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The club’s office building has only two floors.

The interior decoration is not luxurious, but as soon as you walk into the lobby, you can see the various trophies displayed on the honor walls on the left and right sides, which has a sense of history.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't take a closer look. Under the leadership of an Englishman, they came to the second floor and ran into some staff in sportswear, walking in a hurry, as if they were preparing something.

Pushing open the door of the office, the British leaned forward slightly, doing a lot of etiquette.

Zhang Xiaojian and the group of four walked in. Apart from the grizzled and smiling Long Yiming and Wang Sheng, there is also an office that can be regarded as British.

Stepping on the neat carpet, Long Yiming warmly greeted the four distinguished guests to take their seats.

Then he introduced Wang Sheng to four friends.

I heard Zhang Xiaojian was very young before, but this meeting... is too young, right?Wang Sheng, who has always been able to follow the footsteps of young people and who often pops up online buzzwords, likes young culture, but how many young people can afford to play football?

So he glanced at Long Yiming and remembered what the president of the assembly had said to him before, well, he really believed in you.

When coming to the football club, besides simple greetings and politeness, the topic naturally shifted to football.

"Xiaojian, which team do you like?"

Zhang Xiaojian was frank about this: "Manchester United."

This answer is not surprising. As the world's most profitable club, Manchester United does have countless hardcore fans.

"Oh? I knew, do you need a ticket? It's hard to get a ticket for the Manchester Derby in a few days."

Gao Qingsong smiled and said, "Chairman Long has bothered. The trustee bought it two months ago. The location should be pretty good."

"That's me worrying about it." Long Yiming said and said, "How does it feel here?"

Zhang Xiaojian said: "Very good. I was really greedy on the road I just came here. I even slapped two Xinjiang skewers."

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The small talk did not last long.

Of course, Long Yiming would not say straight to the point that he hopes Zhang Xiaojian will vote for the club because he is not sure that Zhang Xiaojian is not interested in being a football club, but he knows that Zhang Xiaojian is not only patriotic, but also not bad for money.

So the next step is a sumptuous Chinese meal.

Not far from the club, in a fairly high-end Chinese restaurant.

The waiters in the restaurant are all from China, dressed in cheongsams, their appearance is not good enough, but they are not short.

The decoration in the private rooms is very different. There are not only rockeries and water, but also antiques. Of course, these are definitely fake, but they do not prevent the classic atmosphere.

A woman presented a pipa song for everyone. Zhang Xiaojian understood the music, but she was a little surprised to hear it, because the piano was very good, and the song was very good, but the title was not known.

It didn't take long for the food to arrive on the table one after another.

All of them were Chinese classic dishes, and the four Zhang Xiaojian had their mouths full of oil.

Sure enough, foreign food is always fresh. As a foodie country, this foodie's stomach still has to eat food from the country to taste the best.

Food and drink are full and enjoyable.

Only then did Long Yiming reveal his fox tail: "By the way, Lao Wang, is there a game tonight?"

Looking at Long Yiming so naturally, Lao Wang nodded: "Well, a friendly match."

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The venue for the friendly match is of course the city’s football stadium.

It's just that it is too far from the imaginary stadium, let alone on the same level as Old Trafford, Zhang Xiaojian feels that it can't even compare to the Red Tiger stadium.

The old facilities and the scumming walls all reveal the oldness everywhere, but the people outside the stadium are full of people. Most Chinese people came here, and some even raised big signs. A Chinese player named Chen Feng appeared on it. I can't afford to raise it, but it looks dark and strong, and there is a slogan about who is fighting, which reminds Zhang Xiaojian of a Hong Kong star.

Zhang Xiaojian asked curiously: "This is?"

Long Yiming said: "Our star player, the future football superstar."

Zhang Xiaojian slightly opened his mouth and did not speak, because in fact, he was stimulated by China Football, and he no longer believed that China could play other stars.

Even though Wu Qiu Wang seems to be playing well in the Spaniards, there is still a long way to go to equate with the superstars.

And because the club owner and executive director came together, Zhang Xiaojian and others certainly didn't have to buy tickets at the door, and even went through the VIP channel.

It's just that this VIP channel is too VIP, it's better to buy a ticket to enter, because there is some water seepage in the channel, and there is a musty smell.

After walking out of this passage, the eyes suddenly opened up.

Although the infrastructure is poor, a lawn that meets the FA standards is not bad.

Coming to the special VIP seat, the greenery in front of him made Zhang Xiaojian's previous perception of the mess of the stadium changed. He sat down, but he was a little looking forward to this low-level game. Who else is more optimistic than Long Yiming The future of Chinese football superstars.

Time has not passed too long.

The venue, which can only sit less than 10,000 people, is full. The referees will soon appear, and the players will soon appear. With a whistle, the friendly match of the English Premier League begins.

"Our team, so many Chinese people?"

At a glance, Zhang Xiaojian not only saw Chen Feng, who had a lot of fans, but also a tall defender with black hair and yellow skin on the back line.

There was also one person in the midfield, just short, seemingly immature, like a college student who had not graduated.

There are actually three starters in English league clubs, which surprised Zhang Xiaojian.

"They are all our pride." After the club owner Wang Sheng said, the short Chinese midfielder caught the ball at this time, and unexpectedly came a flexible Marseille maneuver.

Then he came out with a high-quality through pass, and the China forward named Chen Feng showed an extremely jaw-dropping physical quality at this time.

Obviously, the opponent also knew that he was the core figure of the team, and the two tall English native defenders immediately entangled with him, but they did not have the upper hand.

Chen Feng exhausted his entire body to get rid of them, and the powerful explosive force made him rush up, quickly pulling away.

The atmosphere of the audience was ignited at this moment. For the first time, Zhang Xiaojian felt the whistling and tsunami from the British stadium. Some could not believe it was a sound that 10,000 people could make.

What made him even more unbelievable was that Chen Feng was not only explosive, but also fast as lightning. He not only chased the football, but also made a trip, a flash, and used a one-man ball to pass the opponent cleanly and beautifully. The last defender on the line of defense.

Without giving the goalkeeper any chance, nor scoring into the penalty area, Chen Feng raised his thick thigh very confidently and made a burst shot, and the ball made a dull loud noise.

The goalkeeper stood still on the spot, with the ball high in the upper right corner of the net.

After the goal, Chen Feng added fuel to the fire and ignited the atmosphere of the audience. He went to the side of the nearest fan and drew a rectangular box with his fingers to draw the outline.

What kind of celebratory gesture is this?

Zhang Xiaojian didn't understand, but saw the two gray-haired old people sitting beside him excitedly stood up and waved his fists like children with joy.

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