World Cup of Great Powers

"Coach Zeng, can I interview you?"

Hearing the word "interview", Zeng Zheng's eyebrows rose.

"Are you a reporter?"

"Well, this is my press card. I'm still an intern!" Qin Xue took her press card out of her shirt without hesitation and waved it in front of Zeng Zheng.

Looking at the photo with regular features on the ID, Zeng Zheng smiled and shook his head.

"Miss Qin, it would be better for you to be less frank in the future."

"Why?"

"There's no reason. If you stay in this industry for a long time, you'll understand."

Zeng Zheng turned his head and continued to process computer videos.

Seeing that Zeng Zheng was not going to say anything, Qin Xue had no choice but to give up and sit silently watching Zeng Zheng tinkering with new things that most people in this era had never seen before.

When the plane was about to land, Zeng Zheng put away the small table.

I used the flight time to output three 10-minute videos of the upper, middle and lower episodes. If Party A’s father over there is satisfied, he can get 9,000 yuan.

Who would dare to imagine these days, not only not losing money on a flight, but also making a small profit of ten thousand.

However, taking time out to carry out high-intensity work in this way still puts a lot of mental pressure on Zeng Zheng.

While he was rubbing his temples to rest, a hand suddenly pinched the corner of his clothes.

Looking at Qin Xue, who was shrinking her neck and extremely nervous, Zeng Zhen asked curiously: "You are not afraid when the plane takes off, but are you afraid of a ghost when it lands?"

"My dad often tells me that if you travel a hundred miles, you can only travel half a mile. As long as the plane has not completely stopped, you can't completely rest assured."

Zeng Zheng curled his lips.

This guy isn't telling the truth.

It's like going to an amusement park to play with a jumping machine.

Some people were desperate for life and death when they went up, and some cried for their fathers and mothers when they came down.

However, Zeng Zheng is not worried about traffic safety at all.

Although many props in this system are auxiliary functions, they cover a wide range of areas and are very practical.

As long as there are props related to football, almost all of them can be spawned.

For example, when Jianlibao went to Brazil for the first time, the team only had a shabby "CMB" car.

When going to the training ground for training in the morning, the players were picked up and dropped off in two batches.

But it was such a dilapidated minibus, but it had been driven for more than half a year without any problems, and it had not even broken down once.

Although the props exchanged by the system cannot "evolve" the minibus into a bus in terms of appearance and senses, it can ensure that there will be no problems during the driving process.

Even if the driver loses the bus midway, the bus will make an unusual noise or bump to help the driver regain his attention.

In other words, as long as Zeng Zheng leads the team, tragedies such as the Superga air crash in 1949 or the Munich air crash in 1958 will never happen!

The plane began to slide.

With a bang, the landing gear came into contact with the ground.

Enter coasting mode.

It wasn't until the crew informed the passengers to stand up and pick up their luggage that Zeng Zheng reminded him: "Miss Qin, should you let go?"

Qin Xue opened her eyes, looked at the customers standing up around her, and stuck out her tongue playfully.

"Coach Zeng, thank you. Seeing how excited you were when directing from the sidelines, I thought you were a very difficult person to talk to!"

"Nothing, thank you too."

Zeng Zheng was very grateful to the other party for not making any fuss or shouting after recognizing his identity, allowing him to complete his part-time job with peace of mind.

As soon as Zeng Zheng walked out of the airport lobby, there was a sound of brisk footsteps behind him.

"Coach Zeng, wait a moment."

As soon as Zeng Zheng turned around, Qin Xue stuffed a business card into his hand.

"Coach Zeng, this is my phone number. If you are free or ready to be interviewed, you can contact me at any time."

After saying that, Qin Xue crossed her arms and quickly ran into the taxi.

Looking at the other party's back, Zeng Zheng sneered, "Let me tell you, if a southerner comes to the Northeast wearing so little at this time, he will definitely freeze to death!"

...

After hiring a taxi, Zeng Zheng rushed from Dalian to Zhuanghe overnight.

At 10 o'clock the next morning, two large trucks were driving along the potholed dirt road.

Zeng Zheng got out of the passenger seat and saw the sign painted with wood and paint from a distance, as well as Sun Xianlu and others standing under the sign.

"Master, that's it! Enter through that arch."

"How high is that sign?" the driver asked with a frown.

Zeng Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then he realized something was wrong.

After a while, the car stopped at the door, and Zeng Zheng, Sun Xianlu and others started working together to completely dismantle the arch that had been in disrepair.

"NND, when I make money, I will build a gate dozens of meters long!"

After putting down the last piece of iron sheet, Zeng Zheng directed the large truck and slowly drove into the Huayuankou youth training base.

"Be smart with your hands and feet, don't break it!"

Sun Xianlu's eyes lit up as he looked at the carts of artificial turf.

"Hey, Mr. Zeng, you are still willing to spend money!"

"There's no way, who made us want to do this business? How can we get anything in return if we don't pay for it?"

Zeng Zheng rolled up his sleeves and followed the workers to lay out the pieces of turf completely.

It has to be said that the products produced by the system must be of high quality.

After covering this 7,000-square-meter, uneven hard sandstone field with turf, no one can see its original appearance.

This green football field is in sharp contrast to the dead branches and leaves on the sidelines.

Even in the cold Northeast winter, these turfs will not freeze due to the sudden drop in temperature.

Of course, its drainage effect is also perfect, even if it rains heavily, the game will not be delayed.

Looking at the green stadium, even the master workers were sighing: "It would be great if my children could go to school here!"

"Brother Sun, please hire more security guards and don't let people dig up the grass." Zeng Zheng clapped his hands and warned.

These turfs are exchanged by the system. If they are stolen, they will be turned into a pile of dirt in a short time and cannot be sold for a price at all.

But the question is, what if someone falls in love with this thing?

I'm sure some old ladies in the countryside, seeing how good the site is, would dig up the turf with shovels overnight and take it home to "fertilize" the vegetable fields.

"Mr. Zeng, are there other venues available?"

"Put one piece down first." Zeng Zheng shook his head, "Put the rest back into the warehouse and lay it out when there are enough people."

"good."

The white lines that automatically connected each other on the field seemed to be one, and Sun Xianlu was reluctant to step on them.

"Brother Sun, why don't you go for a walk?"

"Let's forget it and let the children step on it first."

"Oh, I can't tell, Brother Sun is quite pretentious."

As he spoke, Zeng Zheng took out his camera and took several pictures of the football field.

"Brother Sun, have you contacted all your friends? Our winter camp will be opening soon."

"The venue has been settled, and my friends have nothing to say." Sun Xianlu nodded quickly, "Don't worry, Mr. Zeng, we can't lack a coach for anything!"

Zeng Zheng nodded.

There was no one in the early stage, so we really had to rely on these local veteran players to lead the training.

But if you really want to improve your capabilities and form an industry, you must at least bring some foreigners over.

I just don’t know if those old guys in Brazil can adapt to the weather in the Northeast.

Only a few rooms were temporarily renovated at the former site of Huayuankou Primary School, and the principal's office was naturally occupied by Zeng Zheng.

After posting the photos and videos on the official website, Zeng Zheng typed in a few big words: Huayuankou Football Winter Camp is officially opened!

Then Zeng Zheng waited with great anticipation.

One minute passed, ten minutes passed.

There were only a few views in the background, and the guestbook contained only congratulatory messages from a few acquaintances.

Looking at the empty backstage, Zeng Zheng slapped his forehead fiercely.

Damn, why are you so stupid?

This is only 1997!

If you want to advertise, you have to go to a TV station!

Pulling out the phone book and looking at the familiar number of Zhuanghe City TV Station, Zeng Zheng curled his lips.

It’s been a while since I went to collect rent!