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Chi Haiyang entered my office and closed the door, leaving only the two of us behind.

"Ye Cong signed a contract?" I asked nervously. This matter was more important to me than anything else.

Yes, there was a bit of worry on Chi Haiyang's face: "Item Total, there's one thing that's troublesome. This Ye Cong and Ling Tianya are both young players from the same stage of Bassarona, but their relationship is not that good."

"I will listen carefully." Even so, my eyes were as firm as steel.

Chi Haiyang said: Ye Cong is an outstanding genius, he has already signed a contract with us, and won't be able to escape from us, so the worst case scenario would be that we would lose his loyalty, or be forcefully taken away by someone for 400 million, but as long as he tries his best on the stage, the other Ling Tianya, Mrs. Ling says that he will try his best to play, one million, half a match 500 thousand, and he will be playing for 32 million. Furthermore, Ling Tianya has succeeded in signing up with us as number 10, and the Bugatti Wyvern that is 45.5 million is a gift for you, it's worth 6 million!

"Hey, let me do it!" I laughed bitterly: "This sweet shell has fried my entire body into a mess, but no matter how much pain I feel, I will still choose Ye Cong."

"Oh ~" Chi Haiyang was very surprised, "This isn't the way you're supposed to be greedy for money, boss, I really don't understand."

I sighed and said, "A gentleman loves money, but he has his own way of doing things. If I accept Ling Tianya, not only would I lose Ye Cong's loyalty, but we would also lose the integrity of the team. Just imagine, the reason why we have succeeded to such an extent, is because our entire team has such a great honor, if we lose this point, our Southern City's universe team would really be ruined."

Chi Haiyang got up and said, "I think I understand."

February 20th, afternoon.

The Southern City's universe team announced the name of the player that was chosen.

There were 10 players from Eastside Letter, 10 from other families, and 4 from Qin Lang, Ye Cong and the rest.

Amongst the six staff members heading to Brazil, my lawyer, Chi Haiyang, general manager, Xiao Xiao, helped to teach Gao Lei, the Nutrient Chef, Master Fan Jian.

There were also those who volunteered to stay on the team and wait for us to officially take up our positions in eight or nine months.

Under the order of security, many players who came to apply left with their suitcases dispiritedly. They had failed.

After we sent off the players one after another, there were only two players left on the field besides us.

Mrs. Ling, Ling Tianya?

As the boss of the club, I kept a smile on my face as I sent off the players who came to interview me, thanking them for their support and encouragement. As for those who didn't leave in the end, I didn't need to bother with them.

The moment I resolutely turned around, the corner of Ye Cong's mouth rose into a sneer.

"Wait!" Just as I took a dozen steps, someone shouted from behind me.

I didn't look back, I didn't stop walking, I headed straight for the office building.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh ~

Suddenly, Ling Tianya rapidly ran in front of me and blocked my way with his hands: "Why didn't I get selected?"

I was forced to stop and smile. "Why, I've already talked to your mother. Didn't she tell you?"

Mrs. Ling ran over gasping for breath, filled with resentment: "Item Total, how nice is my son, aren't you being too heartless?"

I replied in all seriousness, "I have a rule for the selection of the players. In my eyes, the player has a rating of 1 to 5. He passed the selection with 2 marks before he went to Brazil. Unfortunately, he only got 26 points."

"What?" Mrs. Ling was overjoyed. "Leader, you passed. My son has 26 points.

With the two of them making a ruckus, the club's staff and a group of small players surrounded them.

I explained in public, "In my eyes, 1 point is a normal player, 2 points is a genius, 3 points is a super genius, 4 points is a stunning talent, 5 points is an epic, in addition, the passing score for the midfield back is 2 points, the passing score for the centre back is 3 points, unfortunately, he did not pass for me as a left-winger."

Ling Tianya was weird, he actually laughed and asked: "Instructor, can I help you? I'm not good enough."

My eyes looked at him indifferently, "The biggest criticism is that your individual combat capabilities are lacking, as a forward this is a fatal injury, you have existed in the system for too long, only waiting for others to feed the ball, your super strong Barca shooting skills have lost their luster, not to mention that you have only practiced 30 to 40%, the Brazil was originally a football kingdom, and the Sampa Ball is your best breakthrough, but I am preparing to use 200 million to configure the central axis with 3 strong external support, and as you are a graduate of a famous team, you cannot come here to play as a substitute, can't you?"

"Who said that!" Ling Tianya said resolutely: "I'd rather be a substitute than this team!"

"AHH ~ ~" At this time, the people in the crowd were surprised, Ye Cong was shocked, and Mrs. Ling was even more so.

I thought for a moment, but still shook my head: In my eyes, Zheng Jun did not pass, he only scored 28 points, but he is still not injured, at least he has a huge chance to grow, so I chose to believe him, but the football that you played for 17 years, has already reached a limit in its growth, there is no room for growth, I am sorry, I cannot choose you.

"Evil ~" Zheng Jun, who thought himself to be a genius, gave a wry smile, while the little member at the side couldn't help but to ask curiously, "How many points does boss have?

I jokingly scolded, "Scram to the side. Before you leave, repair your weak and careful rooms. At the same time, prepare yourself for being abused by Sampa Football."

"Tsk tsk ~ ~ We won't be oppressed. That's right, who's afraid of who, make a move against them ~" The atmosphere between the small players was extremely heated. This was a precious treasure that I had abandoned to protect.

"Coach." Ling Tianya suddenly laughed: "Can you give me another ten minutes, and then watch me kick the ball for another ten minutes? If that's not possible, I'll turn around and leave."

Mrs. Ling said anxiously, "That's right, Coach, you should just watch for another ten minutes. My son has played soccer for 17 years. Just give him a chance."

"This ~ ~ ~" As I was hesitating, I saw that Chi Haiyang, who was standing behind the crowd, was nodding and blinking his eyes.

After thinking for a moment, I sighed, "Seventeen years, regardless of whether he's a rich or poor kid, it won't be easy to persevere. I'll let him play the ball for ten minutes and give him some pointers before he leaves."

"Alright!" Ling Tianya was overjoyed. He rushed to the football ground with the soccer ball in his arms.

There are a lot of us surrounding the football ground, looking at Ling Tianya on his own.

Ling Tianya placed his soccer ball seven meters away from the restricted area.

"elevator ball! "The elevator ball!" We were all shocked, the elevator ball was a type of kick for free balls. After the ball flew above the human wall, it drew a line up and down, rapidly falling down, with great force falling into the net.

Many people had trained with elevator ball before, but it was not easy to practice with, and few people were powerful in the soccer field today. The hardest part was the precise angle, it needed to be close to the corner of the football door to be able to avoid the goalkeeper's leap.

As for Ling Tianya's kick just now, it was aimed straight at a dead angle of the goal.

Ling Tianya tried again. This time, he brought along a few steps and suddenly shot!

"Falling Leaf Slash!" The Falling Leaf Slash isn't it, it's a dead angle again! " Many of the small team members were stunned. Just how accurate was the footwork required?!

Zheng Jun immediately knelt down: "My left leg is too weak in front of him.

"That's not right!" Just then, Gao Lei's eyes became serious: His current kick is not Barca Shooting Technique, but Real Shooting Technique!

"How is this possible?!" We were all struck dumb by the thunder.

As everyone knew, Barca Shooting Technique was the best way to shoot the strong points in the restricted region, while Real Shooting Technique was the most accurate way to shoot the strong points outside the restricted region.

Ling Tianya shot out ten more times, and hit the ball six times at least within half a meter of the goal.

Too strong. Although he played alone and no one defended him, with his long range and precise footwork, this 21-year-old player was truly worthy of nurturing.

After 10 minutes had passed, Ling Tianya ran over and asked anxiously: "Coach, how is it? Do I have 3 points?"

"This ~" I bitterly smiled and asked, "Let's not talk about the score first. I want to ask, since you have such a shooting technique, why didn't you perform well on stage?"

"Heh ~" Ling Tianya smiled, very happy, very bright: "I was worried that my mother would bribe you, causing you to side with me. Now I know, you are a person worthy of respect, worthy of me fighting for the glory of this team."

Would this be a turning point for me in both fame and fortune?

Was there a way to obtain Ye Cong's loyalty and money without ruining the team's atmosphere?

This was a good opportunity, and my mind began to stir as I fell into a reverie among the players.

Got it!

I suddenly laughed in public. "You know, your mother did come to bribe me, but now, this bribe seems to have some use."

"What!?" What! "What!?" Everyone present was shocked. What was going on?

I looked around and smiled, "Coincidentally, all of my 20 players are here. In front of all of you, I want to discuss this matter frankly with Mrs. Ling again."

"" The little players were all confused, even Chi Haiyang the old fox couldn't really figure it out.