this is football

Under normal circumstances, there are two ways to recruit students to the La Masia youth academy. The first is the recommendation of scouts, with priority given to children from Barcelona, ​​followed by Catalonia, and then the entire Spain.

Then came South America, Europe, Africa, Asia and other places.

Another way is to select some children from all over the world to participate in a one-week trial training in a concentration camp and admit the best.

Now that the concentration camp trial is imminent, the first thing Puyol does when he takes office is to gather an evaluation team to evaluate the information of young players and make selections.

At dusk, the lights in the conference room of the office building were still bright, and the evaluation team composed of coaches of all levels were having a heated discussion.

The beautiful female receptionist gently opened the door and walked into the conference room, whispering in Puyol's ear: "Director, the young players who were notified of the trial training this morning want to see you."

There is still a week left before the trial training. What can he do at this time?

The image of the boy playing football flashed through Puyol's mind and he said softly: "Take him to my office."

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When Su Mei stepped into this office again, she couldn't help but feel a little excited. This was a place that made her extremely sad and angry.

One thing she still didn't understand was why Fidel suddenly changed his mind. She had previously thought that his conscience might have discovered it, but then she gave up this ridiculous idea.

He has no heart at all. If he did, it would be like a wolf-hearted person.

When Puyol walked into the room and introduced himself, Su Mei was stunned.

Finally understanding what was going on, it turned out that Fidel had been captured. Su Mei let out a long sigh of relief and sighed that it was really the sky that had the vision.

"I still have something to do. I'll give you ten minutes." Puyol sat behind his desk and looked at his watch, somewhat impatiently.

They came here at this time, most likely because of the trial training, and probably wanted to smoothen the relationship.

Seeing Puyol, the former defensive leader of the Meng San era, Lei Ou was filled with passion, but it didn't show on his face.

Lei Ou took out the contract from his bag and put it gently on his desk.

Puyol looked at it again and frowned deeply, "What do you mean?"

"It's very simple. As long as I sign the contract, I will be a Spanish player." Lei Ou said seriously.

Since Espanyol and Barcelona are mortal enemies in the same city, in other words I will be your enemy.

Puyol sneered, "Boy, are you threatening me? La Masia has never lacked talented players, and besides, you didn't show enough talent in front of me."

"No, no, no, I don't mean to threaten you, I just want to negotiate a condition with you." Lei Ou's expression remained unchanged.

Su Mei stood aside and did not interrupt. She did not understand the purpose of Lei Ou's move.

He said he was here to settle accounts.

What kind of account should be settled? Who should the account be settled with?

Puyol put down the contract and looked at the Chinese boy in front of him with curiosity, but he felt a little bit interested.

Crossing his fingers and placing them on his chin, Puyol asked: "What are the terms?"

"Before discussing terms, please allow me to tell my story."

In case Puyol was impatient, Lei Ou spoke faster: "When I was six years old, I came to Barcelona with my parents and wanted to try out the La Masia youth training camp. My parents died in a car accident. Then I was adopted by my aunt.

, I will submit the information to La Masia every year from now on, but I never get a chance..."

Puyol raised his eyebrows and interrupted Lei Ou: "Not a chance? Why?"

After watching the boy's video, I'm not sure he can enter La Masia, but at least he will have the opportunity to try out.

Lei Ou suddenly smiled, a bit cruelly. Perhaps only he and his aunt have truly understood this pain after so many years.

"I didn't know why before, but now I understand that the former manager Fidel is my aunt's ex-husband, and he is also a scum..."

Lei Ou recounted what Fidel had done through gritted teeth.

Puyol finally had some emotion on his face, the kind of expression that couldn't bear sympathy and pity. What did a little boy do wrong? He was bullied like this in a foreign country!

Damn Fidel!

Taking a deep breath, Puyol asked: "So, what are the conditions you want to tell me?"

Lei Ou's eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce look, which was fleeting.

"I heard that Fidel is still a scout for La Masia. Do you think he has the ability and qualifications? Are you relieved to give him such an important task?"

Although Lei Ou didn't say it clearly, Puyol already understood what he meant - to fire Fidel and leave him with no place to stand.

"this……"

Puyol was hesitant. As he said, Fidel had worked hard over the years without any merit and did not want him to lose his job.

"Mr. Puyol, I am a firm believer in La Masia and a loyal supporter of Barcelona. I don't want to join any other club, even if I can't join Barcelona!"

Lei Ou picked up the contract, tore it in half with his hands, and threw it into the trash can.

In a sense, such behavior counts as a vote of trust.

Puyol was silent for a long time and nodded slowly, "Okay, I accept this condition."

"Mr. Puyol, I need you to call him over now and tell him personally!" Lei Ou's eyes were firm.

Looking at his eyes, Puyol sighed and picked up his cell phone to call Fidel.

Not long after, Fidel hurried over. He was stunned for a moment and pretended not to recognize the two of them. He walked up to Puyol and said, "Director, what do you want from me?"

"Mr. Fidel, I'm sorry, you have been fired. You will not get any job at Barcelona." Puyol said straightforwardly.

"Why?" Fidel exclaimed.

Puyol did not want to involve this poor woman and child, so he did not intend to tell the real reason.

However, Lei Ou suddenly said: "Because of me!"

"You?" Fidel was confused at first, and then he thought of the reason: "Puyol, is it worth it for a Chinese? He will not have a future!"

"No!"

Puyol slowly stood up, stared at Fidel and said seriously: "I am not doing this for a player, but for a poor child and the poor woman who raised him."

While Fidel was stunned, Lei Ou stepped forward and slapped him hard with a big mouth, and said sarcastically: "Isn't it too much to give my aunt a slap in the face?"

Su Mei finally understood the true meaning of settling accounts, dismissed him, slapped him for his loud mouth, and since then, the two have nothing to do with each other.

There were tears in Su Mei's eyes. She had raised him and loved him in vain since she was a child.

Fidel covered his face and was a little confused. Why did he slap her back? She was the one who made the move first, right?

"Mr. Fidel, please leave my office!" Puyol ordered him out again.