As soon as Li Ziqiang walked into the gate of Dongchuan Middle School, he saw the principal Zhai Guangming standing at the gate, looking like he was waiting for someone.
After seeing him walking in, he waved to him.
"That's it, Xiao Li. I just received a call from the publicity department, saying that CCTV is coming to our school for an interview... Then you and I will be on camera to talk about things related to Hu Lai."
As the two walked side by side to the stadium, Principal Zhai explained to Li Ziqiang the reason for looking for him.
"They moved pretty fast." Li Ziqiang was not surprised by this.
In fact, after seeing Hu Lai complete a hat trick last night, helping Chinese football end "Korean phobia" and becoming an anti-Korean hero, he knew that such a day would come sooner or later.
"Also, Goal wants to make a documentary about our school..."
Li Ziqiang was surprised: "Hu Lai is no longer in the team. What documentary are they filming now?"
"If they don't film Hu Lai, they will film a documentary about the Dongchuan Middle School football team competing in the national competition."
"How about taking a photo of the Dongchuan Middle School football team in the 'post-Hu Lai era'?" Li Ziqiang asked.
Zhai Guangming smiled: "Maybe it means something like this, but it's not important. What's important is to promote our Dongchuan Middle School. I need to ask for your opinion when shooting this documentary, because the film crew will follow the team to participate in the national competition...
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Li Ziqiang looked at the old principal: "Principal Zhai, can I refuse?"
Zhai Guangming was stunned for a moment and then said: "Of course. Are you worried that the presence of the camera crew will affect the team's training and preparations?"
Li Ziqiang shook his head: "No...it's okay, Principal Zhai, I promised them to make a documentary."
"Eh?" Zhai Guangming was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Li Ziqiang changed his mind before he said anything.
At first, he thought that Li Ziqiang would not agree so easily. He had prepared a set of words and was ready to use emotion and reason.
As a result, it is completely useless now.
So he was very curious: "I thought you were going to refuse, why did you suddenly agree?"
"Principal Zhai, do you really hope that the media will help make a documentary about our school's football team?" Li Ziqiang did not answer the question, but asked instead.
"Of course." Zhai Guangming nodded. "Do you know what I thought when Goal.com shot a documentary for Shuguang High School? After watching it, I felt it was such a waste! We should have shot our documentary at that time, and it happened to be
How great it would be to record the entire process of our school’s championship!”
"But we may not win the championship this time, Principal Zhai. Since winning the championship, the team's strength has been getting worse year by year. Last year, we entered the national competition as the defending champion. This year, we competed with Jiaxiang in the Anton Cup.
It's hard to tell the difference in high school. With the team's performance, I'm really not optimistic about the team's performance in the national competition..." Li Ziqiang told the truth.
The reason why it is difficult to win the championship is of course because we lack a stable and efficient scoring point.
As a midfield organizer, Xia Xiaoyu had no use at all. So he had to transform Xia Xiaoyu, a senior in high school, into a scoring offensive midfielder.
"It doesn't matter, the important thing is participation, not results. There is only one champion, so other schools that cannot win the championship will not participate?" Zhai Guangming waved his hand, "After all, there is no Hu Lai, so there is nothing we can do..."
When Li Ziqiang heard the old principal mention this name, he thought to himself, why he didn't want to make a documentary in the first place? It was because he knew that the subject of the documentary must be related to Hu Lai. This was simply to help that kid become famous...
Then why did you agree to it later?
Because when I think of yesterday’s hat trick, this kid has already become famous all over the world. If the campus football branch of the "Goal" website makes a documentary, how can he become famous? Maybe it is the "Goal" website.
Come and enjoy Hu Lai’s popularity.
"Don't worry, Principal Zhai, I will cooperate with the camera crew. As long as they don't hinder my normal training and preparations, I won't care what they want to film."
Zhai Guangming was very happy: "Okay, okay, I will definitely negotiate with them on behalf of the school. Everyone has negotiated everything in advance, signed an agreement in black and white, and acted in accordance with the rules. Only when there are rules can we achieve success!"
That's how it's settled.
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Xie Lan carried a large plastic bag filled with peanuts, melon seeds and candies, calculated the time, and walked into the office at the right time. Everyone was in the office, and she was the last one to arrive.
As soon as she entered, she shouted at the top of her lungs: "Come, come, come! There is a happy event in our family today, and I am here to share the joy with everyone!"
Then starting from the table at the door, we spread wedding candies, peanuts and melon seeds from table to table.
Almost everyone knew what happy event Xie Lan was talking about. Those who were close to Xie Lan would compliment her and ask, knowingly: "Hey, Sister Xie, what happy event is happening at home?"
Xie Lan replied very happily: "Hi, of course it's my son! Did you watch the match between the Chinese team and the Korean team yesterday? My son scored three goals! A hat trick! It was said on TV that he was broken
Chinese football has suffered from 'Korean phobia' for forty-one years, forty-one years! Do you think this is a happy event?"
"It's a happy event, a happy event, of course it's a big happy event!" Peng Ni said yes repeatedly while reaching out to catch the peanuts, melon seeds and candies handed over by Xie Lan.
Just like that, Xie Lan was assigned to the desk where Sister Wang was, grabbed a large handful of peanuts and melon seeds from his pocket and handed them to Sister Wang: "Sister Wang, would you like to eat something?"
Sister Wang shook her head with an ugly face: "No, it can't be helped... I've been suffering from internal heat and oral ulcers for the past few days, so I can't eat roasted seeds and nuts."
Xie Lan didn't force it. Seeing that she was obviously unhappy, he happily put the peanuts and melon seeds back: "Okay, but it's a pity that Sister Wang won't be happy..."
Then, regardless of the way Sister Wang looked at her, she turned around to share her happiness with the next person.
At this moment, the director came to the door of the office and waved to Xie Lan: "Xiao Xie, come here."
"The director is here? Come on, come on, eat sweets! Eat melon seeds! Eat peanuts!" Xie Lan put the plastic bag on the table, grabbed a big handful with both hands, and then held it up to the director with a smile.
The director waved his hand quickly: "No, no... I came here to tell you something. Just now, the unit received a call from the publicity department, saying that several national media wanted to interview your family..."
When everyone in the office saw the director looking for Xie Lan, they all pricked up their ears and listened attentively.
Now that the director said this, everyone had a shocked expression on their face. Among them, Sister Wang's expression was the most exaggerated. Her eyes were wide open and her mouth was wide enough to put a tungsten light bulb in and take it out again...
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In everyone's envious eyes, Xie Lan hesitated when he heard the news: "This... I have to discuss it with my old Hu..."
"That's no problem. You call your husband at noon and just reply to me. I can also reply to the comrades at the propaganda outlet. They are waiting for the letter."
"Okay, director, please eat some sweets!" Xie Lan extended his hands forward again.
The director with high blood sugar glanced at the candies and roasted nuts she held in her hands, and finally twisted a few melon seeds into her hands, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, Xiao Xie, you have worked hard for so many years and raised a promising son.
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Xie Lan smiled happily and flattered the leader smoothly: "You are not the director, but you are a good leader?"
The director coughed: "What does it have to do with teaching your children? Let's go, let's go!"
He waved his hands, turned and left.
Xie Lan turned around and entered the office, continuing to carry the plastic bag: "Here, eat candy! Eat melon seeds! Eat peanuts!"
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Wearing a slightly oversized security uniform, Hu Lixin stood on the guard platform at the entrance of the community, saluted every owner who went out to work, and shouted: "Good morning!"
When there was no one around, Lao Fan, who was sitting next to him, sighed: "Old Hu, are you here for a private visit from Kangxi incognito?"
"Why do you say that?" Hu Lixin was puzzled.
"Your son is already a big star, why are you still here as a security guard... Why are you so hard to think about?"
"What's this..." Before Hu Lixin could finish his words, he saw another owner walking out of the community, and he quickly stood at attention and saluted: "Good morning!"
After watching the owner go away, he put down his saluting hand, turned back to Lao Fan and said, "What's so hard to think about?"
"Oh, Lao Hu... Your son is making a lot of money. Even if you stop working and rely on your son to support you, you will have no worries in this life. You can also work as a security guard... Isn't it fun to stand here and salute and say hello to others every day?
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"This is not an interesting question...I make money through my own labor, isn't it a shame?"
"This is not a shameful thing. If I had such a promising son, I would have quit my job long ago. I would go home and let my son take care of me. At most, I would get some money to start a small business... Tsk tsk, I
Just retire!" Old Fan sat on the chair with his legs crossed, shaking his head and looking forward to the beautiful life he dreamed of.
"I'm only 48 years old, and it's still early to retire. Besides, my children's money is my children's money, what does it have to do with me? I work to earn money to support myself, spend my own money, buy whatever I want, and be free.
, and there is no need to apply for the child." Hu Lixin shook his head.
"Why are you so awkward? It's only natural for me to spend my son's money!"
"No, my son is my son and I am my father. I am not too old yet to need him to support me."
What Lao Fan didn't understand particularly was Hu Lixin's insistence on this matter.
Who else would be happy to have such a promising son in their family, become famous, and make a lot of money? But why is it that when looking at Lao Hu, he is still not satisfied?
At this moment, Hu Lixin's cell phone rang in his trouser pocket, and he jumped down from the platform: "Lao Fan, please stand for a moment. I'll answer the phone."
With that said, he took out his phone and walked away.
"Okay, you go." Lao Fan stood on the platform of the guard box, and then raised his hands and saluted every owner who passed by him.
"Good morning."
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"Interview?" Hu Lixin was a little surprised. He didn't expect that a reporter would find them so soon.
"Yeah, it's a national media, I guess it's like CCTV..." Xie Lan said on the phone.
"You can just accept the interview in your unit. I don't want to go on TV," Hu Lixin said. "And don't mention my past affairs in front of reporters."
"That would be weird, people would think Hu Lai is a child from a single-parent family!" Xie Lan complained.
"You can tell me what I do now, but don't tell me what I did before."
"That's it... okay, I understand." Xie Lan understood what her husband meant. He still hadn't completely let go of his past failures... He didn't want to expose such a past incident to the national audience.
She understands this and does not force her husband.
How can a man, who always has a bit of self-respect, be so shameless? He hasn't completely let go in front of his son yet. How do you expect him to reveal his true feelings in front of the media reporters?
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After hanging up the phone, Hu Lixin walked back to his job, replaced Lao Fan, stood at attention on the booth, and saluted the owners.
Lao Fan looked on and shook his head.
If my son is so promising, I will definitely resign, and who will be a security guard? Then I will buy a house in this community, and just walk in and out of the gate all day long, enjoying what this old boy like Lao Hu gives me
Salute treatment!
Alas, why is Lao Hu so stubborn?
Let alone such a good day, I have to come and salute...
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Xie Zelin walked into his company and heard a news video being played on someone's mobile phone: "...In the first round of the East Asian Cup that ended last night, the Chinese team unexpectedly defeated South Korea with a score of 3:0.
The Chinese team broke the embarrassing record of not defeating South Korea for 41 years. The player who scored all three goals for the Chinese team was the 19-year-old Hu Lai..."
"It's time to work, what are you doing?" he scolded with a frown.
The employee hurriedly turned off his mobile phone: "Ah, Mr. Xie, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Xie Zelin glanced at the employee and walked straight into his general manager's office.
In the office, as soon as he took out his mobile phone, it ding-dong-ding-dong rang five times in a row.
After he unlocked it, he found that it was the chat history in the WeChat group.
Coming from the family group "Xie Family Courtyard", Peng Hao sent five news links in a row, all of which reported on last night's game without exception.
"...Shocking! It was a 19-year-old boy who broke the 'Korean phobia'!"
"Hu Lai's debut for the national team deserves to be recorded in history!"
"The young genius slapped the arrogant Koreans in the face and conquered the World Cup overnight!"
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Horror titles such as this are particularly eye-catching at first glance, making people want to click on them immediately to see what's going on.
Especially the third one, isn’t it the East Asian Cup? Why did it become a World Cup venue?
After clicking in, it turned out that it was about conquering the Seoul World Cup Stadium, which once hosted World Cup games...
Looking at these news headlines, Xie Zelin's hands were shaking, it's this damn nephew again!
I can't bear the disturbance and wish I could quit the group.
But considering that he is the leader of this group, if he leaves the group, it will be disbanded. How will he explain to everyone why he wants to disband the group?
Because I don’t want to see news about Hu Lai being in the limelight?
Xie Zelin sighed and blocked the family group he had established...
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Just when Xie Zelin felt embarrassed and awkward because of Hu Lai, thousands of miles away in Lingnan City, there was a man facing the same mid-life crisis as him.
Sun He stared at his phone. He had just seen Hu Lai when he checked Douyin. This big data... gave him a feeling that Hu Lai was still haunting him.
Just a few months ago, he expected Hu Lai not to appear in his life again.
I didn't expect to meet again so soon.
A hat trick in the national team's debut, and the opponent was the South Korean team... As a football practitioner, he couldn't understand what this meant.
This kid is going to soar into the sky!
Damn it, why didn’t Sun Haomin’s kick last night destroy this kid?
