football career from scratch

"Bu Qingyun, what are you doing here?"

The window of the car was slowly rolled down, Zhao Yang looked at Bu Qingyun in surprise, while Luo Xiaoshan, who was sitting next to Zhao Yang, squeezed over abruptly regardless of the close contact with Zhao Yang, and rushed towards Bu Qingyun. Qingyun shouted.

"Oh, nothing to do after dinner, let's go for a walk." Bu Qingyun laughed.

"You're still taking a walk when it's frozen like this, you have a lot of leisure." Luo Xiaoshan snorted.

"Then why are you here?" Bu Qingyun laughed.

Zhao Yang smiled, and replied: "There is a game in the clubhouse, and we all follow the elders to watch the excitement, and so does Squad Leader Jian Zhao."

Following his voice, the window of the co-pilot rolled down, revealing Jian Zhao's face.

"Ah, did you enter this clubhouse?" Bu Qingyun smiled happily: "Would you like to take me in as well to broaden your horizons?"

Luo Xiaofan snorted: "It's easy to take you in, but why did you take you in?"

"For the friendship between classmates?" Bu Qingyun said after thinking about it.

"You haven't come to school for three days, and besides, we don't know each other very well." Luo Xiaofan said disdainfully.

Jian Zhao also couldn't help laughing: "Forget it, don't embarrass him. It's not a big deal to bring someone in to watch a game. Look at him, he's about to catch a cold."

"Ah, the squad leader is still open." Bu Qingyun gave a thumbs up, and then opened the car door, Zhao Yang smiled and signaled Luo Xiaoshan to squeeze in, Luo Xiaoshan reluctantly did so, Zhao Yang It also moved inside, and Bu Qingyun sat down unceremoniously.

"What game are you here for?"

When the car drove to the clubhouse, Bu Qingyun asked curiously.

"We haven't asked you yet, you're frozen like a quail outside the clubhouse and you insist on following us in, what are you planning to do?" Luo Xiaoshan said angrily.

"Guess?" Bu Qingyun asked with a smile.

If Zhao Yang was not in the middle, Luo Xiaoshan would have wanted to hit someone.

Jian Zhao turned his head from the front seat and said quietly: "Today there is an underground football match, and we are here to join in the fun."

"Underground football? It sounds a bit illegal." Bu Qingyun asked curiously.

"What do you know...Of course, it's not legal, but it's not really an underground activity!" Luo Xiaofan said.

"You haven't told me why you want to enter here." Jian Zhao said calmly.

Bu Qingyun scratched his head, he planned to muddle this matter away, but Luo Xiaoshan was distracted by him, but Jian Zhao was not.

At this time, the car had stopped in the parking lot. Bu Qingyun followed Zhao Yang and the others and began to walk out. While walking, he said, "You all know the last game, right? That big guy followed me recently."

"Oh, that guy is very good at football. He probably won a lot of money with you." Luo Xiaofan asked enthusiastically.

"No, he still has a lot of weaknesses in basic training. I made a training plan for him to practice." Bu Qingyun told the truth honestly this time.

Unfortunately, these days, to tell the truth, others may not believe it.

"Tch, you're still working on a training plan, go ahead." Luo Xiaofan said dismissively.

Bu Qingyun smiled wryly.

"And then?" Jian Zhao asked, she had a heart that would not be reconciled until the matter was clarified.

"Today, I saw the little man who was with Dong Lin, that is, the big guy, came to look for him, and then the two of them came to this clubhouse together. I was afraid that something might happen, so I came in to have a look." Bu Qingyun continued to answer honestly .

"That's easy."

Before Jian Zhao answered, Zhao Yang laughed: "This club is not accessible to ordinary people, but as those two people, they are able to come in, probably because they are here to participate in today's underground football match."

Jian Zhao nodded: "I think it's the same. It should be the short guy asking the tall guy to help him play football. It shouldn't be a big deal."

Bu Qingyun understood, he nodded and did not continue talking.

But he was not as optimistic as Zhao Yang and Jian Zhao thought.

If it was really just to help Zuo Feng play a game, would Dong Lin seem so hesitant with his frank temperament?
This is obviously not in line with Dong Lin's character!
It seems that there should be something else in it.

As for what is there, Bu Qingyun really can't figure it out - he is not stupid, he can even be regarded as very flexible, but when there is not enough information to support it, no matter how good a wise man is, he can't figure out the cause and effect of everything .

Following Zhao Yang and the others, they walked through a passage, and a vision suddenly opened up.

What appeared in front of Bu Qingyun was a grandstand.

Compared with the futsal field of Ningshui Vocational and Technical School, this stand is much smaller. The stand in front of Bu Qingyun has only a few dozen seats, but compared with the seats, it is very different. Farewell, the leather sofa, there is a coffee table in front of the sofa, and there are various fresh fruits on the coffee table. Although it is not particularly luxurious, it is not much different from the treatment of VIP boxes in those stadiums.

You know, this is just an ordinary stand!Moreover, there are fewer seats in the stands. Except that the stand facing Bu Qingyun and the others is a row of boxes, the other three sides are similar to this kind of stands, which add up to less than two hundred seats. That's all.

If this is the stadium of a regular club, such a small number of seats is enough for the club to lose to grandma's house.

But to be able to build such a futsal field in such a clubhouse, there must be income, not the ticket money.

There are seats for two people, three people, and single people. Zhao Yang said something to Luo Xiaoshan in a low voice. On the seat, Zhao Yang pulled Bu Qingyun and sat down on another double seat.

"Do you want to eat or drink something? The red wine here is okay." Zhao Yang said with a smile.

"Oh, I don't drink, as long as I have mineral water." Bu Qingyun replied.

Luo Xiaofan, who heard this sentence next to him, nodded, thinking that this guy is not the kind of person who likes to take advantage.

Zhao Yang nodded with a smile, called the waiter, and ordered a few bottles of water—although there is no problem if you order a table of exquisite western food here, but those who come here to watch the game are not here for the meal.

"This clubhouse can be regarded as a place where Ningshui City's underground football often plays games." Zhao Yang said to Bu Qingyun.

"Aren't underground football matches often? Just like the league?" Bu Qingyun asked curiously.

"Of course not." Zhao Yang laughed dumbfoundedly: "Although there are many underground football teams in Ningshui City, I know of more than a dozen teams, but there are not as many leagues and cups as there are in professional games. , basically there is only an occasional game... There are many teams that belong to a certain group. Our Sunshine Group also has a futsal team under it. Of course, Haifeng Group also has it. Ningshui City The more famous groups basically have such a team, but Jian Zhao's Jiangyun Group does not."

Jian Zhao said lightly: "My father and I have no interest in this aspect, and we are a small business, so we can't stand such trouble."

Zhao Yang laughed: "Squad leader, you are being modest when you say this, it's just that your Jiangyun Group is facing relatively few situations where you need to bet against each other."

Jian Zhao neither admitted nor denied it.

"Bet?" Bu Qingyun was stunned for a moment.

"Ah, strictly speaking, it's not a bet. It's just some business matters. Everyone is unwilling to give in, and they don't want to use some other means to fight. After all, doing business is more important than making money with anger. After being controlled within a relatively normal range, the conditions of both sides are almost the same in many cases. How to decide the outcome at this time? Instead of doing anything else, it is better to have a ball game. This is after someone did this a few years ago. Others The group has only started to follow suit, at least it is a new rule." Zhao Yang explained with a smile.

"Of course, in the end, it's not a business matter, but a couple of bosses of the group came to play a game in their spare time, and bet a small amount of money, and there are a lot of them." Jian Zhao said beside him.

"Of course, we have to have some fun." Zhao Yang laughed.

"It's strange how you rich people think." Bu Qingyun shrugged.

"In the past, the rich in Hong Kong didn't know how much they gambled with money and horses. It's the same reason to switch to betting on football. Showing financial resources at charity auctions and using football to show their background are also the same thing. It depends on how you look at it." Jane Zhao said lightly.

"Ah, that makes sense, I was the one to be abrupt." Bu Qingyun nodded after thinking for a while.

Existence is reasonable.

Jian Zhao glanced at Bu Qingyun, this guy who usually seemed to talk nonsense, but this time he was so calm and rational, which made her feel better about Bu Qingyun.

"It must be that after coming here, I feel that the standard here is too high, and I was scared." Luo Xiaofan whispered to Jian Zhao.

Jian Zhao smiled, but did not answer.

At this moment, more and more people began to appear in the stands where they were.

Several of them are acquaintances.

"Bu Qingyun, long time no see." Meng Zhaohui came over to shake hands with Bu Qingyun enthusiastically. This football lover who was going to accept Bu Qingyun as his younger brother now wished that he was really Bu Qingyun's younger brother. You know, with his wealth, It is very difficult to enter this clubhouse to watch underground football games, but he asked Zhao Yang to help him get a membership card of the lowest level, which can only be used to watch games. His love for football can be seen One spot.

"Ah, you're here too, little brother." Bu Qingyun held Meng Zhaohui's hand and said.

"Yes, yes, I knew you would like to watch this, so I asked Zhao Yang to help me get you a membership card." Meng Zhaohui said excitedly.

"What are you talking about, this kind of membership card, with our authority, one person can only help a person who does not meet the specifications to apply for a card, Zhao Yang's quota has already been used for you, how can you help Bu Qingyun?" What to do?" Luo Xiaoshan said dissatisfied.

Meng Zhaohui was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at Zhao Yang. It was obvious that even he didn't know about it.

Zhao Yang waved his hand openly: "This is nothing, if I can help, I will definitely try my best to help you, but such things as getting another membership card... I really can't do it."