football career from scratch

"Damn it, that bastard He Zong is really shameless!"

Gu Peng, who was optimistic the day before, came to the company the next day with a look of anger on his face, as if he was going to fuck someone in the next moment, and led his subordinates to launch a desperate attack on Shenlong Wholesale Company.

The boss humiliated the minister to death—the boss looked angry, and the subordinates naturally couldn't just sit and watch. Immediately, everyone jumped up one after another, asking the boss what happened.

"No wonder that bastard bet me 1 yuan. I just found out today that he hired Niu Hong to help him play football, and even signed a work contract with Niu Hong... Damn, he's not afraid to pay him to death! " Gu Peng angrily pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray, as if he was pressing He Zong's flesh.

Except for Bu Qingyun, all the players gasped.

"He Zong really spent a lot of money... 2 yuan is not enough for Niu Hong's appearance fee?" Da Liu murmured.

"Who said it wasn't? He didn't think about winning money, but he was aggrieved after losing the last game, and wanted to throw money at me in the face!" Gu Peng said angrily.

"Then let's find a master to do them!" Glasses came up with an idea.

"Where can I find it temporarily... Those masters in amateur competitions won't come to us in leisure time, and I don't know where that bastard He Zong invited Niu Hong..." Gu Peng sighed and said: "Forget it!" Alright, as long as we play hard tomorrow, we won’t be ashamed if we lose, we will only say that He Zong is too shameless.”

The scene seemed dull for a while, but Bu Qingyun didn't understand, he pulled Xiao Zhao: "Brother Zhao, who is this Niu Hong?"

"Niu Hong..." Xiao Zhao was a little distracted: "Oh, you just came to Ningshui, and you didn't play football much before, so it's no wonder you don't know him."

Bu Qingyun is a little funny, a player who plays amateur football, doesn't he know it's normal?He is very familiar with those guys in the league...

"Our Ningshui City is also considered a big football city. It is said that an important venue for underground football matches is in our Ningshui City. The players who play there are all masters! Real masters!"

When Xiao Zhao said this, Bu Qingyun muttered: "There are so many masters." Then he immediately raised his head and motioned for Xiao Zhao to continue.

This is the second time he has heard the term underground football.

"The outside world basically doesn't know the status of those masters, but there are also some people who have participated in underground football and mixed in amateur games. Niu Hong is one of them. This buddy doesn't have a specific team, he just plays in various football teams. He is a part-time worker in the team, but with his team, he can always win games against other amateur teams! Compared with him, the amateur players in Ningshui City are really amateurs, and he is a professional-level master! "Xiao Zhao said seriously.

"Don't exaggerate, he is really a professional level player, why don't he play professional games?" Bu Qingyun yawned: "Even if he plays [-] games, he can't play a few games a year, right? It's better to play professional games The team earns more.”

"You are ignorant, right? It is said that he played [-] games last year, and his earnings are no less than that of ordinary low-level professional players." Xiao Zhao said with a smile.

"There are really so many big heads?" Bu Qingyun was a little surprised.

"Who makes someone high-level? As far as I know, he is the only one who will do this. Those amateur teams are too late to snatch him." Xiao Zhao sighed.

"But it's only 60 yuan. No wonder those really talented people don't come." Bu Qingyun rubbed his chin and thought.

But seeing that everyone else was like an eggplant beaten by Shuang, Bu Qingyun knew that Niu Hong probably had a bad reputation, and he should have some skills, otherwise he wouldn't just play in the amateur competitions in Ningshui City. able to win.

Thinking of this, Bu Qingyun raised his head: "Boss, can I go to the game the day after tomorrow?"

Gu Peng, who was wondering if he could find a good foreign aid, raised his head: "Of course you are going, you are also a member of our Feipeng football team."

"Okay, then I will start." Bu Qingyun said with a smile.

"Starter? Do you have that ability?" Maotou said unconvinced.

"If you don't start, there will be no one. Do you want us to have only six people?" Bu Qingyun shrugged.

"What six people, am I not human?" Maotou said dissatisfied.

"Aren't you injured?" Bu Qingyun glanced at Maotou.

"This injury will heal in two days." Mao Tou sneered: "I will definitely be able to play in the game the day after tomorrow."

"I advise you not to play." Bu Qingyun said seriously: "Although your injury is not serious, being able to walk in three days and playing football in three days are two different concepts. If you are injured after running, it is not the same. It will be fine in a day or two."

Maotou was taken aback, the doctor did say so, but how did Qingyun know this step?
Gu Peng also looked at Maotou suspiciously: "Isn't it, don't force yourself if you can't, we don't lack people now."

"It won't have any effect. If you don't believe me, the boss will see!" Maotou patted his chest and said loudly.

"Well... let's go to practice in the afternoon, at least you and Bu Qingyun should be familiar with us." Gu Peng said after thinking about it.

"What's so familiar about this?" Bu Qingyun disagreed.

Maotou gritted his teeth and gave Bu Qingyun an extremely unhappy look.

For Gu Peng, this is also a very difficult choice.

Maotou has always been the midfielder of his team, and his role on the field is very great. However, although Bu Qingyun played that day, although he couldn't see anything, he won the game but it was a certainty. It is really difficult to make a choice.

So Gu Peng planned to take a look during training in the afternoon to see what level Bu Qingyun had.

three hours later.

Gu Peng returned to the company with a sullen face, Xiao Zhao sighed, big Liu Xiaoma shook his head, and Mao Tou looked disdainful.

On the training field, Bu Qingyun was still half-dead, not active in running, confrontation, offense and defense... In short, if you look at it from the attitude, this is a particularly unqualified player. It's fun, and no one is so lazy.

At first, other people were dubious, thinking that Bu Qingyun might really be a football master. It was not luck but real ability that he played to turn the situation around in the last game. It's just a mess, the last game was indeed because of good luck!

"Maotou, the day after tomorrow's competition, you still have to persevere and fight for it."

After returning to the company, Bu Qingyun did not follow, Gu Peng turned around and said to Mao Tou.

"Hey." Maotou said happily. He didn't think he could win if he played, but Niu Hong was the same type as him, and he was also a defensive midfielder. Against such a high-level player, he felt that he might Can also learn something.

Shaking his head, Gu Peng turned around and left. He didn't have any hope for the game the day after tomorrow. He didn't feel particularly distressed when he lost 2 yuan. Losing, this feeling is not good.

Especially when he lost to He Zong!

"Damn it, in the future, I must get it back!" Gu Peng said fiercely in his heart.

It was only the next day that Bu Qingyun found out that Gu Peng decided to let him play as a substitute—of course, Gu Peng also said it very tactfully, but Bu Qingyun shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything, which made others like him even more a bit.

"Although this guy brags without blinking, he doesn't know how to mess around." Da Liu said to Xiao Ma.

"Yeah, the last game helped us earn a few hundred yuan each." Xiao Ma nodded.

Two days passed quickly. On this day, Bu Qingyun still got up at 03:30 in the morning, and then went to deliver the goods - although there was a game this afternoon, they were not professional players, and there was no such thing as a holiday to prepare for the game .

The job that Bu Qingyun does before seven o'clock in the morning is actually not difficult, but it is a bit dragging - he will deliver the drinks of the two nightclubs, two trucks of drinks, and just deliver them to the place.

"Kobe can see Los Angeles at four o'clock in the morning every day, and I can also see Ningshui City at four o'clock in the morning every day." While driving the electric car, Bu Qingyun thought to himself while enjoying himself.

After delivering one family, there will be another family.

The second nightclub is the largest nightclub in Ningshui City, and its name is also domineering - Royal Nightclub. In fact, in such a big nightclub, it is impossible for a company to deliver the drinks. Gu Peng also took a lot of effort to get it. A part of the distribution of drinks in the Royal Nightclub, every time I specifically told Bu Qingyun to be careful.

Stopped the car at the door—as expected of the biggest nightclub in Ningshui City, it was already six o'clock in the morning, and the lights inside were still brightly lit.

The two security guards who were familiar with the door greeted and asked them to help look at the car. Bu Qingyun began to carry the wine, three boxes at a time. The weight was not too heavy, but it was not too light. The alcohol in the drink gradually decreased, and the sweat on his body also began to come out in large quantities.

When the last two boxes of wine were lifted up and walked towards the gate of the nightclub, a group of people came out crookedly from the nightclub.

This is a group of young people, the oldest is no more than 25 years old, the youngest is 17 or [-] years old, but the one surrounded in the middle is a [-]-year-old young man.

The young man had a pair of eyebrows that slanted into his temples, and he had an infinitely flamboyant expression on his face. Under the support of everyone, he looked very proud.

But at this time, the young man was obviously drunk, his eyes were blurred, and he walked crookedly. If it wasn't for the hot girl beside him supporting his body, he might not be able to come here.

"Brother Hao is a bit busy today."

"Happy today, go back and have a good rest, don't disturb brother Hao!"

Amid such voices, Bu Qingyun silently carried the wine box and stood aside, waiting for the other party to pass by.

During this process, Bu Qingyun saw the young man's face clearly.

Then he lowered his head slightly, letting his hat cover his face.

He knew this man.

The other party obviously didn't notice Bu Qingyun, and quickly walked past him, boarded several cars, and then walked away.

Bu Qingyun remained silent for a while, then took a step to deliver the last two boxes of wine.