World Cup of Great Powers

Wang Junsheng was sitting by the window, holding his cheek with his left hand and biting the nails of his right hand.

Some people say that nail biting is a sign of calcium deficiency, while others say that nail biting in adults is mostly a bad habit from childhood that has not been corrected.

Wang Junsheng believed that neither situation suited him.

But he still couldn't help but want to bite.

According to the past, smoking was his first choice.

But since he decided to make a "thunderstorm" in advance and drive Holden out, he temporarily quit smoking.

In his words, if he didn't "play" well this time, he might have to find a small place for himself.

By then, there will be no money to buy cigarettes.

Regarding Holden's matter, he and Xu Fang jumped over their superiors and worked together to set up a trap.

When Yuan Weimin found out, they not only got the job done, but also submitted a detailed plan.

As a result, Yuan Weimin had no choice but to let them continue.

Yuan Weimin is about to retreat.

His idea is also very simple - not seeking merit, but seeking no faults!

What's more, he has already gone to the World Cup, and he can definitely carry this achievement into the coffin.

"Isn't it too risky?"

Looking at the busy traffic outside the window, Wang Junsheng felt a little regretful.

"If we do Xiao Zeng's job and let him and Horton jointly lead this last game, it will be a draw at the end. If the goals are cut in half, two goals will be enough."

yes.

Returning to China with a 2-2 score can be justified anywhere.

But now that he and Xu Fang are messing with it, the team must perform well!

Fortunately, Zeng Zheng also worked hard and really won South Africa in the last game.

But what about the ultimate goal?

Has it been achieved?

Wang Junsheng fell into deep thought.

He recalled the moment when he encouraged the national players to put Zeng Zheng on the shelf.

Nowadays, it seems that in order to tap the potential of young people, it is impossible not to force them!

I don't know how long I had been thinking about it, but suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door from the outer room.

"Dong dong dong dong!"

The sound was like someone holding a drumstick, urging the soldiers to charge and attack.

"Why are you so anxious? Just knock twice and you'll be fine..."

As soon as the door opened, the face of secretary Xiao Zhao appeared in front of Wang Junsheng.

"Leader, leader! We've qualified! We've qualified!"

Wang Junsheng was stunned for a moment, unable to react.

In other words, there are still some people who can’t accept it.

"You, what did you say? Say it again?"

"Team leader, we've qualified! We've qualified!" Xiao Zhao shouted again.

"Show it to me quickly!"

Wang Junsheng snatched the document from Xiao Zhao's hand.

The hand that guarded the door when he was young is now trembling as if he has Parkinson's disease.

"The team leader, through the joint decision of FIFA, has determined that if the points, goal difference and number of goals are the same, we who win after a direct match will qualify and advance to the top 16 of the World Cup!"

"In other words, South Africa was eliminated and we were the ones who advanced!!!"

Wang Junsheng couldn't understand the English on the document at all.

After Xiao Zhao translated, Wang Junsheng took a deep breath to transport all the oxygen to his brain.

"Qualified? Did we really advance? No need to buy a plane ticket home?"

"Well, leader, there's no need to buy it!"

"Quick, quick, quick! Find me a place where I can make a phone call!"

Wang Junsheng didn't even bother to change his shoes and ran out in the hotel's slippers.

...

At the same time, the hosts on the station are also waiting for news from Bordeaux.

"What is the World Cup?" The old man Song Shixiong was here, telling the young people in Taiwan stories about the past.

"Before 1978, even we ourselves didn't understand."

“What is the World Cup really like?”

"We only know a little bit from the news."

"But it wasn't until this World Cup that I saw it."

"Wow, I just realized that the World Cup is this big."

"As soon as the finals ended, the pieces of paper flying in the sky fell like snow."

"At that moment, all of us were very excited."

"At that time, I had an idea in my mind: it turns out this is called the World Cup!"

Everyone was sighing after hearing this, when the phone suddenly rang.

"Hey, okay, that's right."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"What?"

"Qualify?"

"Is it really us?"

Before the phone was put down, the operator stood up and shouted: "The line is out, we are out of line!!!"

Amid the operator's loud shouts, the stage seemed to turn into a River Plate Stadium.

The clerks threw the documents on their desks into the air, and the sky was filled with snow like the 1978 World Cup final.

The leader also had a smile on his face at this moment: "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and write the article. We have to let fans across the country know this good news as soon as possible on the morning news!"

Those people who had been working overtime waiting for news were suddenly busy.

Seeing the joyful smiles on everyone's faces, Song Shixiong shook his head and murmured: "This is the World Cup!"

...

"Good morning, viewers, and welcome to the 30-minute news broadcast on Decoration Channel."

"Let's see the detailed report."

"Since mid-June, due to continuous heavy rains in Dongting Lake and Poyang Lake, the flow of the Yangtze River has increased rapidly. Affected by the incoming water from the upstream and tidal floods..."

"...As the Internet enters China, we will usher in an Internet boom and enter a new era..."

"...In the World Cup group match last night, the Chinese team overtook the South African team with a score of 4 to 2. Ranking second in the group, the Chinese team advanced to the top 16 of this World Cup..."

WTF?

Did we advance?

Xiao Wang, a white-collar worker who was having breakfast, couldn't swallow a mouthful of steamed buns and choked, pouring wonton soup into his mouth.

At the same time, everyone in the breakfast bar raised their heads and stared at the screen.

Even the boss came out of the back kitchen wearing a chef's hat and holding a rice spoon.

After introducing the promotion process of the Chinese team, the diners in the restaurant couldn't help but murmur.

"Oh my goodness! Didn't you lose two games in a row before and are you ready to go home? Why did you advance?"

"You can qualify just by winning one game?"

"This is the first time I've heard of it."

"This coach has changed well!"

"Yes, Coach Zeng is so amazing. The national football team came out of desperate situations twice in a row, all thanks to him!"

"Bamboo shoes are nonsense. Wouldn't it be over if I let Coach Zeng wear them?"

...

"Boom, boom, boom!"

At this moment, the boss took out an iron basin from nowhere and kept tapping the bottom of the basin with a rice spoon.

"Our national team has advanced!"

"I'll treat everyone here to breakfast today!"

“Everything served is free of charge!”

I heard the boss yelling.

Everyone raised the soy milk, tofu curd and wonton soup in their hands, and shouted loudly: "The boss is great, let's toast to the boss!"

As the morning news is broadcast, major media outlets across the country work overtime to print special morning reports.

In just one morning, the news that the Chinese team advanced to the top 16 spread all over the country, and everyone was immersed in the joy of advancing.

At the same time, Bamboo Shoes also made a temporary decision.

Give 22 players and each coach a reward of 100,000 yuan, regardless of the main substitute.

If you advance to the top eight, you will be rewarded an additional 5W.

More than a dozen well-known domestic companies, including Wanda, Shenhua, Jianlibao, and Rising Sun, also sent messages of blessing and gave away rewards in their own industries.

When the news came back to France, the international players all looked excited.

You must know that after becoming professional, they will not be paid if they come to play for the national team.

Bonuses are their only income from the national team!

Looking at the national players hugging each other and celebrating not far away, Zeng Zheng laughed and said: "Team leader, will the money be paid immediately after returning to China?"

The smile on Wang Junsheng's face faltered, "Uh... Well, you can ask Lao Xu after you return to China. It doesn't matter what I said..."