Iron Man on the pitch

"Hi Lee!"

Li Ling looked over in the voice, and there were three people waiting downstairs of the apartment.

One of them is Joao Moutinho, and the other is his former agent Martin.

After walking over quickly to hug them and say hello to them, Li Ling looked at the third person and stretched out his hand.

"Hello, Figo!"

"Just call me Louis."

The four of them came to a nearby cafe. After sitting down, they ordered snacks and coffee.

Looking at Joao Moutinho who was very cramped and Martin who was flushed and didn't know how to speak, Figo smiled and said to Li Ling generously: "I want to invite you to join the Portuguese national team, I don't know what you thought? ”

Li Ling calmly picked up the cappuccino and took a sip. He looked at Joao Moutinho and Martin on the other side with anticipation eyes, put down the coffee cup, and said words that disappointed them: "Sorry, I can't agree yet."

Figo shrugged helplessly and tried to continue persuading: "I understand that you have only been studying in Portugal for a year. Such a short time is not enough to make you feel for Portugal."

"Even if you don't have any feelings for Portugal, you just join the Portuguese national team as a mercenary. But if you achieve excellent results in the competition, it will be of great benefit to your future career."

Seeing Li Ling seemingly unmoved, Figo's voice became a little low, and he seemed to have made up some determination: "Don't worry, as long as you can guarantee the performance in the last few rounds of the league, I can protect you and let You are the starter of the Portuguese national team...well, the first pick."

"No, No, No, Louis, I understand what you said," Li Ling stopped his persuasion, "The key to the problem is not me."

When Figo and others heard this, their eyes shone, but when Li Ling said the following words, the light in their eyes dimmed again.

"Because of my parents, they want me to play football for the country. For this reason, they have already communicated with the local Football Association in my hometown." Li Ling shrugged, "I need to wait until the results come out before I can consider this place. matter."

"Ah..." Joao Moutinho sighed, "I thought we could continue to be teammates in the Portuguese national team."

"Oh? You were called up by the Portuguese national team? Congratulations!" Li Ling raised his coffee cup and touched Joao Moutinho as wine.

"Forget it..." Joao Moutinho was unhappy, "If I can't partner with you, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to get a chance to play in the national team. My current strength is not enough in the national team. Squeeze those starting players, only if you have a firm starter and I can have a chance to play with the tacit understanding between me and you.”

But Figo and Martin are not as frustrated as Joao Moutinho.

After listening to Li Ling's speech, Feigo's eyes flashed, and he had already heard what Li Ling meant. The same goes for Martin.

Figo reached out to stop Martin who wanted to explain to João Moutinho, stood up and handed Li Ling a business card, and said goodbye to Li Ling: "This is my phone number. If you make a decision, you can do it at any time. Contact me, I'm waiting for your good news."

After saying that, Figo left with Joao Moutinho and Martin.

Li Ling picked up a piece of dessert, looked thoughtful, and chewed slowly.

In fact, Li Ling was very excited: "Figo is actually willing to run for me and said he wants to ensure my main position. It seems that my choice is right. Although my current strength is good, it is not strong enough. Only Portugal has it. The country planning the previous examples will be interested in me. If it were a traditional tycoon like Britain, France and Germany, how could there be a legendary legendary man so humble to plan and ensure the position of the main force. "

On the other side, Figo, who walked out of the cafe, patted Joao Moutinho on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Young people should be calm, you are not as good as Li in this regard."

"He doesn't want to join Portugal, how can I be calm?"

"There is no problem for him not to join. Besides, things are not without a turnaround." Martin comforted Joao Moutinho.

"How come, why is there a turning point? Didn't Li say that his parents went to handle the procedures for him?" Joao Moutinho turned sadness into joy, but he still couldn't believe it.

Figo smiled and signaled Martin to continue to explain.

Martin cleared his throat: "From Lee's words, it can be seen that he is not opposed to joining the Portuguese national team, but his parents' ideas are hard to refuse. Moreover, he doesn't seem to be optimistic about his parents' actions. It's us who The national football circle doesn't know much about it, I think we need itFind more information. ”

"No, we don't need to do anything else. Li said his parents have already negotiated." Figo smiled strangely, "Maybe we don't need to wait too long to get the good news we are thinking about. .”

Li Ling waited for a while and met Jorge Mendes. After getting the agent contract, Li Ling came to the starting point of the championship celebration parade.

The championship celebration parade was held enthusiastically, and Li Ling experienced a heart-warming experience of the exotic style. No, maybe this will be his country soon.

At the parade, Li Ling relied on his handsome appearance, strong and strong body, and more cultural temperament than his teammates, and received many kisses from Lisbon girls, which made his teammates very jealous.

"Li, you guy is better off going to Hollywood to make a movie. Why do you come here to grab the girls' hearts from us?" Joao Moutinho seemed to have walked out of his morning loss and was very eager to drive with Li Ling. joke.

"There's no way. I'm more willing to succeed down-to-earth than relying on my face to make a living. Not everyone who looks handsome can succeed like Keanu Reeves."

Just like in the early morning, Li Ling, who was stripped of only big shorts by overly enthusiastic female fans, returned to his apartment.

After taking a shower, Li Ling lay on the bed with Jorge Mendez's contract with his agent and a bottle of lemonade.

Suddenly, he saw dozens of missed calls in the two mobile phones at the bedside, and suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

After thinking about it over and over again, I picked up my domestic cell phone and called my home.

Li's mother, who answered the phone, started to choke after hearing her son's voice. In the end, Li's father couldn't stand it and snatched the microphone.

"Son, you are right. It's your mother and I who are confused! From now on, we will listen to you all the major issues at home." Li's father's voice was extremely angry.

After finally comforting their parents, Li Ling understood what they had experienced during the day.

After Li’s father and mother found an official from the Football Association and introduced Li Ling’s performance and achievements to him, the other party said that if he wanted to qualify for the national team, he would need a registration fee of 1 million yuan.

Li’s father and mother understand these unspoken rules, and the family cannot afford to pay. But he didn't expect that Li's mother would be a mess. Just when Li's father pretended to be deep and pretended to be bargaining, Li's mother made a quick decision to agree.

Now, the other party spoke up later and found a few excuses to ask for another 2 million. The promise he received was that Li Ling's situation would be reported.

Li's father turned around and left immediately because he remembered what his son told him that the place was ruined and he didn't want to come back to play football.

But Li's mother wanted to struggle for a while and continue to stay and negotiate with the official, but she didn't expect that the other party would say the classic saying: "Madam, you don't want your son to lose the opportunity to serve the country, right?"

Li Ma slammed the door angrily and left.

The door to Li Ling's joining the national team was closed forever. Of course, it was only father and mother who supported this door before, and Li Ling himself wanted to close the door long ago.

How can you do good things with these insects? Whether they lose to Thailand 1:5 or Japan 0:7, they deserve it.

Li Ling picked up his phone, thought for a while, and put it down again.

Forget it, go to bed first, let’s talk about what’s going on tomorrow.