Extraordinary coach

After hanging up the phone, Sun Yi was completely confused. He wanted to go to Nice to be a coach, but he would only be Mourinho's assistant coach. But now Mourinho told him that he was recommended to Nice, and it was the position of head coach.

"This can't be true?"

Sun Yi suspected that he was still dreaming and hadn't woken up. He couldn't help pinching his pain.

"Ah. It hurts!"

"It seems that this is true." Sun Yi was really excited, but he soon calmed down. "Nice is a strong team in Ligue 1. Will they accept me, who has never been a head coach in a professional team? Impossible?"

Although Mourinho recommended it, Sun Yi thought more and more that it was impossible. If he was the boss of Nice, he would never choose a person like himself who was not well-known to be the head coach of the team just because of Mourinho's words.

The more Sun Yi thought about it, the more he felt that the possibility was particularly small, but he couldn't help looking forward to it in his heart. After all, it was Mourinho who recommended it. What if he really came to invite him?

Don't be stupid. How could a team from the top five leagues invite a Chinese who has never coached in the Chinese Super League?

What if they are willing to invite you?

There is no such thing as an invitation, don't think too much!

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"Invite me, no. Invite, no..." Sun Yi, who was very entangled in his heart, couldn't help but pick up a plant and break off its leaves.

"Starlight..." Just as Sun Yi was breaking off the leaves, the phone rang suddenly, which scared him.

Sun Yi took the phone and saw that it was not Mourinho as he thought, but an unfamiliar number.

"Hello!" Sun Yi greeted in English after answering the call.

"Hello, hello, is this Sun Yi, Mr. Sun?" There was a male voice on the other end of the phone, and it was in Chinese.

"YES! Yes, yes. It's me. Who are you?" Sun Yi was a little surprised to realize that the other party was actually speaking Chinese. Could it be that someone in China is looking for me?

"Hello, Mr. Sun. My surname is Zheng and my name is Nanyan." The low voice on the other end of the phone came again.

Listening to the other party's voice, Sun Yi felt that the other party should be a man in his thirties or forties. Maybe he might be a friend of Lao Xie and his friends. So Sun Yi politely asked: "Hello, Mr. Zheng, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"It's like this. Mr. Sun. I am the CEO of Plateno Group."

"Plateno, CEO?" Sun Yi has heard of CEO. But he doesn't know anything about Plateno Group. What does such a big title as CEO have to do with a football player like me?

"Sorry. To be precise, I am now a shareholder of Nice. Mr. Mourinho recommended you to us. We invite you out for dinner. By the way, discuss matters."

"Ah! You are a shareholder of Nice?" Sun Yi couldn't help but get nervous. It's true, they came to see me.

"Yes. Mr. Sun, do you have time?"

"Yes. Yes!" Sun Yi nodded desperately.

"Okay. Then let's make an appointment to sit down together, okay?"

"Okay. Okay."

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"Yeah!" After hanging up the phone, Sun Yi excitedly punched the air to celebrate.

After being excited for a while, Sun Yi's excitement gradually calmed down. Then he called to tell Mourinho about this matter and asked him how to talk about it.

After asking Mourinho, Sun Yi, who was still worried, turned on his computer to look up some information.

After finding the information, Sun Yi learned some information about the CEO Zheng Nanyan. This CEO is awesome. He is actually the founder of the 7 Days Inn chain. He just spent less than 100 million euros to buy Nice some time ago.

And this Zheng Nanyan is actually Sun Yi's fellow countryman. They are all from Guangdong.

Maybe this is why he was willing to talk to Sun Yi after receiving Mourinho's recommendation!

Maybe it was because of this information that Sun Yi was not so nervous.

That afternoon, Sun Yi went to the agreed place a little earlier. Unexpectedly, the other party also arrived early.

At the first meeting, Zheng Nanyan, the future boss, left a deep impression on Sun Yi. Not only does he look elegant, but he also speaks very well. He doesn't look like a businessman, but rather like a scholar. What Sun Yi envied was that Zheng Nanyan was nearly 50 years old, but his mental state looked like he was only in his thirties. When Sun Yi stood with him, it didn't make people feel that there was a difference of more than ten years in age.

Sun Yi prepared a lot of words, and even logged on to the official website of the Nice team to check the information before leaving, and listed some plans and ideas for his coaching.

After saying hello and sitting down, Sun Yi was nervous and organized his words in his mind before he said: "Mr. Zheng, next, I will explain my coaching philosophy and some plans I have temporarily made for the Nice team."

Unexpectedly, Sun Yi's preparations were of no use at all. The other party raised his hand to interrupt and said: "One of us, I trust you."

One of us. When they first met, he used this sentence. As a Cantonese, Sun Yi could best understand the meaning of it. But this was still far beyond his expectations, and he was stunned for a moment.

“…….”

"Mr. Sun, I made a special trip to see you today because we have recognized you. For those of us doing business, a person's quality is more important than ability. From what we have learned, you are a A trustworthy person. And if he can be recommended by Mr. Mourinho, I believe there will be no problem with his business ability," Zheng Nanyanhui said with a smile.

"Thank you. Thank you for your trust." Upon hearing what the other party said, Sun Yi turned red with excitement.

"One of our own. If I don't trust you, how can I trust those foreigners?" Zheng Nanyan said with a smile.

"Yes. One of my own." Sun Yi didn't know what to say except nodded. Judging from what the other party meant, he decided to be the head coach this time.

"It turns out to be one of our own, so we can talk freely. I just joined the Nice team, and I still don't know much about many internal situations. And the current management team is still the same people. If you can come, I will I hope you will use your professional skills to help me control the team, and I will gradually add more of our people to assist you.”

Zheng Nanyan's words were candid and sincere, and Sun Yi also heard from these words some of the reasons why the other party was willing to choose him.

A Chinese or a fellow countryman is always more trustworthy than a foreigner.

For someone like Zheng Nanyan who was not involved in football before, if he suddenly takes over a foreign team, he may lose all his money.

When Sun Yi was searching for information about Zheng Nanyan and the Nice team, he came across a piece of news. There is an Italian team called Pavia, and the owner is also Chinese. But because it couldn't control the team, it declared bankruptcy some time ago. The investment of tens of millions of euros was lost in just two years. The reason for this is said to be that investors cannot control the team.

Perhaps it was this lesson that made Zheng Nanyan, who had just joined the Nice team, afraid of making the same mistake again.

"Are you willing to help me?" Zheng Nanyan asked after Sun Yi had almost digested it.

"I am willing. But I have a condition." Even though Sun Yi had millions of wishes in his heart, he still made his request.

"Please tell me. It's easy to tell me about salary and benefits."

"I don't care about wages and benefits. I only have one condition, I must have the right to decide whether players should stay or go." This condition is what Sun Yi wants most. Without this right, he would not be able to accomplish anything by himself.

"Hmm~" Zheng Nanyan began to think deeply. After a while, he nodded solemnly. "I can agree to this condition."

"Thank you. I won't let you down."

"I believe it. Coach Sun, welcome to join the Nice team."