court king

Chapter 28 Are you willing to sign the contract?

Qin Han jumped up immediately, and he made a successful save, and the players from the North Sports directly rushed into the scene.

The intensity of this game is like the 2017 college game final.

The difference between the two sides in the decisive battle is only one point, and the excitement now cannot be described in words.

The students of BIST cheered and embraced.

Wearing a white jersey, Wang Feng has scored 21 goals on the court after his big four.

It can be said that scoring goals in this league is definitely easier than in the Super League.

Zhang Qian trotted onto the stage.

As a middle-aged man, he led the team to defeat last year's runner-up and today's dark horse, and completely extinguished the flames. He is also very happy.

There is no moon today, and in this cloudy sky, a battle of kings is over.

It was already 47:[-] when the game ended. Under the night sky, the pressure on the players finally subsided.

Wang Feng was sitting in his dormitory, next to Wang Liang who was already asleep, his body smelled like traditional Chinese medicine.

Wang Feng is still training in the system, and there is still an hour before zero.

Beckham has become Wang Feng's logistics minister, and he is currently changing his body and face shape for Wang Feng.

The contrast should not be too large.

This is also a test.

Wang Feng was trotting. At this time, a window popped up in front of him, which directly scared Wang Feng and fell to the ground.

It's a real-world perspective, and it has sound.

At night, there was a cicada and the sound of a bird.

At the same time, there was a knock on the door.

It's eleven o'clock in the evening, who is so wicked? !

Wang Feng's right eye remained in the system, and his left eye returned to the real world.

Wang Feng got out of bed, wearing slippers, his upper body was exposed, and his lower body was wearing a pair of shorts.

Wang Feng opened the door, and there was a person standing in front of him—coach Zhang Qian.

Standing behind Zhang Qian is the principal of Beijing Sports——Yang Hua.

Zhang Qian glanced at Wang Liang who was sleeping, then at Wang Feng who looked like this, and said, "We have something to talk to you about."

Wang Feng nodded, dragged his tired body, put on his sweaty white short sleeves, and followed the two to the principal's office.

Wang Feng was naturally a little confused.

I didn't make any mistakes, and I didn't have any outstanding performance. I just won the game. How could I still enter the principal's office?

As soon as Yang Hua opened the door, he sat on the principal's swivel chair, Wang Feng found a chair and sat down, and Zhang Qian also found a chair.

Yang Hua was a little surprised that a specially reserved chair was actually empty.

Yang Hua pressed Zhang Qian's ear and asked, "What about others?"

After Zhang Qian nodded, he didn't answer, and looked at the door with a small gap.

Then, Zhang Qian leaned into Yang Hua's ear and said, "Maybe he went to the toilet."

Yang Hua smiled, then nodded.

Wang Feng may be the most surprised now. These two people acted like Mission: Impossible, and Wang Feng was simply fooled.

At this time, suddenly the wooden door was knocked.

Yang Hua cleared his throat and said loudly in fluent Chinese: "Please come in!"

Then, the door was opened directly.

Wang Feng turned his head and took a look. A blond "fat man" walked in front of the door and sat directly next to Wang Feng.

Yang Hua shook hands with him, and after that, the fat man fixed his eyes on Wang Feng.

"HELLO, Wang. I'm Dave Harrison, a scout for Manchester City Football Club in England. Our team—Manchester City—want to sign with you, and we are willing to pay you what you were worth in Guangzhou Evergrande—50 euros." Dave, the scout, said in fluent English.

He went straight to the point and took out a check for 50 euros.

Wang Feng was a little surprised.

The Premier League champions came to sign him?
Wang Feng had to confirm it, and he said in English: "Dave. I am a retired player, and the market price will definitely not be high. At the same time, I also want to say: I may not be able to play all games in the Premier League, and I will continue to play college games in the North Sports, just saying that I may only go to the quarter-finals."

Dave nodded, and then said: "We have found out that your so-called 'Ball King Cup' college competition is held in May every year. And there are only three quarter-finals, so we give you seven days off in the college competition every school year. Count the one day off every week for the team."

Yang Hua said at this time: "We can agree to sign with you Manchester City. However, we have three requirements."

As soon as this sentence was finished, Dave nodded, motioning for Yang Hua to make a request.

Yang Hua was just about to speak, but was interrupted by Wang Feng.

Wang Feng opened his mouth directly: "First, I need you to provide me with a first-team spot; second, I will play one out of three games; third, transfers of more than 5000 million yuan will not incur liquidated damages."

Dave nodded without the slightest hesitation, and said, "OK! Now we want you to cooperate with us, because we can't sign any contracts now, so we want you to go directly to Manchester City to sign contracts, and we can provide you with villas."

"Deal!" Yang Hua said directly, accepting the check.
Then he pointed at Zhang Qian: "Zhang Qian, why don't you become Wang Feng's agent. You will definitely come back during the quarter-finals. The school will provide you with 70% of your original salary every month."

It is still a little difficult for Zhang Qian to choose now.

If I follow Wang Feng myself, Wang Feng will also give him a certain salary, and there is also the school's salary.

However, now he is about to leave the school where he has coached for four years.

"Please give me a little time." Zhang Qian said, and then pursed his lips.

Wang Feng spoke at this moment.

"Just let Wang Liang accompany me. He can no longer play football with this foot, and he was from the Department of Economics before. It's just right."

Yang Hua nodded. This was indeed a good choice. He directly ordered Zhang Qian to call Wang Liang.

Wang Liang was still limping, with both crutches, and came to the principal's office.

When Wang Liang first came in, he was also a little surprised.

He found a chair and looked at Wang Feng sitting in the office, he was a little confused for a moment - the expression was exactly the same as Wang Feng before.

Yang Hua said: "Wang Liang. Manchester City Football Club wants to sign a contract with Wang Feng. Now, Wang Feng wants to hire you as his agent."

Wang Liang nodded, and then said: "Deal. I only need a monthly salary of 2000 yuan."

"Deal, but I'll give you a monthly salary of [-] euros!" Wang Feng said, smiling with a hint of excitement in his smile.

The two hugged each other.

(End of this chapter)