From the Country Team To the Rich

In the evening, Hoffenheim, Brave Bar.

A group of big men sat together, the most striking of which were three men with similar faces.

The three men had different hairstyles, some were tall and some were short, some were fat and some were thin, giving off a fierce look.

One of the bald men rolled up his sleeves and said with a contemptuous smile, "I heard he's a football rookie!"

On the other side, an equally strong man smiled and said, "If you don't understand, there will be ways you don't understand. Anyway... football is our domain!"

Hearing this, everyone at the scene couldn't help laughing.

At this time, the short and thin man sitting in the middle smiled and said: "Since he is the director, we also need to give him some face, otherwise it will be difficult to carry out future work."

His name was Erich Schaeffer.

The other two big men are their two younger brothers.

"This time, my brother will definitely be the head coach." One of the big guys said.

The other shouted and nodded: "Why is Wagner arguing with us? Bach supports us."

"Get rid of the old man, and the Meteor team will be ours from now on!"

Hearing this, the two laughed one after another.

"Okay." Erich waved his hand and said, "We should cheer up. We will be relegated every year. It would be embarrassing to say it."

The two big men nodded one after another.

boom! !

At this time, an old man slammed the wine bottle on the table.

All three were startled.

Lawrence looked at them, with a cigarette in his mouth, and said, "I don't care how you make trouble, but don't hurt the Meteor team."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at them contemptuously, and said, "It's just the last sentence that sounds like a human being!"

 …

At the same time, in the western restaurant.

Assistant coach Bazel Wagner and shooting coach Harden Bazel sat together.

The four of them drank red wine gracefully, and Harden Bazel said, "I heard that Brother Scherf also sent an invitation letter."

At this time, a coach on the opposite side smiled and said: "But...the director said he wants to come here!"

The tone is indescribably ironic.

Everyone also laughed out loud one after another.

Harden Bazel nodded and said, "It seems that he is a smart man."

"It's just that I'm sorry for Brother Scheffl, I guess I won't be able to see the director for a whole night!"

Amidst the yin and yang strange voice, everyone laughed out loud one after another.

Bazel Wagner picked up the red wine gracefully, and everyone shut up and looked over.

"Okay, gentlemen, after today, the club is expected to undergo a lot of changes, and we can no longer be so muddled. It is still possible to help the team advance to the next level."

Harden Bazel quickly booed: "Long live Wagner!"

The other three shouted one after another: "Long live Wagner!"

Bazel Wagner was very helpful. He quietly sipped the red wine, feeling that there was a hint of sweetness in the wine.

"It's very lively!"

At this time, a sudden sound sounded.

The four turned their heads and saw Zhang Xian standing not far away.

Zhang Xian also smiled and walked across from Bazel Wagner.

The two looked at each other, Bazel Wagner raised a glass of red wine, Zhang Xian also raised it with a smile and took a sip.

The atmosphere was very harmonious, but Zhang Xian's next sentence broke this harmony.

"So, this is Mr. Wagner's camp, right?"

The scene suddenly fell silent.

Bazel Wagner also had a look of astonishment.

Even if they were fighting among themselves, they shouldn't have said it so directly.

The scene was embarrassing, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

At this time, Harden Bazel said with a dry smile: "What camp,

Nothing like that. "

Zhang Xian pretended to be distressed, and said, "Why don't you get along well? Call me when the coaches are all around, and I don't need to go to two places at the same time on the same night."

Bazel Wagner frowned slightly, looked deeply at Zhang Xian, and then smiled and said, "Did they call you too? We don't know."

"Ha ha..."

Zhang Xian's voice was extremely sarcastic.

He looked up at Wagner, playful: "Them? ... us?"

I also mentioned some camps before, and these words really made it clear that there is no silver three hundred taels here.

The atmosphere was at a freezing point.

Everyone looked at Zhang Xian no longer so friendly.

But Zhang Xian said to himself: "Yes, I will go there too, because I am the chief assistant coach, so I will say hello first."

Harden Bazel was a little impatient and asked, "Go over there, what will you say?"

Hearing this, Zhang Xian turned his head to look at the other party again, showing a weird smile.

 …

The wind chime rang, and Zhang Xian stepped into the Brave Bar again.

The noisy bar fell into silence.

The three Scherff brothers looked over with unkind eyes, while Lawrence looked at Zhang Xian in surprise, and immediately seemed to understand something.

Zhang Xian looked around, ignored those gazes, and walked straight to the front of the stage.

"A glass of dark beer, thank you!"

Lawrence held out his hand and said, "4 euros."

Zhang Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "I won't invite you this time."

Lawrence said with a smile: "I also need to do business."

Zhang Xian took out 5 Euro from his pocket and handed it over, took a sip from the wine glass, and said softly:

"The rest is tip."

Before Lawrence could speak, a voice came over.

"Of course beer is not as sweet as red wine."

After Erich, who was sitting in the middle, finished speaking, he said in a gloomy tone, "You're late."

The atmosphere at the scene was very dignified.

Erich and Zhang Xian looked at each other silently.

Lawrence on the side put down the cup in his hand and picked up the phone. As long as they dared to call, he dared to call the police.

"Yes, I went to see Mr. Wagner first."

Zhang Xian confessed openly that this made the Scherff brothers even worse.

Even Lawrence was surprised. He never expected that the Chinese would admit it directly.

Erich narrowed his eyes and said, "Want to step on two boats?"

Zhang Xian asked back with a strange face: "Two boats? Aren't we in the same team?"

One sentence choked the three of them.

Lawrence even raised his eyebrows, parted his mouth slightly, and laughed twice.

Zhang Xian: "..."

Erich: "...."

Zhang Xian turned his head to look at Lawrence, and said quietly, "You play so much!"

Lawrence said with a sneer: "Let's set up the atmosphere, you guys continue."

Erich was short-tempered, and he said bluntly, "So what do you want to do?"

Zhang Xian shook the dark beer in his hand and looked at the three Scherff brothers with a smile.

The three Scherff brothers did not show any weakness, but Zhang Xian's gaze made them feel very uncomfortable.

 …

The next day, the atmosphere in the club's office building was strange.

Because at eight o'clock in the morning, there were two rows of people standing at the door of the meeting room.

The three Scherff brothers were wearing coach uniforms and standing straight on the left side of the door.

Wagner stood on the other side of the door.

The two groups were still dissatisfied with each other, glaring at each other angrily, as if they could fight at any time.

But for some reason, they all held back

In the office area, Mary and the others looked at them curiously.

"what happened?"

Mary asked softly.

Ivan on the side shook his head and said, "I heard that they met with Mr. Director yesterday, and it was like this the next day."

"So..." Mary said with a look of disbelief, "They lost?"

Ivan pondered for a while and said: "From the current situation, it is like this."

"How did he do it?" exclaimed Mary.

Snapped! !

There was clapping from behind.

Mary turned her head and found that Zhang Xian was looking at her with a smile and said:

"It's man-made!"

The conference room was much more lively than the first day.

In addition to the club's top cadres, the coaching staff was also invited to the meeting.

The three Scherff brothers, Wagner and others, who used to fight each other when they met, kept a strange silence.

Although the two groups sat opposite each other, they did not quarrel.

This made Mary and the others feel even more novelty. They couldn't help looking at Zhang Xian who was sorting out the materials in the middle, wondering how this Chinese man did it.

"Then, I'll start announcing it!"

Zhang Xian's voice lifted everyone's spirits.

Mary even felt that Erich and Wagner's expressions became more depressed, and she couldn't help looking at Zhang Xian curiously.

"First, the head coach will stay!"

Everyone in the conference room stared wide-eyed.

Everyone looked at Zhang Xian in shock.

On the other hand, Erich and Wagner gritted their teeth tightly, looking uncomfortable.

"We will sign a new two-year contract with the head coach, and this part has been approved by the club chairman."

 …

Back in time.

The night before, Brave Bar.

Lawrence subconsciously pulled out his beard and grinned in pain.

But he ignored the pain and turned to look at the Chinese.

But there was no sign of lying at all from the other party's expression.

"Who decided?!"

The three Scherff brothers glared at Zhang Xian.

Zhang Xian stretched out his thumb and pointed at himself, saying, "Me!"

This scene made the faces of the three Scherff brothers pale.

Frank's face was a little red, and he stuck his neck and shouted: "Can you be responsible? What should the fans and public opinion do?"

Zhang Xian said rather bachelorly: "I don't care about these things, let's talk about it..."

Zhang Xian turned his gaze to Lawrence, pointed to Scherff and the others, and said, "They and the head coach, who do you choose?"

Lawrence was a little stunned, why did he still have his own business.

He scratched his head and said, "Koch! Although he is old, we still trust him."

Frank felt a chill in his heart, and said angrily, "Where are the players?"

Zhang Xian waved his hands impatiently and said, "Don't bark, I hope you can recognize one thing, and that is the employment relationship."

Zhang Xian pointed to himself and said triumphantly, "I am Party A!"

 …

In the western restaurant, Zhang Xian was cutting the steak, while Wagner and the others looked dull.

The fundamental purpose of the struggle between the three Scherff brothers and the Wagner camp is for the head coach.

But now, Zhang Xian has renewed the contract of the head coach, so there is no point in fighting between them.

"To be honest, in fact, I don't even need to come here."

"I can inform you directly, but it's not polite to do so, is it?"

Wagner and others did not dare to breathe. When the head coach renewed his contract, they had already lost the initiative.

"Of course, you can also use your power to do something, but don't blame me for being unfeeling." Zhang Xian stared at Wagner, which made the latter feel uncomfortable.

In fact, he really wanted to encourage the players to protest and create pressure on Zhang Xian.

But combined with the news of 'layoffs' and 'salary cuts', he suddenly discovered that the purpose of this Chinese is not to deter the coaching staff, but to rectify the team.

While this guess shocked him, he was also filled with fear.

Ding!

Zhang Xian picked up the spoon and tapped the plate, made a crisp sound, and said softly: "Respect! I came here out of courtesy, and I also hope to be respected by you!"

"Actually, I don't expect you to shake hands and make peace. You can continue to fight, but there is one prerequisite." Zhang Xian squinted his eyes and said, "I decide the content of your fight. Oh, by the way, it should be called competition." Be more specific, don't you think?"

As he spoke, Zhang Xian picked up his wine glass and waited for Wagner's statement.

Wagner's face was full of entanglements. After a while, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. He raised his wine glass in frustration and said, "As you wish."

Zhang Xian showed a satisfied smile and took a sip of wine.

"Happy cooperation!"

 …

In the town of Sinsheim, in a residential building.

Zhang Xian sat face to face with an old man.

A contract was placed in front of the two of them.

This person is David Koch, the head coach of Hoffenheim.

"I've thought about retiring."

David Koch showed a hint of helplessness on his wrinkled face. He sat on a rocking chair covered with a blanket, pointed to his legs and said, "My legs and feet can no longer support daily training."

Zhang Xian nodded and said: "I understand your difficulties, but please understand our situation, the Meteor team needs you."

"You..." Dawid Koch pointed at Zhang Xian and smiled wryly again.

"I can't hold back Erich and Wagner."

Zhang Xian shook his head and said, "I will support you and let you regain your rights."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for David Koch to refuse, Zhang Xian pointed to the contract and said: "This is a brand new contract. Compared with the previous salary, there will be some adjustments, but it contains our sincerity, and this is a two-year contract. Even if you are unable to attend training or competitions due to physical problems during this period, we will still pay wages.”

David Koch opened his mouth, and he found that Zhang Xian had blocked his words.

However, he still asked: "How is the salary adjusted?"

Zhang Xian said truthfully: "A part of the reduction is not aimed at you, but every player needs a salary reduction."

David Koch frowned and said, "This will cause a lot of conflict."

"But in the interest of the club."

David Koch: "You are the first director who dares to do this. Are you not afraid of angering the players?"

Zhang Xian said with a smile: "I think they will understand, this is for a better future."

Finally, when leaving, David Koch asked: "Do you agree with Bauer's philosophy?"

"Bundesliga?"

"Yes!"

"I agree!"

Zhang Xian left, while David Koch looked at Zhang Xian, sighed after walking around for a long time: "What a good helmsman!"

"What? Just because he agrees with Bauer's ideas? Don't you always say Bauer is daydreaming!"

An old woman came out, she is David Koch's wife.

David Koch just laughed lightly at this, and said: "He is different from Ball. He is a very realistic person. He is an interestist. If such a person is worthy of trust!"

The old lady teased: "So, the Meteor team is going to the Bundesliga?"

"why not?"

"...Koch, you're getting stupid!"

"..."