From the Country Team To the Rich

Saarbrucken football club.

When Best came back, his expression was extremely relaxed. After half a season, he finally got that damn Morsi over.

Best did not return to the office area, but went directly to the training ground.

He saw the head coach Winrick who was reprimanding the players.

Winrick was very angry. He was not satisfied with the performance of his strikers.

After being relegated to the third division, Saarbrücken's goal has always been to return to the second division, but after a season, they are in the fifth place in the league points, let alone two direct promotion places. Can't even play in the play-offs.

The most serious problem facing Saarbrucken now is the lack of scoring ability.

They need an efficient shooter.

And this is why Wenlik is looking for shooters all over the league. Except for Morsi, they have found three shooters in total. These three shooters all joined in the winter transfer window, but the results were not ideal Brings an intuitive change to the team.

At times like this, he can always think of the number 9 in Hoffenheim.

However, the other party never let go, which made the old man feel extremely irritated.

"Shit! I let you shoot the goal, not the goal post. Five games, one goal, and Saarbrücken paid half a million for you, a piece of trash!"

Wenlik hated the iron and steel's angry reprimand, and the shooter who was reprimanded by him was also flushed.

In the end, Wenrick was so angry that he didn't want to talk any more, and waved his hand to let them disband.

When Winrik turned around, he saw Belst leaning against the railing.

I saw this guy smiled and raised the contract in his hand, saying: "Good news."

Five minutes later, the two sat in the meeting room.

"So we bought Morsi and made €50,000 instead?"

Wenrik said with a puzzled look on his face.

Best said: "They chose a trading model of substitutions, and the Chinese called Wei Rauch by name!"

"Wei Rauch?" Wenrik grinned and said, "Give it to them."

For this former German genius, he was completely desperate.

He was so arrogant day by day that no one looked down on him, as if he had played in the Bundesliga.

Although the ability is good, but refuses to cooperate with teammates, this kind of player is not worth mentioning.

Hearing Winrick let go, Best said, "Then I'll go talk about it?"

"Go!"

Wenrik looked indifferent, as long as he got Morsi, he didn't mind sending this plague god away at all.

 …

boom! ! ! !

There was a loud bang in Bearster's office.

This startled the civilian staff and looked over curiously, but they couldn't see clearly because of the frosted glass.

Can only hear someone roaring angrily.

"Why! I don't go to Hoffenheim, I don't go to the seventh league!"

Wei Rauch's handsome face was full of ferocity.

He never imagined that one day in his life he would play in the seventh tier.

He is a genius who debuted in Munich in 1900, how could he go to the seventh tier league.

Best looked at each other coldly and said, "Actually, they will be able to play in the sixth level next year."

Sixth level?

What's the difference?

Wei Rauch felt his heart was full of coldness, his heart was trembling, and he begged: "Sir, I beg you, let me stay here, I don't want to go to Hoffenheim."

Regarding this, Best said indifferently; "Sorry, we have already signed the transfer contract. After this season ends, you will report next season."

Wei Rauch's face was dull, and he murmured: "You can't do this..."

 …

Hoffenheim Club.

After the training, Zhang Xian called Morsi over.

In the conference room, he handed over the transfer contract he had just signed.

"Congratulations, you will play in the third division next season."

Facing Zhang Xian's congratulations, Morsi was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to pick up the contract and rubbed it for a while.

This contract is of great significance to Morsi.

This also indicates that he is officially heading towards the real German football league.

Although the Bundesliga cannot be compared with the Bundesliga, it has been broadcast domestically, and he can play on TV. This may be the starting point of his success.

Although he is 29 years old, he doesn't think it's too late.

He feels in good shape, especially at the start of the season, and he feels like he can break any club's goals.

With his confidence soaring, he is also full of vision for the future.

Putting the contract back on the conference table, Morsi said sincerely to Zhang Xian, "Thank you, Mr. Director."

Zhang Xian waved his hand and said, "I didn't do anything, you got all of this by yourself."

Morsi shook his head and said: "No, it was you who rectified the club, gave me a chance to play, and gave me a chance to prove myself. It was you who gave me a promotional channel to help me become famous. I know all of this. Maybe You're doing it for the money, but for me, it's a real favor and I won't forget it."

Zhang Xian suddenly said, "What if I let you stay?"

Hearing this, Morsi was stunned.

"Just kidding." Zhang Xian smiled and said, "Don't feel that you owe anything, and don't feel that you are a traitor. In fact, you created a transfer fund of 150,000 euros for the club."

Morsi was surprised: "I am so valuable?"

Zhang Xian shrugged and said, "At first, they offered 50,000 Euros, but I refused."

"By the way, which youth training school did you come from?"

Morsi replied: "Lisang youth training, a small youth training in our village."

"Is this youth academy still there?"

"It's closed down."

"Very good, you have to remember that you came out of the 'Sonal Youth Training'."

"Huh?" Morsi froze.

"Just remember it, and we will create a youth training record about you."

"Okay...okay."

Morsi nodded.

Zhang Xian said again: "In a few days, Saarbrücken will discuss with you the salary. The average salary of the main players of their first team is 1,000 Euros per week. Don't ask for less."

Morsi moved: "Thank you again, sir."

"Go!"

Zhang Xian waved his hand.

 …

In the evening, Zhang Xian prepared dinner as usual.

He didn't do it specifically for little Leo, even when he was alone, he would cook for himself.

At about 4 o'clock, the little gold-swallowing beast walked in on time.

"I am back!"

After yelling, the little guy took off his dirty socks and ran directly to the bathroom on the second floor.

After the washing was done, he ran to the kitchen in the clean clothes, and asked in a childish voice, "Is Morsi leaving?"

Zhang Xian turned his head and glanced at the little gold-swallowing beast.

The little guy said quickly; "Everyone is saying that."

Only then did Zhang Xian nod and said, "Leave after the season is over."

After finishing speaking, the little guy said shyly; "How much is he worth?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Xian's mouth, and said, "150,000 Euros!"

The little guy was stunned, and he smiled again when he saw Zhang Xian.

Little Lei Ao was distracted, at this moment, Zhang Xian said, "Go get an injection!"

"Aww!" Little Lei Aolian hurriedly ran upstairs, took out the medical kit, and skillfully injected himself with an injection in his thigh.

After the injection, he walked to the door frame beside him.

Draw a horizontal line on the door frame, which is used by little Leo to measure his height.

After drawing a bar on the top of the head with a gel pen, take out a ruler and measure it, and it is 0.1 cm longer.

The little guy clapped his hands happily.

He walked to the mirror, looked at his young self in the mirror, and whispered;

"Grow up quickly, it must be worth 150,000..." At this point, the little guy was stunned, shook his head and said, "It must be worth more!"

At dinner, the little guy turned into a rice pig again.

After finishing a whole bottle of milk, he picked up his rice bowl and started to eat again.

The little guy holds chopsticks in his hand.

It is wrapped with the whole palm of the hand. Since seeing Zhang Xian only using chopsticks, the little guy has also tried to learn, but it is so difficult. Put it in your mouth.

Zhang Xian is already used to the way the little guy eats.

"Are you all doing ball training?" he asked.

Little Tunjin Beast nodded and said, "That's right, the coach said, we should do ball training at our age."

"Have you ever played a training match?"

"Yes, we will always be divided into two groups to play training matches."

"Have you ever played a foreign training match?"

Little Leo shook his head and said, "No, we have always played internal training matches by ourselves."

In this regard, Zhang Xian nodded and made a thoughtful look.

He was wondering if he should contact other clubs to start a youth training league.