After coming to the Portsmouth Club, the negotiations lasted only over a dozen minutes. Faced with such terms, Ranieri had no reason to refuse. In fact, Pixar was also quite depressed. He also couldn't figure out why Jing Jian insisted on giving high-tech like Ranieri.

The reason is actually very simple. The team needs to be rebuilt, and the head coach needs to be in place as soon as possible to carry out large-scale signing work with the assistance of Pixar, two assistant coaches, Richard and Gavin. So Jing Jian simply spent money, believing in Ranieri's professional "pot-making maker" and not wanting to waste time in the first step.

In addition, there is also a role of buying horse bones with a daughter. With Ranieri as a benchmark, it will play a good role in signing players or attracting capable coaches in the future. Of course, Jing Jian will not blindly believe that if Ranieri leads the team poorly, he will fire without mercy.

The atmosphere at the scene was already warm. A reporter asked: "Mr. Pixar, I heard that the club has been acquired. Can you introduce the new boss of the club?"

Pixar smiled and nodded: "The club has indeed welcomed a new boss. But the specific situation is waiting for the future announcement. There is nothing else to say."

"I heard it's a Chinese, from Hong Kong? Or is it a Red China?"

“Nothing to be told.”

"Can you tell him his name?"

"Sorry, nothing can be told."

"Why did the new boss clean up most of the main players last season?" The question was Simon, chairman of the Fan Association.

"Hello, Simon." Pixar greeted with a smile. Pixar affirmed that his fans were different. "In the next transfer window, the club will introduce many capable players. I can make a small disclosure first, which will definitely surprise you. However, please understand that some of them involve commercial secrets and need to be kept confidential for the time being."

"I know this." Simon laughed, looking quite happy. "Will we bring in quite a lot of players of Class A?"

"Haha, Simon, use your imagination." Pixar was in a happy mood, and joked, "Okay, the press conference ends here, I can ask another question."

A reporter immediately asked: "Mr. Pixar, does the new boss understand football? What will he bring to the club?"

Pixar pondered for a while, nodded, and replied confidently: "Hope!"

...

The news was broadcast that night, which immediately caused a sensation in the whole of the UK. There are several hot topics: this is the first old English club acquired by foreign capital, and the boss heard that it comes from mysterious China. Of course, the British media has great powers and quickly guessed that it might be the director Bramble who went to London to do publicity a few days ago. Similarly, the media dug out the information of the new head coach, and he only had one year of coaching experience in the amateur team? He actually got an annual salary of 50+30 (50)?

OK, amateur boss and amateur head coach? Does Portsmouth really want to treat the professional league as a game? So public opinion flocked to the crowd and regarded Portsmouth as a laughing stock. However, the local newspaper in Portsmouth interviewed the former boss of the club. Although he did not reveal the name of the new boss, he said a lot of good things, such as the new boss who loves football; he will increase his investment; he will even build a new stadium and training camp!

When the news came out, everyone else was watching jokes: "You guys just blow it, blow it! It doesn't matter whether we believe it or not. I hope you can deceive yourself happily. Haha."

However, almost no one knows when leaving the British Isles. At most, it is a lace in the corner of the newspaper. It is a certain English Class II club? Who cares?

On the contrary, in the Soviet Union and Eastern Europe, it was very funny to report it. But the angle of the report...? I can only say that I was confused: "...Capitalism has become increasingly weak, and even the old football clubs have been bought by buyers from East Asia. It can be seen that the economic crisis has gradually spread to the upper class of British and American countries. And the superiority of socialism..." Anyway, according to the political background at that time, even the word "China" would not be mentioned.

On the contrary, in Hong Kong, it caused a sensation. Many people speculated about which Chinese senior class was? The domestic Football Newspaper reported this news first. Many people were proud of the feat of "Hong Kong compatriots". At that time, the "Football Newspaper" in Yangcheng was the leader, and the later "Sports Weekly" did not appear at all. But even so, they had no money to send foreign journalists, so they reprinted the news in Hong Kong. Anyway, they were going to make mistakes and were wrong, but the real teammates were once.

...

Jing Jian had already returned to the United States and ignored the mess in the UK. At this time, his family was in a state of turmoil, and Zhao Xia was having a quarrel: "I'm thinking about going home? Why aren't I outside for a few days? I'm going to go back to China with me, but I'm still so reluctant. Is it so sad to go back to my hometown?"

"When did I say to you..." Seeing the words and looking at Zhao Xia's expression, Jing Jian quickly changed his words, "Then let's go for a while! Tell, a vanity woman!"

Zhao Xia couldn't hold back her smile and rushed to Jing Jian: "I'm just vain, I just want to go back to the village with my man. I've agreed that my house has cleaned up the house."

"I still live in your Zhao family?" Jing Jian seemed to swallow a fly. "I called my uncle. The former residence is still there. I asked him to arrange someone to clean up, so we will live in our own home. Damn, in such a big China, we will be homeless."

Zhao Xia laughed "Puchi": "That's going to be true. My family is pretty good. When will I leave?"

"I'll stay in Los Angeles for a few more days," said Jing Jian. "Then I'm going to Hujiang. It may take more than a week. If you don't have any arrangements, please come with me?"

Zhao Xia hesitated slightly: "Or, I'll go back first? I'm not interested in your affairs, so I'll go back and clean up first?"

Jing Jian knew that Zhao Xia was already home and was looking forward to returning to her hometown to show off soon. So he nodded with a smile: "Okay, I will definitely go home before the 15th. I will call you then."

"Then... the bad man, he agreed so readily, he must be a fraud!" Zhao Xia had already ridden on Jing Jian's body, but her tender red skin and watery eyes betrayed her heart.

"Vanity woman, how can you feel at ease?" Jing Jian teased.

"I won't tell you." Zhao Xia bit her lower lip and rolled her eyes, "I'm so sad that I'm so sad."

"Oh..." Jing Jian laughed, "Let me tell you a little story first. Haha."

"Don't listen, bad man!"

...
Chapter completed!