"Bang bang bang..."

A burst of urgent and urgent knocks on the door pulled Qiao Wanxian, who was still asleep, back from Duke Zhou, making him get up from the bed with anger, and cursed in his heart.

"Is it the landlord?"

After a thought flashed, Qiao Wanxian lost all his pajamas and immediately became energetic. He had been owing rent for more than half a month. Even if he was a slut, he would probably not be able to escape the misfortune no matter how he quibbled.

Qiao Wanxian sighed, slowly got up, washed his face briefly, and instantly formulated seven or eight excuses to continue to default. Although it may not work, let's try it for now.

He squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying, and carefully opened the door...

There were seven or eight middle-aged men in suits and ties standing outside the door. They looked very stylish and probably had a great background.

But I don’t know you at all. Did you find the wrong person? It’s so fucking. Drinking cold water is stuffy when people are not going well. Don’t you pay the rent without money, and there are strangers who come to disturb me to sleep!

Qiao Wanxian withdrew his smile and was about to close the door and sleep. The bald man with extraordinary temperament pushed the door panel nearest to the door and asked politely: "May I ask, are you Mr. Wanxian?"

"Huh?" Qiao Wanxian was stunned and looked at these people again. Yes, I really don't know them! Um... Could it be someone I knew before? Don't come to get gambling debts, then I'm crazy!

"You...Who are you?" Qiao Wanxian's voice was a little weak. If he really wanted to get gambling debts, I would have lost half of my life.

The man said with a respectful expression: "I am Kenyon."

"Kenian?" Qiao Wanxian struggled to explore the memory, feeling that he really had no impression of this person, and showed a confused look on his face.

Kenyon smiled and said, "I am the CEO of Chelsea Club. Today I came here to discuss a contract with you."

"Contract? What contract?" Qiao Wanxian was puzzled.

Kenyon calmly said: "After unanimous discussions at our Chelsea senior meeting, we decided to hire you as Chelsea's coach for the new season."

"Ah?" Qiao Wanxian opened his mouth wide, and his heart almost jumped out of shock.

"I...I..." Qiao Wanxian was so excited that he couldn't speak. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind. Could it be... it was because of that bet?

Qiao Wanxian seemed to understand something, opened his eyes wide and asked, "Did your technical director propose to Mr. Abu?"

Before Kenyon could answer, a middle-aged man behind him showed a puzzled look and shook his head and said, "Mr. Wan Xian, this is the first time I have seen you, but I have never proposed you to the club."

"Huh?" Qiao Wanxian frowned. No, the man clearly said that he was the technical director... He pinched his chin and fell into deep thought. Using the memories of his previous life, he suddenly realized that the middle-aged man who talked to him that day seemed to be somewhat similar to Abramovich, the owner of the Chelsea club!

Could it be him?

Thinking of his various words and deeds that day, he was deliberately avoiding the camera lens and speaking resolutely. Whenever he heard him sarcasticating Abu, he would be extremely angry. It turned out... he was really Abu!

Oh my God, I actually made a bet with Abu!

Seeing that Qiao Wanxian was silent for a long time, Kenyon asked softly: "Mr. Wanxian, I wonder if you are interested in this job...?"

Qiao Wanxian swallowed in shock and said guiltily: "Mr. Kenyon, my coaching certificate is C-level, I'm afraid I'm not qualified to teach Chelsea Club."

Kenyon waved his hand and smiled: "You don't have to worry about this. There are more than two months left before the new season, and the club has enough time to help you get this done."

"Then can you give me some time to prepare? Well... I'm a little excited now, and my emotions may not be stable." Qiao Wanxian said apologetically.

Kenyon smiled and said, "It's okay, we will wait for you to sign the contract at the nearby Hyde Hotel."

"good……"

After Qiao Wanxian closed the door, he piled up on the floor, his eyes so excited that he was lost...

...

...

"Mr. Abu is crazy? Why do we hire this yellow pig as the head coach?" After leaving Qiao Wanxian's unit building, a brown-haired man couldn't help asking.

Kenyon frowned and said, "Gred, please don't slander Boss Abu, and don't insult Mr. Wan Xian. You are racially discriminatory. Do you understand if you want to go to jail?"

Kenyon glanced at Grade with dissatisfaction, and secretly remembered it in his heart. After returning, he must tell Boss Abu that the most important thing for a team is trust and harmony. Such an impetuous person will definitely cause problems within the team.

Gred obviously did not realize his problem and continued to defend himself with red neck: "Didn't Mr. Abu say that he hoped Mr. Mourinho could take over Chelsea? How much effort did we make to contact Mourinho during this period? Did we give up Mr. Mourinho just to find such a young, unknown yellow skin...yellow man? God, before today, does anyone know the existence of this guy?"

"Enough Grade, pay attention to your identity!"

Kenyon scolded coldly, obviously very angry. Although he could not understand why Mr. Abu suddenly gave up Mourinho, the coach of the European Championship last season, and chose the unknown, it is no longer the time to discuss this issue.

As the CEO of the club, it is necessary for him to maintain the club and protect the face of the boss.

The young and energetic Grade doesn't care about that: "My grandfather is the manager of Chelsea. My family has been the most loyal fan of the club for generations. I have the right to know the inside story! Abu bought the Chelsea club and ruined the brand of this century-old club?"

After saying that, Gred shook his sleeves and boarded his car and flew away. Obviously he didn't want to have any contact with that yellow man anymore. If you want to negotiate a contract, you can talk! I, Gred, will not participate in such a ridiculous thing!

Kenyon and his team all looked ugly.

No matter from any perspective, they are now executing the most absurd and bizarre decisions in club history, either becoming a shame or a legend, and their resumes will be filled with heavy makeup!
Chapter completed!