Chicago 1990

'boom!'

In an indoor shooting range in Chicago, Song Ya turned sideways, grabbing the gear with his left hand, and pulling the trigger with his right hand aiming at the center of the target paper. With a huge gunshot, Glock's recoil made the muzzle jump up suddenly,'ho!'Indeed, there are no boys who don't like to play this. He excitedly lifted the muzzle in his hand to the sky, learning the mj dance steps in a full circle.

"Wow! Eight rings! You are amazing my brother!"

Tony, who helped count the results, pulled up the soundproof headphones on Song Ya’s ears and shouted, then the two and the muffler fisted and bumped each other, making noise for a while, "Look at me..."

Song Yamao lowered her waist and aimed at another shot, "ho!" The more he played, the more hell he was. The old brothers were all there, and the atmosphere was good, "Uh, miss the target, nothing happened, go on, take your time, brother, everything has just begun. "Tony shouted out loud.

"Look at me again..."

Song Ya held Glock horizontally and shot again, "m-fxxk!" Crossed to the left,'Bang!'Go horizontally to the right,'bang', lift it above your head,'bang!', squatting...

"Hahahaha!"

His weirdness broke Tony and the silencer music, slapped and laughed.

I was about to look back at the moon, my body turned halfway, and I met Old Mike's murderous eyes, "Hey..."

After finishing the tour and'subduing' Motura, the long tense mood instantly relaxed, and finally I was in the mood to practice the old man's unforgettable shooting. This Glock was given by him.It is estimated that the old man has just been angry, Song Ya smiled and returned to the tactics he taught, standing firm with both feet, holding guns in both hands, assisting with the left hand, closing the left eye, looking for the aiming line with the right eye, and honestly waiting for the breathing to calm down and buckle Move the trigger to light up the bullet.

"Remember the number of bullets in your gun, check the barrel after emptying it, ok? Remove the magazine and check again, ok?"

Old Mike rolled his eyes and snatched the gun, hand-in-hand pointing on the spot, "Every link must not be forgotten, to be in place, it is a matter of safety..."

"Yeah." Song Ya was being taught seriously, but Tony poke his waist in the back, he quietly kicked back with his foot, and the two brothers started laughing and joking while the old Mike was changing the magazine.

"Aplus, are you practicing for Blade Warrior? Wow, you are really the hardest star I have ever seen. You are always busy with your career."

Suddenly a voice appeared behind his head. Song Ya looked back and saw that it was the nagging ghost from the Anshuz sports department, "Hey! Don't you appear behind me so silently? I have a gun in my hand. "He smiled and frightened him.

"Uh, sorry, Linda asked me to come in to find you. She and Mr. Yeremov are outside, and our lawyers are also there." The nagging ghost replied.

"Oh." Song Ya remembered that today was the day when he agreed to sign a contract with the other party, "Sorry Mike, I'm going out to work..." There was just an excuse for being lazy.

Old Mike took a deep breath helplessly, "Go ahead."

"Then it's me." Tony's hands are itchy early. Both he and the silencer have been trained in professional security skills, and the marksmanship is not bad when serious.

This small indoor shooting range was packaged by Song Ya today. Except for a few staff members, it was his own person, bodyguards, and others who followed.

"Linda, Yeremov, Hamlin..."

Song Ya walked to the rest area outside, which was temporarily used by Linda and the others as an office space, as well as a few white men in suits and leather shoes.

What he is going to sign today is his investment in the Chicago Fire FC (Chicago Fire FC). The 13.8 shares can become the chairman of the board with the right to make decisions. In order to promote the U.S. Major League Soccer, Anshuz owns many teams. More than half of the shares, but they are willing to give the good things to the local boss. No way, the American football atmosphere is not good. It is not good to be known by fans that they have a majority stake in multiple teams, such as the Chicago Fire. After this transaction, there will be more than 60% of the shares.

It is a good gimmick for them to own a Chicago local football team for a star like himself.Of course, this is subject to a series of time and management requirements, so messing around is definitely not enough, and when it comes to major decisions, their voting rights are still in the majority.

"This is Bob Bradley."

Nag ghost introduced one of the bald white men who was the head coach of the team they had already found. "Bob is a veteran in American football. He once led the Princeton Tigers to two Ivy League championships, one ncaa ( U.S. University Sports Association) Final Four."

"Hello there."

Song Ya shook hands with the other party, and he didn't intend to control any football team, and left it to professionals to do it. Just be polite and supervised.

This investment is to compete for the pre-action of the 98 World Cup theme song. Linda is very supportive, so is Yeremov, because the follow-up cooperation with Anshuz also includes the movie football stunner project, and the rich Anshuzi is willing to invest. Yeremov plans to release the film in 1997, just in time for the heat of the World Cup qualifiers in North America and the Caribbean.

The nagging ghost was fooled by the old Hollywood oil Yeremov. He also knows that it is difficult to get good results in the box office of a football film in the United States. Now Anshuzi is good for the American Football League. , He was willing to do everything, he even took the initiative to ask for an increase in production costs after he learned that aplus would star in the male lead.

"Hello, aplus."

The sports coaches at U.S. universities, especially the Ivy League universities, are more sophisticated. The U.S. football environment is average and investors are not easy to find. Bob Bradley’s own football achievements are not high. He is very polite. “This is our first one next year. The signing plan for the season."

"Uh……"

Song Ya was a little dazed by the list of signings he threw over, "Is this the beginning? But I don't understand this."

"Most of them are players from Eastern Europe, Central and South America and other places. They are cheap and easy to use." Bob Bradley instantly entered the state of asking for money and began to fool the boss. "There are two or three American players who promised me to come. , So that we can form a good lineup in the first year."

"Bob has been preparing for a long time this year. He almost went to Washington DC United because of the delay of investors."

Nagging ghosts, "The Flames also have some small local investors. We will meet you after you sign this. Is this the first club you bought aplus?"

"Yes, our home court is in the Cubs Warrior Arena?"

Although Goodman and Hamlin have reviewed the contract, you still need to take a look at the contract. Song Ya asks questions while watching. The Cubs are a major league baseball team, and the audience is mainly white middle class in Chicago. , The South City blacks generally support the White Sox, "Um..."

"Yes, we plan to sign a three-year lease first."

The nagging ghost knows what he is hesitating, "It's only useful. The audience of baseball and football is completely different."

"Will anyone watch it?" If Sony is settled, a huge amount of record revenue will arrive at the beginning of next year. Song Ya does not care about this small investment of two or three million, and it will not take long to get it back from the football stunner project. In addition, Anschutz was fishing in front of the World Cup theme song to seduce him, he was in a good mood and signed the contract after reading the contract.

"The U.S. Football League will have a very slow and difficult promotion process. In short, we will work hard together."

The nagging ghost also does not deny that the current profit is slim and needs to lose some of the fact that it is profitable. "Anshuz is very important to you aplus, and our performing arts department is also very satisfied with the tour that just ended with you. There will be six shows in South America next year. Maybe you can find a chance to meet Mr. Avelange, the theme song of the World Cup..."

He never finished nagging, "Yeah, yeah." Song Ya nodded and dealt with, focusing on the plan that Bob Bradley had brought. In fact, it’s not difficult to build a club. Daily training spends. Sales, player and staff salaries, renting training and competition venues, and promotion costs all add up to a year’s worth of money.

This is football. If you switch to popular American sports such as baseball, basketball, rugby, etc., which team that can play in the top competitions does not spend huge sums of money in it every year, and the transfer fee alone may be able to beat the entire Fire team. Players are worth more, maybe more.

"The players don't be all white. My team must pay attention to ethnic diversity." Song Ya reminded him when he looked at the signing list.

"Of course, there is a Mexican player with Indian descent, and there are also African immigrants with rice nationality among the local players." Bob Bradley replied.

"that's OK."

Song Ya thought for a while, "Can't we introduce Chinese players?"

"Uh..." Bob Bradley scratched his head. "I haven't paid much attention to that side... I only have an impression of a man named Hao Da Pao. The video data shows that he is a good forward."

"Ask for the price." The nagging ghost blinked at the head coach and hinted.

"Okay." Bob Bradley went out and made a few phone calls. "No, that player is playing in the army team and it is very troublesome to sign in."

"Why?" Song Ya asked.

"I... don't know much." Bob Bradley shrugged. "That's what the player agent I know said."

"It's okay, look at me."

Song Ya grabbed his mobile phone and dialed Song Asheng, who was already eating a lot there. "Lao Song, it's me, do me a favor. I want to bring in a player. What team is it from?" He asked Bob Bradley.

"The Bayi Team."

"August First Team, Hao Dapao, say hello to your more familiar leader, um, um..."

After giving a few brief explanations and hung up the phone, Song Ya proudly boasted to them: "Just wait for the good news. I have very strong contacts there."