World Cup of Great Powers

First he followed the trend, then he was Lao Wang.

The second half of 1998 was really turbulent.

I thought that the splendor of the World Cup could be covered up for a while and the thundering time could be extended.

But Lao Wang has a bad temper.

Except for changing "Our football can't get out" to "It's useless even if we get out", it is basically the same as what Zeng Zheng heard in his previous life.

Looking at Director Wan who was gasping for breath with anger, Zeng Zheng became the one who comforted people.

"Brother Wan, calm down."

"Wanda didn't quit all of a sudden. Didn't Pharaoh Wang say that he would continue to play before the end of the league?"

"He just said something in anger. Maybe he will take it back again when the announcement comes from Zhu Xie at the end of the year!"

It was okay that Zeng Zheng didn't say anything, but when he mentioned this, Director Wan's temper got worse again.

"Fuck, it's all about Yu Yuanqiong."

"check!"

"We must investigate it vigorously!"

"Look what happened to that guy."

"I don't believe that if Bamboo Shoes paid attention to this matter, these ghosts and ghosts could still cause trouble!"

"Ouch... Wanda is going to be finished... Dalian Football is going to be finished too!"

"Wanda is finished, isn't this team still there?" Zeng Zheng curled his lips, "This team is the signature of DL City. It won't be difficult to find a new home, right?"

"Next home? By the way, Xiao Zeng, don't you just want to start a football team? How about you take over Wanda? Didn't Lao Wang say that the team will be transferred for free? If you are so capable, our Dalian team will definitely be able to do it.

Continue to dominate Class A.”

"Yes, yes, Brother Wan, please spare me!" Zeng Zheng quickly waved his hand and refused.

"Whoever wants to take over Dalian must first be prepared to lose 30 million yuan a year."

"My family has a small business and is not that capable!"

...

After taking Wan Tai Chang's car back to Zhuanghe that afternoon, Zeng Zheng also returned to Huayuankou.

As soon as I got to the office and lay down, the BP machine rang.

Take a look at the phone number.

Yes, it’s Wang Junsheng again!

Does Bamboo Shoes still have time to find him?

Don't you want to develop yourself into an informant?

Zeng Zheng complained while dialing the phone.

"Hello, Uncle Wang?"

As soon as Wang Junsheng over there said a few words, Zeng Zheng was so angry that he jumped up from his chair.

"What the hell? Asian Youth Championship?"

"Uncle Wang, you are really using me as a mule!"

"I'm not as bully as you!"

"I went to the Asian Youth Championship, what about the Asian Games?"

"No, I'll only go to one of the two!"

Wang Junsheng, the old man on the other end of the phone, looked unconcerned and imitated what Xu Fang taught him and said:

"You have promised to meet the Asian Games a long time ago! The Asian Youth Championship is your duty. Why, do you still want to skip your job?"

"My job? What job? Am I not the Olympic coach?"

"Yes." Wang Junsheng spread his hands, "Is there an Olympic team now?"

this...

Zeng Zheng was stunned.

Not really!

"Xiao Zeng, you don't know, right? This year's National Youth Team will be next year's National Olympics."

grass!

Zeng Zheng couldn't help but scolded his mother.

Good guy!

This was all planned for him.

"When is the game?"

Seeing Zeng Zheng relent, Wang Junsheng's lips curled up.

"The competition will start in mid-October and we will start on the 13th. No matter what, we will have to train for a week."

"There happens to be a friendly match between the National Youth League and Liaoning Tianrun on the 6th."

"What do you think about returning to the team then?"

"When the boys from the National Youth League heard that you were going to lead the team, they were all so happy! They all regard you as their idol!"

Zeng Zheng shook his head after hearing this, "Okay, Uncle Wang, don't put a high hat on me. What kind of idol? I'm not Ronaldo!"

"You are not Ronaldo, but you are Van Gaal and Hiddink!"

"Okay, I'll try to get there after the National Day!"

"Then it's settled. I've already agreed with Coach Chen that he will step down and assist you as soon as you arrive. Do you have anything else? If not, I'll hang up."

Zeng Zheng thought for a while and asked tentatively, "Uncle Wang, can you help me check which clubs have filed for bankruptcy or withdrawn from the competition this year?"

After a while, the fax machine spit out a long list.

Zeng Zheng became more and more shocked as he watched.

In Serie B alone, dozens of clubs come in and out every year.

Many clubs declare bankruptcy just one year after their establishment.

If you can't hold on in the early stages, how can you make it bigger and stronger?

After browsing for a long time, the name of a club instantly caught Zeng Zheng's eyes.

Pikachu, it’s you who decides!

Without further ado, Sun Xianlu drove Zeng Zheng to the airport that night, and Zeng Zheng also caught the last flight heading north.

...

Northeast China has always been a fertile ground for cultivating football talents.

Whether it is Shenyang and Dalian in Liaoning, or Changchun and Yanbian in Jilin, these teams have been active in the top league most of the time.

But HLJ alone has always been a wasteland for Northeastern football.

For no other reason than it is too cold here!

In winter it can often be minus 30 or 40 degrees Celsius.

Let alone playing football, even if you go outside to pee, you can drag an icicle back from your crotch.

The weather in HLJ is so cold, but the fans are very enthusiastic about football.

For the fans here.

They don't expect to win the A championship, they just hope to have a hometown team competing in the top league.

Even so, it is all a luxury.

The reality is as cold as the winter in Harbin, but behind this cruelty, Longjiang people have developed their tenacious character.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Lange’s Mr. Liu’s tongue was so full of alcohol that he couldn’t speak clearly.

"Zeng, Coach Zeng."

"You, you are the treasure of our national team... bur~~~ treasure!"

"With you, not only can we qualify, but we can also enter the top 16."

"You, you must be able to come to our Harbin, our Harbin football, Harbin football...wuwuwu..."

After speaking, Mr. Liu picked up the Moutai on the table and drank it.

"Mr. Liu, you can't drink anymore..."

Zeng Zhenggang, who was also flushed after drinking, wanted to step forward and offer some words of advice.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Mr. Liu suddenly took out a pen from his arms.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Without waiting for Zeng Zheng’s reaction, he grabbed the contract in the center of the table and wrote his name in a swish.

"Mr. Liu, you..."

Then Mr. Liu flipped through his clothes again and took out a small cloth bag from his pocket.

He opened his pocket and poured out a box of ink pad and a small stamp.

"Bah bang bang!"

After three consecutive beeps, several areas requiring Party A's signature were stamped with red stamps.

"Coach Zeng, Harbin football depends on you."

"Lange really can't afford it, I really can't afford it..."

"Hululu..."

At the end of the conversation, the only sound left in the private room was Mr. Liu's snoring.

Harbin Lange was founded in 1996 and has been fighting in the second division for two consecutive years.

After playing the first half of this year, Lange's result was third in the North Division.

Even so, they still gave up their status of continuing to participate in the finals in the second half of the year.

Lost 1600W.

Most companies simply cannot afford this amount.

"You, Mr. Liu, are asleep."

As soon as he walked out of the private room, Zeng Zheng glanced at the driver drinking weak tea in the corner.

"Send him home, don't forget to put on some clothes."

"Eh!"

The driver quickly stood up, patted his pants and walked into the house.

Harbin has cooled down in October.

The lowest temperature has reached 0 degrees.

When Zeng Zheng came to Harbin, he wore a leather jacket and didn't even wear long johns underneath.

Breathing in the cold air blowing from Siberia, Zeng Zheng sobered up a bit from his wine.

"Huh~~ It's really cold today!"

At this moment, an aunt with a "hotel" sign around her neck came to Zeng Zheng.

"Master, do you want to stay in the hotel?"

"Twenty-four hours hot water."

"There are also slippers and a thermos. It costs 20 yuan a night."

Zeng Zheng shook his head.

I don’t have any portable space or anything.

If this contract was destroyed by a thief in the middle of the night, he would have nowhere to cry.

It cost one million!

For less than one-third of the price of Deco, Lange's management rights were transferred to Zeng Zheng's name.

In the next two days, submit the materials to various offices in Harbin. After returning from Thailand with the National Youth League, you can go to the government to rent a stadium.

Now that we have a home stadium, we can rent a few more houses to use as staff dormitories.

When the time comes, the team will be drawn up and they will compete directly in Class A and Class B next year.

Now that what he had been most worried about this year was finally solved, Zeng Zheng couldn't help but sing loudly.

"I want to walk from south to north, and I want to walk from white to black."

"I want people to see me, but not know who I am!"

...

"Master, are you so happy?"

"After drinking so much wine, let's take a tea egg to soothe your stomach!"

The hawker stood at the door of his warehouse and yelled at Zeng Zheng.

"Ha, okay, how much does one cost?"

"Forty cents a piece, three yuan a dollar."

The boss is quite good at business.

"Okay, here come the three."

Under the cold north wind, Zeng Zheng peeled off a steaming tea egg and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Master, your accent doesn't sound like a local. Is it from Liaoning?"

"Ah, from Dalian."

"I knew it was from Liaoning as soon as I heard it."

Although they are both Northeastern dialects, there are also differences between Northeastern dialects and Northeastern dialects.

As soon as I heard it, I knew it was Northeastern dialect, and it was from HLJ; if the Northeastern dialect had an accent, it must be from Liaoning; after listening for a long time, I only knew it was Northeastern dialect, but I didn’t know where it was from, and it was from Jilin.

"Dalian is not close to here! Is the master here on a business trip?" The boss was obviously a familiar person and started chatting casually.

"Well, I'm here to play football."

"Play football?" The boss was stunned, not expecting Zeng Zheng to say such an answer.

But the next second, the boss reacted and followed Zeng Zheng's words and continued: "Playing football is great! How about playing with our local team?"

"No, with the out-of-town kick!"

"Outside of town? Liaoning?"

"No, South!"

"Then Master, you have chosen the right place." The boss said proudly, "With the temperature like ours, no matter how great the talents of the southerners are, they won't be able to display them here."

"Hahahaha, boss, why don't you come with me! Let alone the southerners, even I, a northeasterner, can't bear to stay out here for a long time!"

Zeng Zheng laughed loudly after hearing this. After stuffing the last tea egg in his hand into his mouth, he pointed at the cigarettes on the shelf behind the boss and said: "Boss, give me a box of Hongtashan... Uh, forget it, let's have one."

!”

"One hundred yuan, please keep it."

Looking at Zeng Zheng's leaving figure, the boss dug hard at the bottom of "100" with his nails.

“Luckily it’s real money!”