In the office of Yang Wenlong’s football training class, the shabby coffee table was cleaned up and the meals were yelled by takeout were placed. Four people sat around the coffee table, eating and chatting.

The four people present were Gao Zheng, Gao Zheng’s mentor Yang Wenlong, Director Zhao, and Yang Wenlong’s friend Guo Wei.

It was said that Gao Zheng "invited" them, but they never expected that it would be in such a place, such a "invitation"...

"...I have an idea, old man, let's make your training class bigger, how about it?" Gao Zheng suddenly said this.

Yang Wenlong glared at him: "What are you doing? I think this place is broken again?"

Director Zhao shrank his neck, and he was afraid that the old man would get angry, so he glared at him like a copper bell. When they were playing football under the old man since childhood, as long as the old man glared, everyone would not dare to take a breath.

But there are always some exceptions.

Gao Zheng smiled and said, "Yes, it's too broken."

"You boy!" Yang Wenlong used to grab the broom. After grabbing it, he found that there was no broom in the house. When cleaning the toilet just now, Gao Zheng threw it outside the door. Obviously, this kid had prepared in advance since then.

He still stared at Gao Zheng without catching the broom: "This broken place can support me!"

"That's right, Xiao Gao. Don't look at the broken place. After you advertised a few times, there were still many students coming. Now there are more people learning to play football here than before..." Guo Wei and Yang Wenlong are good friends and also help Yang Wenlong speak.

Gao Zheng smiled and said, "I know, Uncle Guo, it is definitely no problem to support the old man and his master's wife. But old man, are you just doing this football training class to support yourself?"

He turned his head to look at his mentor, with a smile on his face, but his eyes and questions were very sharp.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

Guo Wei originally wanted to say something to smooth things out, but he has a high emotional intelligence when he has been walking in the mall for many years. Naturally, he knew that it was not the time for him to interrupt, so he sat next to him and looked at Gao Zheng and Yang Wenlong quietly.

Yang Wenlong continued to stare: "Isn't it right to support yourself?"

"Yes, very right. But old man, others are like this, you are not like this." Gao Zheng continued to stare at Yang Wenlong, his attitude seemed almost impolite to others. "You are not the kind of person who works a job just to earn a salary to support yourself."

This time, Yang Wenlong continued to stare at Gao Zheng, but stopped talking.

"Why did you come here after I went to Milan? It must be because my master's wife missed homeschool, right?"

"I know……"

Director Zhao was glared at by Yang Wenlong as soon as he spoke: "Shut up!"

Director Zhao sat back with his neck shrank and did not dare to say anything.

"Actually, I know, old man."

Hearing Gao Zheng say this, Yang Wenlong's gaze that was enough to kill people turned to Director Zhao again. Director Zhao, who was sitting upright, waved his hand quickly: "It's not what I said! It's really not..."

Guo Wei also looked at Yang Wenlong curiously. He only met Yang Wenlong after he moved to this city. He didn't know Lao Yang's previous experience, because Lao Yang never explained it in detail.

It was only when Lao Yang asked him for help about Gao Zheng. He had never known that the genius boy who went to AC Milan at a young age was actually a proud disciple trained by Lao Yang.

Facing Gao Zheng's stare and Guo Wei's curious gaze, Yang Wenlong lost and sighed: "It's no big deal. Isn't it just reporting to the superior two players who changed their age to play the National Games, and offended the leader. The leader wants the results, and I let the leader lose his results, and I am not willing to admit his mistakes, so let's go..."

"Ah, is there any more?" Guo Wei was surprised. It was the first time he heard Lao Yang say this.

In fact, he has always been curious about why a coach who can train an excellent player like Gao Zheng has fallen to the point of opening a small football training class in this broken place...

Unexpectedly, it was because I offended the local leaders.

"It was this that made Director Yang leave our place..." Director Zhao nodded from the side.

"Old man, is the leader who forced you to leave the surname Sun?" Gao Zheng asked.

"It's that grandson!" Director Zhao answered for Yang Wenlong, very angry. "The grandson is now the deputy director of the Sports Bureau of ours. God is really not good at seeing him. That grandson can actually become the deputy director..."

"Hehe. This time I went back, he wanted to see me, but I refused." Gao Zheng smiled.

Guo Wei was a little worried: "Xiao Gao, you should be careful. No matter how you say it, you are an official. If you don't give others face, be careful that they will stumbling for you..."

Before Gao Zheng could say anything, Yang Wenlong next to him sweared: "Oh no! Can he control Gao Zheng? Gao Zheng plays football abroad and plays professional football, not within the system. What can he control? If he really trips Gao Zheng, that's fine, I'll see how he dies..."

Guo Wei changed his words and said, "That's right, are you still afraid of the deputy director of a local sports bureau?"

Gao Zheng did not continue to discuss Director Sun, but said to Yang Wenlong: "I know you are not the kind of person who is stumbled on life, so I said whether to make your football training class bigger? You had to leave at the beginning, so let's start over now."

Yang Wenlong waved his hand: "You play football well, don't worry about my affairs..."

"I play football well and it won't affect this matter. Old man, I'm telling you serious things. Director Zhao and I know that you have a good way to teach your children how to play football, but this broken place really makes you unable to perform. I don't believe you are willing to waste time here. Who said that you wanted to cultivate talents for Chinese football?"

Yang Wenlong was so excited: "Don't mention Chinese football to me, I've seen more of those bad things than you!"

Gao Zheng did not compete with Yang Wenlong, but nodded and said, "Okay, let's not mention Chinese football. Even if we don't cultivate talents for Chinese football, it's okay to teach children to play football, right?"

“Aren’t I teaching?”

“How many children can teach this place to play football?”

"The place is so big, I'm the only coach, and I can't teach you even if there are too many."

"Who said I'm going to teach here?"

"You kid is so angry now. Where can you teach here? Do you have to rebuild the football school?"

Gao Zheng waved his hand: "That cost is too high, and I don't want to do it either."

"What do you want to do?" Yang Wenlong was very surprised.

And not only him, but also Guo Wei and Director Zhao were very strange. They stared at Gao Zheng curiously, wanting to know the answer from him.

"I think... Old man, look at your venue for half a day on weekdays. Children have to go to school, and no one comes to learn football. There are only people on weekends. Five days a week, this venue is wasted. You give rent for nothing, but you can't generate value. I want to reorganize the stadium. Usually, those adults who want to play football come to book a game, collect some money, provide them with water and venues, and let them play football. It will not delay your teaching children to play football on weekends..."

"You just want to pay attention?" Yang Wenlong said coldly at Gao Zheng.

"You're finished listening to me, old man. I want to set up a football training company, but instead of relying on these two football fields to train children to play football, we send grassroots coaches to schools, go to various primary schools to cooperate with them to establish football training classes, and use the school's ready-made venues and students to establish football interest classes. We provide coaches and some training facilities to teach elementary school students to play football..."

Gao Zheng said to Guo Wei while listening. At first he didn't care much, but the more he listened, the more he became more and more attentive. When he heard this, his eyes lit up.

"In this way, we invest less, the cost can be controlled, and the business can be expanded. You must know that old man, you and me are golden signs. A coach who can train me is willing to teach children to play football in elementary school. Is the school happy? Is it certainly happy! Are parents happy? Is it certainly happy!"

Guo Wei also stood up and expressed his support for Gao Zheng: "Xiao Gao's proposal is very thoughtful. Now the country has begun to pay great attention to campus football, but many of our campus football are limited to letting children do football exercises with football, and lacking the training of real professional and systematic talents. Many schools are actually struggling to not know how to do football. They and the professional football training system seem to be two completely unrelated worlds. So I think Xiao Gao's idea is very good, and there is no problem in terms of policy or feasibility..."

Yang Wenlong turned his head to look at Guo Wei, a little surprised: "Isn't he really talking nonsense?"

"Hey, old man, don't underestimate me!"

"I thought you knew how to play football..."

"After all, I've seen the world!"

Guo Wei nodded: "I can hear that this is something Xiao Gao has thought about seriously, not a fantasy idea that has been very thoughtful. Maybe Xiao Gao has not studied any market data and has no experience as an entrepreneur, but as a successful professional player, I believe his intuition must be very accurate."

It was Director Zhao's turn this time, and he was also surprised. He didn't expect that the entrepreneur Guo Wei, the business owner, would have such a high evaluation of Brother Zheng. If he were in football, no matter how others brag Brother Zheng, he would never be surprised. But he really didn't expect that Brother Zheng had a business acumen... Brother Zheng was simply omnipotent!

Gao Zheng was also very proud: "I just said I was talking about serious things!"

"Old Yang, I think what Xiao Gao said is really something you can consider seriously. In the early stage, you may need to run by yourself and be tired. But when you get on the right track in the future, you can become the head coach of the training coach, and the coach you trained will go to various schools to serve as youth training coaches..."

"I think it makes sense. Brother Zheng and Director Yang are the golden signs of this company. You don't even need to make advertisements. As soon as you say Brother Zheng was trained, everyone will definitely be willing to believe you..." Director Zhao also spoke next to him.

But Yang Wenlong shook his head: "This kid was not cultivated by me. Master is the only one who leads his master to practice. His current achievements have nothing to do with me..."

"Why is it okay?" Gao Zheng retorted. "You didn't keep me there, can I have today?"

"Then I just led you into the door..."

"If you hadn't insisted on letting me walk on the ground and not relying on my body, would I have such excellent foot skills today? You know, when I saw my height, almost a coach asked me to play football with my body. If I believed them, I might have really given up football after being seriously injured. What does this mean? It means that you have unique vision and are good at teaching according to your aptitude. And besides me, have you also trained many professional players?"

When Yang Wenlong heard the four words "professional player", he glanced at Director Zhao, and Director Zhao lowered his head in shame.

"Of course the most important reason is, old man, I know how caring about teaching children to play football. Although you always scold them, you actually like to teach children to play football. I think it is more important than anything else. If we teach children to play football, it is not to make them professional players in the future, but to make them like football. And this requires a coach who likes to teach them to play football. In my mind, old man, you are the best one."

Yang Wenlong no longer glared at Gao Zheng with his eyes bulging, and he fell into silence.

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ps, the content of this chapter is a projection of one of my ideas. Gao Zheng’s idea is actually my idea.

Even if it is yy, it can be regarded as my thoughts on campus football.

We are too short of children who play football, these are our reserve forces in Chinese football.

But we lack grassroots coaches who teach children to play football. They are blood-making. Without excellent youth football coaches, we do not have excellent youth players.

I can't do anything about real football, so I can only do a little work on Chinese football in the world I built according to my ideas...
Chapter completed!