When Zhang Jun was still worried about going to see Galliani, he met Hua Fang, who was rushing back from Germany at home at noon the next day.

Zhang Jun was surprised and happy at Huafang's appearance. He didn't expect Huafang to come back so soon. He was naturally happy because someone had done the negotiation chore.

Of course, first of all, he had to talk to Huafang and tell her his plans.

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It was only 2 a.m. today that he came back. Yang Pan opened his eyes and found that it was already one o'clock in the afternoon. He remembered Zhang Jun's name and was glad that he finally didn't have to eat instant noodles. It's not Bologna now, and he couldn't even eat Yangzhou fried rice made by Yilan in a microwave. However, when Zhang Jun came back, everything was different. Someone was cooking!

After washing up, Yang Pan went downstairs and went straight to the kitchen, but he searched through the kitchen, but he didn't even let the trash can, nor did he find the lunch that Zhang Jun left for him. Did Zhang Jun go out? He decided to go to the living room to take a look.

There is a corridor about six meters from the kitchen to the living room. Before Yang Pan could reach the living room, he could hear a fierce quarrel in the direction of the living room in the corridor.

He heard one of them was Zhang Jun's voice and the other was Sister Hua's voice. He didn't understand why the two of them quarreled so loudly. Before he could figure out the reason, he didn't want to appear in front of them rashly, so he took a lighter pace and listened to what they were arguing in the corridor.

"I can't understand why you have to give up the good AC Milan and choose the down-and-out Florence?" This was Sister Hua's voice, which sounded a little angry and incomprehensible.

"Down and out? I don't think Fiorentina is down and out. Is AC Milan good? But I can't even play the main player there. I know you think from the perspective of commercial value and think that my value will drop sharply after leaving Milan, but I don't care. I am a player first. If I can't even play in a team, what kind of commercial value are there?" Zhang Jun was a little better than Sister Hua, but in Yang Pan's imagination, he must have danced and danced.

"Since Ancelotti promised to be the first substitute, that is the opportunity. Don't you believe that you can become the main force through hard work?"

Ancelotti actually had such a promise? Yang Pan didn't expect that Zhang Jun and Ancelotti talked a lot yesterday.

"How can I know how long it will take for me to be the main force? Shepchenko and Inzaghi are in good shape now. I can at least ensure the main force when I go to Florence."

"That doesn't have to go to Florence! There are many big teams who are interested in you, and they promise to give you the main position."

"Sister Hua, don't you understand? I know myself and I want to be the core. Maybe I will be arrogant when I say this. But the fact is that, I am the core at Warrendam, so I was successful. In Fiorentina, I was also the core in the past half season, so I scored twenty-one goals in half a season to help the team upgrade. I need the absolute trust of my coach and teammates, but can Milan give me? No, Fiorentina can. I don't want to force others, I don't expect or ask the whole Milan team to come around me, so I chose to leave."

Yang Pan said this and nodded because Zhang Jun he knew was like this. People often say that it is the most difficult to see himself clearly. Now it seems that Zhang Jun at least knows his positioning, although this positioning will make many people think that he is arrogant and selfish.

"At the main force and the core, are your ideals the most? Are you satisfied with this? Don't you want to win the championship? League champion, Champions League champion, Footballer, Top Scorer... Don't you want to win these?"

"Of course I want to. But it's not only possible to win the championship and win the best scorer in Milan. Mr. Delavalle is very ambitious and has decided to make a big acquisition this summer. I think Fiorentina can become a strong champion in just two to three years."

"Two to three years?" Hua Fang sneered, "Do you believe in him? His little money is nothing in front of several Italian giants. It is not enough to build a championship team. Look at Chelsea. Abramovich spent more than 300 million euros in two years to win a league championship. There are too many variables in the future, why are you sure that Fiorentina can win the championship? What if you waste several years of time there but get nothing, what if you regret it? Then again, even if Fiorentina can win the championship, it will be a few years later. Why are you not in Milan? It is easy to win the championship and become a superstar. Good birds choose trees to live in, do you understand what this sentence means?"

Zhang Jun became popular: "I'm sorry, I've devoted my feelings to the upgrade process of Florence, but I can't devote my feelings to Milan. I would rather work with Florence, even if I get nothing, I wouldn't regret it. I would rather not win the championship or the honor of the Golden Boot. Just like Batti, I'm willing to devote all the best time of my career to Florence. I'm willing! Who dares to point fingers at me? Why do they point fingers at me? This is my own choice. I only play football for myself, not to satisfy the national self-esteem of some people, nor to satisfy the vanity and selfishness of some people. Why can't I choose my own future? Besides, since you say that the future is full of variables, why do you think Florence will definitely not win the championship?!"

Yang Pan knew that the situation would be difficult to clean up if he didn't go out, so he deliberately stepped on the wooden floor a few times, reminding the two of them that he was coming. Then he pretended to be up and walked out of the living room slowly.

He saw Zhang Jun sitting on the sofa angrily, his eyes looking out the window, neither looking at him nor Sister Hua. Sister Hua stood opposite him and shook his head helplessly. Seeing Yang Pan coming, he quickly waved to him: "Yang Pan is up? Come and persuade Zhang Jun. He said he would leave Milan no matter what, I think he is angry."

"I didn't!" Zhang Jun turned his head and went back.

"No matter how you think about it, you will stay in Milan and go to Florence. Why do you say you are not angry?"

"Then why are you gambling? Who are you gambling?" Zhang Jun turned his head back and looked at Huafang and asked.

"Because Ancelotti doesn't let you be the main force, because of your misunderstanding with Inzaghi, because you feel that you have not been reused in Milan..."

"Just! I have talked to Ancelotti. I understand him. He understands me. Why am I angry with him? I just had a little misunderstanding. Half a year has passed, and I forgot if you don't say it..."

The quarrel started again, Yang Pan coughed and asked the two of them to temporarily turn their attention to him. Then he found a place to sit down and said to Hua Fang: "Sister Hua, I can't persuade him about this. You know Zhang Jun's stubbornness."

Hua Fang was stunned for a moment. Yang Pan was right. She had experienced Zhang Jun's stubbornness several times.

"Before today, Kaka and I persuaded each other many times. Is it useful? When he was going to rent, I opposed him going to Florence, but he still went, and the effect was very good. So later I didn't say anything about the choice he made. Since he made this choice, there must be his reason. We now feel it is unreasonable, maybe it is because we haven't understood his intentions yet."

Huafang didn't expect that the reinforcements he had originally pulled would turn against him and help Zhang Jun speak. "You said that, have you considered Zhang Jun's future?"

Yang Pan shrugged: "To be honest, I don't know what the future will look like, but I know that Zhang Jun is doing well in Florence and is living happily. If this is what he is pursuing, we can't say anything."

I can't tell whether Yang Pan was exaggerating Jun or scolding him, but one thing was clear that Yang Pan did not object to Zhang Jun's departure from Milan.

"Aren't you friends? Are you just watching him destroy his future?" Hua Fang was very disappointed. Now she is at a disadvantage 2:1.

"We are our best friends, and because of this, I respect his choice. As for whether we will destroy our future..." Yang Pan smiled at Zhang Jun, "Who can tell the future clearly?"

Zhang Jun knew that Yang Pan still supported him, so he smiled at Yang Pan gratefully.

Hua Fang sighed heavily. Knowing that the situation was hopeless, she was unable to persuade Zhang Jun to change her mind, so she could only help Zhang Jun make a listing request to Milan, and then wait for Florence to buy him.

I tried my best to let him come to Milan, but after a season, I chose to go to a new team with a far inferior strength to Milan. How many people would laugh at him, and how many would wait for a year to watch him joke?

This transfer to Milan is a farce!

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After seeing Sister Hua off, Yang Pan turned around and entered the room and saw Zhang Jun still sitting on the sofa.

"Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry." He touched his stomach and said.

Zhang Jun shook his head: "I didn't eat either. Sister Hua came when she was about to cook. Let's go out to eat later."

"When did Sister Hua come?"

“After eleven o’clock.”

Yang Pan looked at his watch and it was now 150 pm. "Have you had arguing for two hours?"

"There is nowhere? It's only half an hour... Thank you." Zhang Jun looked at Yang Pan.

"Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for your support and understanding!"

Yang Pan smiled: "I still say the same thing. Even if I help Sister Hua persuade you, can you change your mind?"

Zhang Jun shook his head: "It is definitely impossible."

Yang Pan patted his face and said, "Isn't this a big deal? I'll say more than I can't waste my words. Why do I say so much? And it also consumes physical strength. Look, I'm so hungry that I'm touching my back." Yang Pan touched his stomach.

Zhang Jun laughed and stood up from the sofa: "Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner for me today."

Yang Pan cheered: "That's what you are waiting for!"

"You wait for me below, I'll go up and get my wallet." Zhang Jun turned around and walked towards the corridor.

"By the way, Zhang Jun. Do you know why I didn't suggest you to Sister Hua to go to other teams?"

"Why?"

"Because we will be our opponents in the future. Of course, I dare not send you to Milan's competitors."

"Oh? Do you think Florence is not an opponent?" Zhang Jun stopped and turned to look at Yang Pan.

"Not count. Florence and Milan are too different, and they can't threaten us. But if you go to Inter Milan, Juventus, and Rome, it's different."

"Are you kidding?" Zhang Jun asked Yang Pan with a smile.

Yang Pan also smiled and replied: "That's right."

Zhang Jun ignored him anymore, turned around and walked straight in.

Yang Pan looked at Zhang Jun's back in the corridor, then suddenly remembered something and shouted: "Bring more money! I want a big meal!"

Zhang Jun waved his hand without looking back: "I'll take the card, you can eat it."

Yang Pan smiled with satisfaction.

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Zhang Jun's decision has been made, and the rest is Huafang's. He only needs to stick to his bottom line: he must leave Milan and can only go to Florence. He told Sister Hua that in order to go to Florence smoothly, he can significantly reduce his salary and get less bonuses. He doesn't care how much money he can make in a year, he just wants to play football where he wants to go.

Now he doesn't care what kind of infamy he will bear, nor does he care about Milan fans, especially what Milan fans in China will think of him, because he didn't think about those things at all, and his mind is full of how to start his new life in Fiorentina.

While he had already begun to look forward to the future, An Ke was still worried about the same problem.

But his situation is slightly different from Zhang Jun. At present, he has no obvious tendency to "go" or "stay".

It is true that he has feelings for Dortmund, but he also yearns for Bayern Munich.

In a dilemma!

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An Ke sat on the bed, looking at the calendar on the wall, and it was only a few days before the agreed time between him and Sister Hua.

Today I have to go to training, but An Ke has the idea of ​​not wanting to go for the first time. He is really afraid to see the fans outside the training ground. He has always been grateful for the support given to him by the fans, so he always treats fans with the best attitude, never refuses the requirements of signing and taking photos. He always has a good relationship with the fans.

Therefore, Anke knew very well what fans would think of him when he said he was going to Munich and not staying in Dortmund.

He is different from Zhang Jun. After Zhang Jun's stubborn temper comes out, he can do whatever he wants, and naturally he won't care what others think of him. An Ke is not good. Since he became a monk and a professional player halfway through an international student who works for others every day, he always feels more inferior. He knows that everything he has now is hard-won, so he cares more about others' views of him.

Training is still something to go. It is impossible to avoid training for such ridiculous reasons. In that case, it will only be caught by some people with ulterior motives and make a big fuss, saying that he is in Cao's camp and his heart is in Han.

I just hope I won't meet those fans.

An Ke turned over and got out of bed and went to prepare to go out.

The fans he was afraid of were not the people who insulted him wantonly outside the training ground, but he was not afraid. What he was afraid of was another group of fans.

The weather in Dortmund these days is not good, it is always raining, sometimes heavy and sometimes small. An Ke drove his second-hand Volkswagen to the training ground, and the windshield wipers were not stopped all the way. It seems that this year's Bundesliga will end in the rain.

He parked his car in the parking lot, went to the locker room to change his clothes, and then appeared at the training ground with gloves. As he thought, he saw the group of fans again.

There were more than thirty people, pulling banners in a fixed place, where the goalkeeper would definitely see when training. The banner reads: "Please don't leave, ok."

It was raining, only a few of them were wearing raincoats, and no one else had any rain gear. The players were used to them who had appeared outside the training ground two days ago and would not pay much attention to them. Other fans would look at them from time to time.

They neither shouted slogans nor whispered each other, but just stood there silently, holding banners. The largest of the group had gray hair, and the youngest seemed to have not yet gone to school. An Ke felt a little heartbroken when he saw this scene.

These are fans who really support him, and he couldn't bear to watch them many times. Why? He was afraid that he would really reject Bayern just because of these 30 or so fans.

As a result, An Ke made several mistakes absent-mindedly in today's training and was scolded by head coach Van Mawek.

When he returned to the locker room, he was also a little listless. Captain Vaugnes saw it, so he took the initiative to come forward to talk to him while taking a shower.

"Are you worried about going or walking?" Vaughans sat down next to Anke.

An Ke nodded, and he also sat on the floor, letting the hot water drip from the top of his head.

Vaughans laughed: "You finally became a really good professional player."

Anke wondered why the captain said that.

"Because you are also starting to be troubled by the transfer issue! It is impossible for a good player to encounter such problems in his career. No matter what you choose in the end, you have to think about it, right?"

An Ke felt that what the captain said made sense, so he nodded again: "Did the captain have such an experience?" He never called Vaughans "Christian", but called the captain because he respected the old defender who worked diligently on the court.
To be continued...