felt dizzy, "Do whatever I tell you to do, don't meddle in anything else!"

"All right, all right," Zhang Jiale agreed, "follow the captain's instructions—by the way, does Zhang Xinjie know about this?"

"I don't know—" Han Wenqing paused, and quickly added, "I mean, I don't know if he knows."

"It's hard to say, he likes to go to forums so much..."

"He doesn't read the gossip pages when he visits the forum."

"Forget it..." Zhang Jiale finally raised his hands in surrender, "I'll go meet him, it's useless to guess here."

"you--"

"Okay, I know, I won't talk nonsense if I shouldn't say it."

After hanging up Zhang Jiale's phone call, Han Wenqing realized that he had reached a crossroad, and the green light had not yet turned on. He had to put his hands in his pockets and wait for the bustling traffic in front of him to calm down.

He seldom has such a feeling—the continuous flow of vehicles in front of him is like the embodiment of time, like a rushing river, taking away the years that belonged to him bit by bit, and taking away those people who used to surround him—from From Meng Chao to Ji Leng, from Jia Shiming to Zhou Guangyi, from Lin Jingyan to Zhang Jiale, including Zhang Xinjie who is now far away in his hometown.

He suddenly understood why Zhang Jiale said that he "has changed a lot", and he also roughly understood why he became so concerned about gains and losses - right now, "Tyranny" and "Zhang Xinjie" were the last things he could grasp.

Some things can be lost and regained, such as a warm family, some things may fall from the sky, such as "touching" his coal balls downstairs in the club, but some things, once left, will never look back.

For example, those years that have been lost, his years as the captain of Tyranny and the operator of Desert Dust, have already completely disappeared in the turbulence of time, without a trace.

The 80-second red light was finally over. When he walked across the road, he vaguely noticed that someone seemed to be looking at him, and the trivial discussions on the noisy roadside were even more harsh.

"He's gay..."

"I don't know... are you famous?"

"It used to be quite famous...playing games."

"never heard of that……"

"It's almost ten years since I've retired... Hey, I seem to be showing my age..."

"Okay, okay, I know you're an older rotten girl..."

"You are so annoying!"

Han Wenqing continued to put his hands in his pockets calmly, crossed the road, and walked home slowly.He had already bought a car, but gradually began to enjoy walking to and from get off work - no one knows him now anyway.

He has never cared about the rumors and gossips in the accident world, but it is always a strange feeling to suddenly return to the public's sight in this way.

He shook his head, took out the key and opened the door of his own house, and turned on the light in the living room. Xiao Han immediately jumped up from the sofa and rushed towards him.

Han Wenqing froze for a moment, put his arms around the cat, closed the door behind his back, and began to tidy up the house and cook for the cat.

The gossip and rumors outside have nothing to do with him, and the traffic has nothing to do with him. He still has his own lamp.

TBC