Entertainment and Cheng Xiaoguo Wake Up System After Divorce

　　Zhang Fan talked eloquently and looked like he was showing his hands and feet, describing the entire system of Kung Fu football, related selections and the scene during the game.

　　Sanders Wang Shaocong was stunned.

　　certainly.

　　There is another person.

　　He has been sitting by the side eating the fruit of the watermelon.

　　Cheng Xiaoguo originally just listened to it casually, but as Zhang Fan kept talking, her hand digging for the watermelon slowly stopped.

　　Gradually.

　　She opened her mouth as if she had never known Zhang Fan.

　　Jade Emperor! This is still my own... Husband, or Zhang Fan's husband who has been with me for seven or eight years and is not very interested in sports. The most important thing is that Zhang Fan is not that kind of... Kan, but pointed out his own solutions according to each of the current shortcomings of Chinese football.

　　only.

　　The core concept is naturally kung fu football.

　　Cheng Xiaoguo was a little stupid, and even her eyes gradually became blurred. She looked at Zhang Fan, a tall and tall Zhang Fan with a moderate stature, with starlight in her eyes.

　　So handsome! My husband is so handsome! You know.

　　Sitting in front of her is Wang Shaocong, the son of the richest man! The other is the head coach of Sanders who has nearly [-] years of experience in football. It is also very sufficient! One of the two is rich and the other is talented! But.

　　Now the two of them opened their mouths like elementary school students, listening to Zhang Fan talking about Kung Fu football.

　　"husband"

　　Cheng Xiaoguo murmured, and even subconsciously said two words.

　　fine.

　　Wang Shaocong and Sanders listened intently, and did not notice what Cheng Xiaoguo said. In the end, Sanders even hurriedly took out a pen and recorded what Zhang Fan said. .

　　Wang Shaocong is much smarter.

　　He took out his phone and started video recording.

　　Talked for about half an hour.

　　The two took a deep breath and watched Zhang Fan speak.

　　Zhang Fan got angry and took a drink from the table and took a sip. Most of the time, what I said was almost the same. I must have understood what we are going to do now. You can take what I just said. To sum up, and even form a pamphlet, to do this from the basics, it is up to you to make up your mind! After all, it will take at least a year to re-train such a team, according to my estimation.

　　Football is not a simple matter of taking the ball and playing, those young martial artists still need to be trained and especially cooperated.”

　　"Mr. Zhang."

　　Sanders put down his pen and stood up, holding Zhang Fan's hand tightly, "Do you know what you just said?"

　　"Uh, what are you dissatisfied with?"

　　"No, no! Mr. Zhang, you misunderstood! You just pointed out a brand-new development path for world football. If this path can really be found, it will even lead world football in another direction."

　　"Isn't it just playing football? It's so exaggerated? I don't think that the world football will make China's domestic football well first, and I'm thankful! You know, today's football is really too blind, really let me After a few games, I had to smash them all with a gun!"

　　"Haha, Mr. Zhang, you are joking."

　　"I'm not kidding."

　　"Uh okay.

　　Regardless of

　　How, Mr. Zhang, you have pointed out a way out for the team, but like you said, this determination is really difficult! You must know that cultivating a football system, especially Kung Fu football like you said system, one year is only conservative, it is estimated that it will take at least two or three years, and it will take

　　It takes quite a lot of resources and support!"

　　Sanders said.

　　"I know, so you can interpret this as the true meaning, or you can interpret it as my mouthpiece. As for how to do it, it's your business, I don't care."

　　Zhang Fan spread his hands and smiled.

　　Wang Shaocong held a cigarette in his hand, took a few puffs, put out the cigarette silently, and stood up slowly.

　　The two looked at Wang Shaocong.

　　I don't know.

　　Wang Shaocong suddenly folded his hands and bowed deeply towards Zhang Fan.

　　Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes.

　　Sanders stood there blankly.

　　"Master, I admire your brain from the bottom of my heart! It can be seen that you didn't watch China's football very much before, otherwise you wouldn't be so excited about the result today.

　　And you just watched a game like this, and you came up with the amazing concept of kung fu football. I am almost thirty years old. Although you are only a few years older than me, I sincerely call you here. Master.

　　! "

　　Wang Shaocong once again bowed his hands and bowed.

　　"so what"

　　Zhang Fan asked.

　　"Mr. Sanders, please help me to prepare now, I will hold a press conference in half an hour, arrange as many reporters as possible, and let all the players be there, and if they appear, they will be arranged in the stadium. "

　　Wang Shaocong said seriously.

　　"you are"

　　Sanders wondered.

　　Zhang Fan clasped his hands and stopped talking. He narrowed his eyes and sat down slowly, as if he had anticipated what this kid wanted to do.

　　He is the son of a wealthy family.

　　Some things can be done without any worries.

　　to be frank.

　　At this point, Zhang Fan is really ashamed.

　　Although he himself is the kind of character who does what he wants to do, on top of such a major event as the football team, he really lacks confidence to show the arrogance of Wang Shaocong now.

　　He subconsciously touched his pocket.

　　Difficult.

　　A penny beats a hero.

　　If you really pay off the money you owe, you won't have any money left.

　　How can it be compared to Wang Shaocong's big plans to do it "Just do it as I want, maybe it's time for us to change!"

　　Wang Shaocong raised his head and looked through the floor-to-ceiling glass to the tens of thousands of people who were already leaving.

　　no way.

　　Today's game was really bad.

　　During the half hour of chatting between the two just now, it was late, and it was almost scattered on the field, but even though it seemed that there were still ten or twenty thousand people on the field, people were reluctant to leave.

　　More people are angry.

　　The members of the Dacheng Shide team had already shrunk into the locker room.

　　Many staff are persuading these fans to leave in various places.

　　Fortunately, the Chinese nationals are still kind, and they are not as crazy as foreign fans. They are very restrained in words and deeds, especially in their behavior. Otherwise, if they are crazy fans, especially Xiongguo fans, I am afraid that there will be riots now.

　　Sanders nodded, and walked out without talking about his dismissal.

　　Inside the box.

　　Wang Shaocong's face was flat and uninhibited, and he said to Zhang Fan with a smile: "Master, wait: go out with me"

　　"Don't go!"

　　Zhang Fan waved his hand lazily.

　　"This is not a trivial matter! Maybe it's a moment to witness history. Don't you want people in the world to know that this kind of thing was done together by you and me! Master, don't worry, I will never take it up. With the name of your founder, I will solemnly introduce you to the world!"

　　Wang Shaocong seemed a little excited.

　　Zhang Fan slowly raised his head and rolled his eyes at him.

　　This white-eyed Wang Shaocong is inexplicable.

Chapter [-] Do I have such a small stomach? (Please subscribe! The first update!)

The first update! "You have a brain!"

　　"Ah, Master, why are you cursing so suddenly?"

　　"You've been following me for a day or two, haven't you investigated me before, you don't know what my personality is?"

　　"Master, I'm a little confused."

　　"Don't be fooled! What kind of press conference are you going to do? I won't participate, and ah, the concept of kung fu football, don't say that I led it! I just thought about it in my head, If you say nonsense, don't make a name for me, let alone make it known to the whole world.

　　I don't want to be involved in football. Originally, I managed to keep a low profile during this period of time, and I was about to enter the state of salted fish. You made me into the wind and fire again, so I'm in a hurry with you."

　　"Master, don't bring such a thing."

　　"I said it clearly enough"

　　"clear."

　　Wang Shaocong smiled helplessly.

　　Zhang Fan waved his hand and said indifferently: "Since you understand, good evening, go and do what you have to do. I'll just watch it on TV, but you are not afraid that your father will disagree."

　　"That's such a big deal! Anyway, my dad gradually stopped caring about football. When he was a young soldier, he liked to play football. Later, when he came out of the army to do business, he didn't think about these things anymore. Football is an emotion!"

　　Wang Shaocong laughed.

　　Zhang Fan nodded.