When General Manager Zhang asked this question, Sun He subconsciously thought that General Manager Zhang was looking for him to accuse him.
But he quickly realized, how could Mr. Zhang, who is busy with everything, know about an unknown member of the youth team?
Maybe this is just a simple inquiry...
Sun He decided to take a gamble.
So he nodded quickly: "I know, Mr. Zhang."
"Oh, how did he do in the youth team?"
Sun He showed a troubled expression: "Well, Mr. Zhang... not long after I took over the youth training camp, he was determined to leave the team, so I didn't pay too much attention to him, and he didn't even play in the youth team at that time.
Not going to..."
From a certain point of view, everything Sun He said is the truth and does not count as a lie. If Mr. Zhang really came to ask questions, he is not guilty of ignorance.
He just cleverly concealed some actual situations that were not conducive to him.
This kind of selective truth will never fail to fool leaders.
And if Mr. Zhang really didn't know Hu Lai's situation, then he would be confused about what he said.
Sure enough, Zhang Qiang was surprised: "Leaving the team? If I remember correctly, you came to the club at the end of March, right?"
Sun He nodded repeatedly, and then explained to Mr. Zhang: "Yes, I just took over the youth training, and before I had time to understand all the situation, he was determined to leave the team in the summer, and the contract and Flash Star were signed."
"What's going on?" Zhang Qiang asked.
"It's Zhao Kangming. As you know, Mr. Zhang, Zhang Kangming brought Hu Lai from a middle school team. After he left the club, he also brought Hu Lai to Flash Star..."
"As a result, this young man who we let go so easily has now scored 11 goals in less than half a season in the Chinese League One?" Zhang Qiang stared at Sun He.
Although Sun He argued that Hu Lai ran away with Zhao Kangming not long after he came here, he knew very well that some truths could not be explained in front of the leader.
If you insist on defending yourself, you may leave a bad impression in the leader's mind.
Sun He, who is best at hugging thighs in his coaching career, certainly knows what the most correct approach is at this time.
So he quickly admitted his mistake: "It's my fault, Mr. Zhang. When I first took over the team, I didn't know enough about my players. Otherwise, I would have let the youth team focus on training him..."
Zhang Qiang waved his hand: "Forget it, everyone is gone..."
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When Sun He finally came out of the general manager's office, he let out a sigh of relief.
Finally escaped.
When Mr. Zhang suddenly mentioned Hu Lai's name, his heart was in his throat.
Because of the game last night, General Manager Zhang noticed Hu Lai.
This is not good news for Sun He.
Now he can only hope that Hu Lai's performance this season is an accident, a shooting star. After this season is over, he will no longer be able to make any waste. This way, he will not continue to attract Mr. Zhang's attention.
The more Sun He thought about it, the more he felt that this was really the case.
Why did Hu Lai, a forward who could do nothing but run and shoot, perform so well in his first season? Isn't it because the opponents were not familiar enough with him and didn't understand him, so he took advantage?
Just wait and see next season. If this kid can still perform like he is now, I will run naked in the street!
It's normal for Sun He to think so. After all, the so-called "rookie wall" is not just a term specifically used in basketball. It is not uncommon for many football players to perform well in the first season but then suddenly wither in the second season.
The reason is that his outstanding performance in the first season attracted the attention of his opponents. After being thoroughly studied, it is certainly difficult to perform targeted defense and then perform like this again.
Not to mention that Hu Lai has very single characteristics and is easier to study thoroughly.
For Sun He, as long as Hu Lai performs poorly next season and disappears into the crowd and becomes an ordinary mediocre player, his crisis will be over.
Anyway, as long as Mr. Zhang is not reminded of this person again.
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Yong Jun saw Zhang Qinghuan, who had already packed his bag and changed his shoes, standing at the door. He put his eyes to the peephole and looked outside. He put his hand on the door handle, but did not open the door.
He asked curiously: "What are you doing?"
Unexpectedly, Zhang Qinghuan turned around, put her finger to her mouth, and made a "shh" gesture to her agent.
When Yong Jun saw this, although he was still very confused, he did not say anything.
Then he heard the sound of opening and closing the door outside. At the same time, he saw Zhang Qinghuan suddenly opened the door and stepped out: "Ah, what a coincidence!"
Yong Jun rolled his eyes behind him and dared to believe that this boy was trying to create a chance encounter...
Hu Lai and Wang Guangwei outside the door were stunned when they saw the opposite door suddenly opened and Zhang Qinghuan came out.
"What's going on?!" Hu Lai yelled.
"Aha!" Zhang Qinghuan opened his hands and said excitedly, "I kept my promise and moved to the door opposite you to be your neighbor! Are you surprised?"
Hu Lai felt as if he had seen a ghost: "Isn't it right? You can rent all this...Did you use some unscrupulous means to drive away the tenants opposite? Let me tell you, now we are cracking down on gangsters and evil.
…”
Zhang Qinghuan smiled and shook his head: "No, no, absolutely not! This is really a coincidence. I asked Uncle Yong to help me find the house closest to you, and I didn't expect to find the house next door to you!"
He turned sideways and pointed to Yong Jun inside the room.
Yong Jun, who was still wearing an apron, raised his hand to say hello to Hu Lai and Wang Guangwei: "Good morning, boys."
Zhang Qinghuan was very happy: "From now on, we will go to training together and go home together. To celebrate my move, come to my house for dinner tonight! Let me tell you, Uncle Yong's craftsmanship is really good!"
Yong Jun also sent an invitation inside: "I'm going to buy some food this afternoon. What do you want to eat?"
Wang Guangwei waved his hand politely: "Anything is fine, Uncle Yong..."
Hu Lai asked, "Can I really eat whatever I want?"
Zhang Qinghuan didn't wait for Yong Jun to speak and answered for him: "Of course. Uncle Yong has a senior chef certificate!"
Wang Guangwei was surprised: "Uncle Yong, aren't you a professional agent?"
"I ran a restaurant for ten years before I became an agent. Qing Huan and his family first met in my restaurant." Yong Jun wiped his hands with his apron, walked out and stood there.
He smiled at the two young men at the door and explained.
After saying that, he looked at Hu Lai: "Let's order, Xiao Hu."
He also sincerely wanted to treat Hu Lai to dinner as a way of thanking him for helping Zhang Qinghuan return to his prodigal son.
Hu Lai did not order immediately, but seemed to be deep in thought, probably thinking about what to eat.
After pondering for about two seconds, Hu Lai took a deep breath and then said: "Uncle Yong, I want to eat steamed lamb, steamed bear paws, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chicken, roasted goose, braised pig,
Wang Guangwei was stunned for a few seconds. When he came to his senses, Hu Lai had already ordered more than 20 dishes. He quickly reached out to cover Hu Lai's mouth: "You are talking about cross talk!"
Yong Jun was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Okay, I know, I'll watch and do it, you can eat whatever you want!"
Hu Lai was unwilling to give in: "Uncle Yong, I still have about a hundred dishes here..."
"Bang!"
Yong Jun closed the door and went back into the house.
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The three people walked out of the community and came to the platform of the No. 12 bus station.
Although Zhang Qinghuan has already done some disguises, there will always be women passing by who will cast their eyes on him.
This made Hu Lai and Wang Guangwei standing next to him a little embarrassed, especially what happened to Hu Lai? We are not men? What do you mean by just staring at Zhang Qinghuan? Do you know that this is a scumbag? A scumbag! A scumbag!
!Do you see it?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He took out his mobile phone and opened Taobao, searched for a product on it, and then handed it to Zhang Qinghuan: "Look, I haven't prepared any gifts for you to move, so why don't I give you a few of these T-shirts?"
"
Zhang Qinghuan glanced at the phone screen and saw two large calligraphy fonts printed on the front of a black T-shirt, which read: "Scumbag".
Wang Guangwei also saw it, and his expression changed. Hu Lai, you are just picking on other people's wounds...
But Zhang Qinghuan smiled: "Hu Lai, let me tell you, being too popular with a woman is also a worry..."
"It's forbidden to show off here." Hu Lai took back his cell phone and crossed his hands in a "no" gesture.
Zhang Qinghuan smiled and didn't explain much. He believed that Hu Lai would understand this sooner or later.
Hu Lai looked at the electronic display on the platform. The next No. 12 bus was still three minutes away from the station.
He thought of a very scary thing. As he and Wang Guangwei became famous, the originally empty No. 12 bus gained a lot of passengers. Most of them came specifically to catch the two of them in order to meet the request for photos and autographs.
of.
This is nothing. After the freshness period of the first few days passed, everyone's enthusiasm quickly decreased. Although there were still more people than before becoming famous, it was much better.
And now Zhang Qinghuan wants to take the bus with them...then the bus must not be overcrowded?
Maybe they won’t even be able to get on the bus...
So he suddenly turned to Wang Guangwei and said: "Old Wang, after this season is over, you should quickly learn to get a driver's license!"
"Why me?" Wang Guangwei asked, "Don't you have a driver's license too?"
"I'm going back to Dongchuan during the holidays. Should I study in Jincheng or Dongchuan? How can I study well in Dongchuan by traveling back and forth? Wouldn't it be more convenient for you, a Jincheng native, to study in Jincheng? Directly in
How good would it be to find a driving school in Jincheng and take the test?"
Wang Guangwei wanted to refute Hu Lai, but he found that what Hu Lai said was reasonable and well-founded. This reason made it impossible for him to find fault.
Hu Lai persuaded Wang Guangwei and then turned to Zhang Qinghuan: "When Lao Wang gets his driver's license, you can buy a car so that the three of us can go to training in the car..."
Zhang Qinghuan was confused: "Why should I buy the car?"
"Because if you hadn't insisted on moving here to train with us, Lao Wang and I could still take the bus to and from get off work. Why would we need to buy a car?" Hu Lai said confidently. "Don't you believe it? Let's see tomorrow. Can the three of us still fit on the bus?"
When Hu Lai said this, Zhang Qinghuan also noticed that a little far away, someone was already taking pictures with a mobile phone facing them...
Obviously, Hu Lai's worries are justified.
Wang Guangwei also frowned, realizing the urgency of taking the driver's license test.
"I knew I wouldn't sell Ferrari..." Zhang Qinghuan murmured.
"If you don't sell it, you can't seat the three of us, right?" Hu Lai curled his lips and shrugged. He thought of Han Xiangfei and the others' obsession with this car, and couldn't help complaining: "This thing has a small space and a low chassis. Slow down."
We are all careful. No matter how fast we go, the maximum speed limit on the highway is only 120. I don’t know why Brother Han likes it so much..."
Zhang Qinghuan laughed when he heard Hu Lai's childish complaint: "It's normal. For most professional players, this is a symbol, a symbol of success. Many of them have been learning to play football since they were four or five years old.
, left home when they were about ten years old, and went to a completely unfamiliar place alone to receive rigorous training. Facing the cruel elimination mechanism, the coach would tell them that only two of the twenty-two children would be able to stand out in the future... like
People like Han Xiangfei will think, I have worked so hard and finally succeeded, why can't I enjoy the life of driving a Ferrari? Driving a supercar, buying luxury goods, including picking up girls, are actually all to make up for the hardships I have suffered...
…”
At this point, Zhang Qinghuan paused, and then whispered: "Actually, I am too. My dad forced me to practice football when I was a child, and would beat me if I didn't practice. Later, I became more sensible and knew that playing football would become my career.
I took the initiative to be more serious, but I also gave up a lot of things. Training is really boring, and you have to be careful about injuries. If you are accidentally injured, all the hard work of the past ten years may be in vain. So
Under great pressure, once you succeed, you will of course live a life of fine clothing and fine food..."
Hu Lai and Wang Guangwei are both student players. Wang Guangwei also received professional football training when he was a child, but he was still a student most of the time. His life was normal, unlike the kind who was sent to intensive training from a young age and left.
Professional players from their parents' hometown are still different. The latter have to face cruel competitive sports alone when they need their parents' company the most, and they may have some flaws in their character.
Wang Guangwei was also very impressed: "When I was in school, I always thought that I would become a professional player in the future and dreamed of entering professional football. I thought that would be success. Later, when I actually entered, I realized that it was actually the same as my own.
There is still a big gap in imagination. Day after day training, the impact of injuries, the intrigues of negotiating contracts with the club... Of course, our club is pretty good, at least we don't owe wages. Some clubs... tsk tsk.
"
Hu Lai saw that both of them were suddenly depressed and snorted: "Only those who have come in have the right to complain. In any case, you can use your talents, hobbies and best skills as a career, which is already much better than I don't know."
People are happy. Which industry does not have those things you mentioned?" : :
He looked at Zhang Qinghuan.
"A lot of pressure? Aren't we under a lot of pressure when we were students? After more than ten years of studying hard, aren't we all looking forward to the days of the college entrance examination? Nowadays, which industry can be easily successful? Anyway, it took a lot of effort for me to qualify.
If you come in, then I will not just come in and fool around, I will succeed no matter how much I pay!"
After he finished speaking, both Wang Guangwei and Zhang Qinghuan looked at him for a few seconds. Wang Guangwei laughed and said to Zhang Qinghuan next to him: "Look, Hu Lai is like this..."
"How am I doing?" Hu Lai asked with a frown, always feeling that Wang Guangwei had nothing nice to say.
"A pure young man." Wang Guangwei smiled.
Zhang Qinghuan heard what he said and nodded in agreement: "It's a bit childish."
"That means I'm in the second grade." Hu Lai curled his lips.
"No." Zhang Qinghuan shook his head, "I envy you, I really envy you. You have to keep it up, Hu Lai. Always be a boy, always young."
Hu Lai shuddered and touched the goosebumps on his arms: "Damn, it's so disgusting. You are the real middle child!"
Zhang Qinghuan burst out laughing. Amidst his laughter, the No. 12 bus slowly drove into the station and parked next to the platform. Then the door opened, and the driver looked over to Hu Lai and Wang Guangwei who were outside the door and said hello: "
Good morning, Hu Lai, Wang Guangwei, uh..."
He looked at Zhang Qinghuan standing next to the two of them and hesitated a little, not recognizing who he was for a while.
Zhang Qinghuan said to him with a bright smile: "Hello, master, I am a teammate of Hu Lai and Wang Guangwei. My name is Zhang Qinghuan."