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The fat sheep Zhang Xiaojian is very fat sheep conscious, and now he can't wait to give himself a knife.

It's just that the hunter didn't know if he had too much patience or felt that he was not prepared enough. He still couldn't eat the fat sheep, so he didn't shoot or speak.

This suffocated Zhang Xiaojian, the fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered. So early in the morning the next morning, the first thing Zhang Xiaojian did when he woke up was to look at Ye Mozhu, who was wearing silk pajamas, who was more and more feminine, said: " Mo Zhu, do I look awkward?"

Ye Mozhu didn't know where this question came from. She blinked her eyes and said, "My answer should be very unobjective."

"All right." Zhang Xiaojian stood up in a daze and hugged Ye Mozhu from behind, "What are we eating this morning?"

Ye Mozhu turned over and hugged Zhang Xiaojian, and said boldly: "How about eating you?"

Zhang Xiaojian: "Uh... alright, then I'll accept it reluctantly."

Ye Mozhu scratched the tip of his nose: "Beautiful you, today we went to the beach. We didn't have enough yesterday."

Zhang Xiaojian thought of his failed marriage proposal, and was stunned, but there was still a chance on the next journey, so he could make persistent efforts.

"Hurry up and take a shower, I'll put sunscreen on you."

Zhang Xiaojian: "Oh." He rushed into the bathroom.

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Ten minutes later, Zhang Xiaojian lay flat on the sofa wearing four-corner shorts, feeling a little fluttering, a little itchy in his heart, and some power in his heart seemed to be uncontrollable.

This is because... Ye Mozhu is applying sunscreen all over his body.

Sitting by the side, Ye Mozhu was very serious, holding a box-shaped sunscreen in one hand, and smearing Zhang Xiaojian in the other, but didn't notice anything weird.

It's just that the scene and what happened before him are too familiar to Zhang Xiaojian.

What's the name...

Zhang Xiaojian tried his best to recall this kind of blockbusters, so he turned to look at Ye Mozhu and said, "Mozhu, or just press it by the way, I've been quite lacking recently."

Ye Mozhu didn't hesitate. As a good wife and mother, giving her husband a massage would naturally not trouble her.

So she put down the sunscreen and said: "Then I will wash my hands."

Zhang Xiaojian: "Don't, do you apply the sunscreen even if this is not easy."

After saying this, he himself gave his emergency student a thumbs up, and this reason is too reasonable.

Although the reason is reasonable, the tone is unreasonable.

Ye Mozhu looked at the weird Zhang Xiaojian and smiled: "Oh, I just remembered that Su Yu just asked me to help her see what she is wearing today and take pictures. You can apply it yourself."

Zhang Xiaojian: "..."

Before he had time to reply, he watched Ye Mozhu bounce open the door of the room, as if he was not paying for his life..

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The early morning light fell on the city and illuminated the streets and alleys.

Unlike the big cities in China, the pace of life in this city is extremely slow.

There are no hurried office workers, no busy traffic, no crowded third ring roads, and only peace and comfort.

Satisfied with taking a bite of the soup and feeling the hot soup in his mouth, Zhang Xiaojian felt that this was the life he wanted, rather than eating bread and drinking milk...it faded out.

Ye Mozhu, Gao Qingsong, and Su Yu obviously felt the same way. They ate their mouths full of oil, and they didn't care to wipe them with a napkin.

After breakfast, their trip today is about to begin.

Today is mainly sunbathing, watching swimwear and eating seafood.

But before that, Zhang Xiaojian felt that he still had to take care of things before he had fun, so he looked at Long Yiming and Wang Sheng who were sitting at the table, and they could be regarded as entertaining them with all their strength, and said, "President Long, do you have anything to do with you? I say?"

Long Yiming: "..."

As the host, he arranged a lot of water sports for Zhang Xiaojian and his group of four people today. He wanted to mention it when they were happiest, but Zhang Xiaojian took the initiative to ask.

Zhang Xiaojian put down his chopsticks, took a sip of water, and decided to kill himself: "I want to vote."

Wang Sheng: "..." He glanced at Long Yiming.

Long Yiming didn't speak for a while, glanced at his old partner, and felt that the script was a bit wrong.

Shouldn't it be that we are stubborn, humbly, proactive, and try our best to convince us?

Why didn't these processes happen, but the funder took the lead to speak?

However, the two are also old fried dough sticks, Zhang Xiaojian said it for this purpose, and they would pretend to be too much.

Long Yiming coughed: "Xiaojian is like this. I invite you to come this time. I do want you to invest, but this is incidental. The main thing is to let you eat and have fun."

In fact, Wang Sheng didn't agree with Long Yiming's eagerness for quick success, but he understands that after he entered the First Division, the pressure has increased dramatically. It would be okay if they were just club owners for making money, but they are not.

Over the past two decades, this club has been from scratch, starting from the lowest league. It has won victories and accepted miserable defeats, but its goal has never changed. There is only two words-surpass.

If you have to add a few words, the wish of the two elders is to achieve success in their lifetime.

But the reality is cruel. If there is not enough financial budget and a lot of investment, let alone hitting the Premier League, it is estimated that it will not be able to hit the Premier League.

Wang Sheng really wanted to fulfill his long-cherished wish. When he didn't want to die, he was still in the First Division, but...he heard Zhang Xiaojian's words, he felt a little unkind, and he couldn't put his little friend's money just because he was eager for quick success and quick profit Violating his principles of life, so he said: "Xiaojian, it's like this, let's not mention the matter of whether to vote or not."

Zhang Xiaojian was astonished. It's not that I'm an investor or you...how it feels a bit wrong, he said, "What about it?"

Wang Sheng said: "Listen to me first."

"Okay, you always say."

"Investment clubs, football clubs, should be divided into clubs. There are only two clubs in this world, one is making money, the other is losing money."

"But in fact, most small money-making clubs don’t make money if they want to achieve results, because they have to invest the money they earn in the future. And you, Grandpa Long, and I hope to surpass, so even if you invest , In the next three to five years, no, it may not be profitable for ten years."

Zhang Xiaojian felt interesting when he heard this. I didn't expect Grandpa Wang to be a sincere person, but... would you please persuade investors to withdraw like this?

But... I heard that there was no profit for ten years... It really touched Zhang Xiaojian's heart.

When Long Yiming heard Wang Sheng's frankness, he also smiled and said: "And considering that if we really succeed in surpassing, we still want to win a Champions League, league championship, cup championship, let alone ten years, maybe twenty. I couldn't make any money in the year, and I spent money on it."

Twenty years...not making money?

Zhang Xiaojian felt that he was thoroughly persuaded, and he spread his hands: "Don't tell me the two..."

Long Yiming and Wang Sheng looked at each other when they heard this half of the sentence, and understood that Zhang Xiaojian must have heard them say that it must be impossible to invest, but fortunately, they are getting old and have no desire for profit. The old eyes faintly fooled the young child. Not bad, so I didn't regret it when I smiled.

Just the next moment... Zhang Xiaojian said: "I have a dream, I like dreams!"

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