World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 109 Dingdu Ice City
First follow the wave, then Lao Wang.

The second half of 98 was really turbulent.

I thought that the magnificence of the World Cup could be covered up for a while, and the time for the thunderstorm to be extended.

But Lao Wang is a violent temper.

Except for changing "we can't get out of football" to "it's useless to get out", it is basically the same as what Zeng Zheng heard in his previous life.

Looking at Chief Wan who was panting with anger, Zeng Zheng became the one who comforted others.

"Brother Wan, calm down."

"Didn't Wanda quit all of a sudden? Didn't Lao Wang say that he will continue to play until the end of the league!"

"He just said something angry. Maybe he will take it back when the bamboo shoes are announced at the end of the year!"

It was fine if Zeng Zheng didn't say anything, but as soon as he mentioned this, Chief Wan's temper flared up again.

"Fuck, it's all about Yu Onion."

"check!"

"Be sure to check hard!"

"Look what happened to that guy."

"I don't believe that if Zhuxie pays attention to this matter, these ghosts and monsters can still make trouble!"

"Oh, Wanda is going to end. Dalian football is going to end too!"

"Wanda is over, isn't this team still there?" Zeng Zheng pouted, "This team is the signature of DL City, so it's not difficult to find a new home?"

"Next? By the way, Xiao Zeng, don't you just want to start a team? How about you take Wanda over? Didn't Lao Wang say that the team will be transferred for free. You are so capable, our Dalian team will definitely be able to do it." Continue to dominate A-A."

"That's right, Brother Wan, please forgive me!" Zeng Zheng quickly waved his hand and refused.

"Whoever wants to take over Dalian must first be prepared to lose 3000 million a year."

"My family has a small business, so I'm not that capable!"

After returning to Zhuanghe in Wantaichang's car that afternoon, Zeng Zheng also returned to Huayuankou.

As soon as I got to the office and lay down, the BP machine rang.

Look at the phone number.

Yep, it's Wang Junsheng again!
Does Zhu Xie still have time to find herself?

Could it be that he wants to develop himself into an informant?

While complaining, Zeng Zheng dialed the phone.

"Hello, Uncle Wang?"

As soon as Wang Junsheng over there said a few words, Zeng Zheng was so angry that he jumped up from his chair.

"What thing? Asian Youth Championship?"

"Uncle Wang, you really use me like a mule!"

"Not as bullying as you!"

"I went to the Asian Youth Championship, what about the Asian Games?"

"No, I'll only go to one of the two!"

Wang Junsheng on the other end of the phone was there, with a look of indifference, imitating what Xu Fang taught him:
"The Asian Games is what you promised a long time ago! The Asian Youth Championship is your job. Why, do you still want to escape from work?"

"My duty? What is my duty? Am I not the Olympic coach?"

"Yes." Wang Junsheng spread his hands, "Is there an Olympic team now?"

This.
Zeng Zheng was dumbfounded.

Not really!

"Xiao Zeng, you don't know, right? This year's National Youth League will be next year's National Olympics."

Hey!
Zeng Zheng couldn't help scolding his mother.

Good guy!
This is all calculated for him.

"When is the game?"

Seeing Zeng Zheng let go, the corner of Wang Junsheng's mouth curled up.

"The competition will start in mid-October, and we will start on the 13th. No matter what, we will have to train for a week."

"It just so happened that the No. 6 National Youth Team had a friendly match with Liaoning Tianrun."

"What do you think of returning to the team at that time?"

"When the boys of the National Youth League heard that you were going to lead the team, they were all overjoyed! They all regard you as an idol!"

Zeng Zheng shook his head when he heard this, "Okay, Uncle Wang, don't put a high hat on me. What idol, I'm not Ronaldo!"

"You are not Ronaldo, but you are Van Gaal and Guus Hiddink!"

"Okay, I'll rush there after the National Day!"

"Then it's settled. I've already made an agreement with Coach Chen. As soon as you arrive, he will step back and assist you. Do you have anything else to do? If not, I'll hang up."

Zeng Zheng thought about it, and asked tentatively, "Uncle Wang, can you help me find out which clubs have filed for bankruptcy or withdrawn this year?"

After a while, the fax machine spit out a long list.

The more Zeng Zheng watched, the more startled he became.

In the second division alone, dozens of clubs come in and out every year.

Many clubs have declared bankruptcy after only one year of establishment.

If you can't hold on at the beginning, how can you make it bigger and stronger?

After looking through it for a long time, the name of a club instantly caught Zeng Zheng's eyes.

Pikachu, it's up to you!

Without further ado, Sun Xianlu drove Zeng Zheng to the airport that night, and Zeng Zheng also caught the last flight going north.

For a long time, the Northeast has been a fertile ground for cultivating football talents.

Whether it is Shenyang and Dalian in Liaoning, or Changchun and Yanbian in Jilin, these teams are active in the top league most of the time.

But HLJ has always been a wasteland for Northeast football.

For no other reason, it's too cold, too cold here!

In winter, it is often thirty or forty degrees below zero.

Not to mention playing football, even if you go outside to pee, you can drag an icicle back from your crotch.

The weather in HLJ is so cold, but the enthusiasm of the fans for football is very warm.

For the fans here.

They don't expect to win the A championship, but only hope to have a hometown team that competes in the top league.

Even so, it is a luxury.

The reality is as cold as the winter in Harbin, but it is behind this cruelty that the tenacity of Longjiang people has been cultivated.

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Lange's Mr. Liu's tongue is so drunk that he can't speak well.

"Zeng, Coach Zeng."

"You, you are the treasure of our national team. Hiccup~~~bao!"

"With you, we can not only qualify, but also enter the top sixteen."

"You, if you can come to our Harbin, our Harbin football, Harbin football woo woo woo."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Liu picked up the Moutai on the table and threw it away.

"Mr. Liu, you can't drink any more"

Zeng Zheng, who was also flushed from drinking, wanted to step forward to persuade him.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, President Liu suddenly took out a pen from his pocket.

Without waiting for Zeng Zheng's reaction, he grabbed the contract in the middle of the table and wrote down his name.

"Mr. Liu, you."

Then Mr. Liu flipped through his clothes again, and took out a small cloth pocket from his pocket.

The cloth pocket was flushed down, and a box of ink pads and a small stamp were poured out.

"Clap clap clap!"

With three consecutive beeps, several places requiring Party A's signature were stamped with red stamps.

"Coach Zeng, Harbin football is up to you."

"Langer really can't afford it, really can't afford it"

"snoring"

At the end, only Mr. Liu's snoring was left in the private room.

Harbin Lange was established in 96 and has been fighting in the second division for two consecutive years.

After finishing the first half of this year, Lange's score is third in the North Division.

Even so, they still gave up the status of continuing to participate in the finals in the second half of the year.

Lost 1600W.

Most companies can't afford that amount.

"Your President Liu is asleep."

As soon as he walked out of the private room, Zeng Zheng caught a glimpse of the driver drinking weak tea in the corner.

"Send him home, don't forget to put on more clothes."

"Eh!"

The driver stood up quickly, patted his pants and walked into the house.

Harbin has cooled down in October.

The lowest temperature has come to 0 degrees.

When Zeng Zheng came to Harbin, he wore a leather jacket without even long johns inside.

Breathing the cold air from Siberia, Zeng Zheng also sobered up a bit.

"Huh~~ It's really cold today!"

At this moment, an aunt with a "Hotel" sign hanging around her neck came to Zeng Zheng.

"Master, do you want to stay in the shop?"

"24 hours hot water."

"There are also slippers and a kettle, and it costs 20 yuan for one night."

Zeng Zheng shook his head.

I don't have any space for myself.

If the contract was destroyed by a thief in the middle of the night, he would have nowhere to cry.

Just spent 100 million!

With less than a third of Deco's price, Lange's management rights were transferred to Zeng Zheng's name.

In the past two days, I went to various offices in Harbin to submit materials. After returning from Thailand with Wan Guoqing, I can go to the government to rent a stadium.

With the home field, rent a few more houses as staff dormitories.

At that time, the team will be drawn, and next year they will directly compete in A-B.

The thing that he was most worried about this year has finally come to an end, and Zeng Zheng couldn't help but sing loudly.

"I want to go from south to north, and I want to go from white to black."

"I want people to see me but not know who I am!"

"Master, are you so happy?"

"Drink so much wine, let's have a tea egg to cushion your stomach!"

A small vendor stood at the door of his storehouse, yelling at Zeng Zheng.

"Ha, okay, how much is one?"

"Forty cents a piece, one yuan for three."

The boss is quite good at doing business.

"Okay, then come three."

Under the cold north wind, Zeng Zheng peeled off a steaming tea egg and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Master, your accent doesn't sound like a local. Are you from Liaoning?"

"Ah, from Dalian."

"I knew it was from Liaoning as soon as I heard it."

Although they are all Northeast dialects, there is also a gap between Northeast dialects and Northeast dialects.

As soon as I heard it, I knew it was Northeast dialect, and it was from HLJ; if the Northeast dialect has an accent, it must be from Liaoning;

"Dalian is not close to here! Is the master here on a business trip?" The boss was obviously acquainted, so he chatted casually.

"Well, here to play football."

"Playing football?" The boss was taken aback, he didn't expect Zeng Zheng to say such an answer.

But in the next second, the boss reacted and continued following Zeng Zheng's words: "It's good to play football! Play with our local players?"

"No, kick with the field!"

"Outside? Liaoning?"

"No, South!"

"Then master, you have picked the right place." The boss said proudly, "With our temperature, no matter how great the southerners are, they can't show it here."

"Hahahaha, boss, you want to go with me! Don't talk about southerners, even I, a northeaster, can't bear to stay outside for a long time!"

Zeng Zheng laughed out loud when he heard this, and after stuffing the last tea egg in his mouth, he pointed to the cigarettes on the shelf behind the boss and said, "Boss, here's a box of Hongtashan. Uh, forget it, let's get one!"

"100 yuan, you take it."

Seeing the back of Zeng Zheng leaving, the boss used his fingernails to dig under the "100".

"Fortunately it's real money!"

(End of this chapter)