World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 34 Huayuankou Youth Training Base

"Coach Zeng, can I interview you?"

Hearing the word "interview", Zeng Zheng raised his eyebrows.

"Are you a reporter?"

"Well, this is my press card, and I'm still an intern!" Qin Xue took out her press card from her shirt without hesitation, and shook it in front of Zeng Zheng.

Looking at the photo with regular facial features on the certificate, Zeng Zheng smiled and shook his head.

"Miss Qin, it's better for you to be less frank in the future."

"why?"

"There is no reason, you will naturally understand after staying in this line for a long time."

Zeng Zheng turned his head and continued to process the computer video.

Seeing that Zeng Zheng didn't intend to say more, Qin Xue had no choice but to give up, and sat silently watching Zeng Zheng tinkering with new gadgets that most people hadn't seen in this era.

When the plane was about to land, Zeng Zheng put away the small table.

Using the flight time, I output 10-minute videos of the upper, middle and lower episodes. If the father of Party A over there is satisfied, he will get 9000 yuan.

These days, who would dare to imagine that taking a flight without losing money can make a small [-] yuan.

However, taking the time to do high-intensity work puts a lot of mental pressure on Zeng Zheng.

He was rubbing his temples to rest, when a hand suddenly pinched the corner of his clothes.

Looking at Qin Xue, who shrank her neck and was extremely nervous, Zeng Zhen asked curiously: "You are not afraid of the plane taking off, but are you afraid of the ghost when it lands?"

"My dad often told me that half a hundred miles is half of the time. As long as the plane hasn't stopped completely, you can't be completely relieved."

Zeng Zheng pouted.

The guy wasn't telling the truth.

It's like going to the playground to play the jumping machine.

Some people were dying when they went up, and some people cried for their father and mother when they came down.

But Zeng Zheng is not worried about traffic safety at all.

Although many props in this system are auxiliary functions, they involve a wide range and are very practical.

As long as there are props related to football, almost all of them can be picked up.

For example, when Jianlibao went to Brazil for the first time, the team only had a dilapidated "minibus" car.

When going to the training ground for training in the morning, the players also scored two batches of transfers.

But such a dilapidated minibus has been driving for more than half a year without any failure, not even breaking down once.

Although the props exchanged by the system cannot "evolve" this minibus into a bus from the appearance and senses, it can guarantee that there will be no problems during the driving process.

Even if the driver slips away halfway, the bus will make abnormal noises or bumps, allowing the driver to refocus.

In other words, as long as Zeng Zheng leads the team, tragedies like the 1949 Superga air crash or the 1958 Munich air crash will never happen!

The plane started to slide.

With a bang, the landing gear came into contact with the ground hard.

Go into taxi mode.

It wasn't until the crew told the passengers to stand up to pick up their luggage that Zeng Zheng reminded: "Miss Qin, should you let go?"

Qin Xue opened her eyes, looked at the customers standing up all around, and stuck out her tongue playfully.

"Coach Zeng, thank you. Seeing how excited you are when you are directing from the sidelines, I thought you were a very hard-to-talk person!"

"Nothing, thank you too."

After the other party recognized his identity, he didn't make any fuss or bluff, and let him finish his part-time job with peace of mind. Zeng Zheng was very grateful to the other party.

As soon as Zeng Zheng walked out of the airport hall, there was a burst of brisk footsteps behind him.

"Coach Zeng, wait a minute."

As soon as Zeng Zheng turned his head, Qin Xue stuffed a business card into his hand.

"Coach Zeng, this is my phone number. If you are free or ready to be interviewed, you can contact me at any time."

After finishing speaking, Qin Xue crossed her arms and quickly ran into the taxi.

Looking at the back of the other party, Zeng Zheng snorted lightly, "Let me just say, if the southerners come to the Northeast with so little clothes at this time, they will definitely freeze to death!"

After chartering a taxi, Zeng Zheng rushed from Dalian to Zhuanghe overnight.

At 10 o'clock the next morning, two large trucks drove along the potholed dirt road.

Getting out from the co-pilot, Zeng Zheng saw the freshly painted signboard made of wood and paint from a distance, and Sun Xianlu and others standing under the signboard.

"Master, that's it! Enter through that arch."

"How tall is that brand?" The driver asked with a frown.

Zeng Zheng was taken aback for a moment, and then he also noticed something was wrong.

After a while, the car stopped at the door, and Zeng Zheng led Sun Xianlu and others to work together to completely dismantle the arch that had been in disrepair for a long time.

"He NND, when I make money, I must build a gate that is tens of meters long!"

After putting down the last piece of iron, Zeng Zheng commanded the large truck and slowly drove into the Huayuankou Youth Training Base.

"Be quick with your hands and feet, don't break it!"

Looking at the carts of artificial turf, Sun Xianlu's eyes lit up.

"Hey, Mr. Zeng, you're still willing to spend money!"

"No way, who made us want to do this business, how can we get rewards if we don't pay?"

Zeng Zheng rolled up his sleeves and followed the workers to complete the turf.

It has to be said that the products produced by the system must be high-quality products.

This piece of more than 7000 square meters of uneven hard sand and gravel land is covered with turf, and no one can see its original appearance.

This green football field is in stark contrast to the dead branches and rotten leaves on the sidelines.

Even in the cold winter in Northeast China, these turf will not be damaged by the sudden drop in temperature.

Of course, its drainage effect is just right, even if it rains heavily, it will not delay the game.

Looking at the green stadium, even the master worker was feeling emotional: "It would be great if my baby went to school here!"

"Brother Sun, please ask more security guards, don't let people dig up the turf." Zeng Zheng clapped his hands and urged.

These turfs are exchanged by the system. If they are stolen, they will be scattered into a pile of rotten soil in a short time, and they cannot be sold at a price.

But the question is, what if someone falls for this thing?

Guaranteed that there are some old ladies in the countryside who see such a good place and carry a shovel overnight to dig up the turf and take it home to "fertilize" the vegetable field.

"Mr. Zeng, are the other venues still paved?"

"Store one piece first." Zeng Zheng shook his head, "Put the rest back into the warehouse, and when there are enough people, we will spread them out."

"it is good."

The white lines that are automatically connected together on the field seem to be a whole, and Sun Xianlu is not willing to step on it.

"Brother Sun, why don't you go for a walk?"

"Forget it, let the children step on this first."

"Yo, I can't tell, Brother Sun is quite hypocritical."

As he spoke, Zeng Zheng took out his camera and snapped several shots of the football field.

"Brother Sun, have you got in touch with all your friends? Our winter camp will open soon."

"The venue is settled, and my friends have nothing to say." Sun Xianlu nodded quickly, "Don't worry, Mr. Zeng, we can't lack a coach for anything!"

Zeng Zheng nodded.

There was no one in the early stage, and it was really up to these old local players to lead the training.

But if you really want to improve your ability and form an industry, you must at least bring some foreigners over.

I just don’t know if those gangsters in Brazil can adapt to the weather in the Northeast.

Only a few rooms were temporarily renovated at the former site of Huayuankou Primary School, and the principal's office was naturally occupied by Zeng Zheng.

After posting the photos and videos taken on the official website, Zeng Zheng typed in a few big characters: Huayuankou Football Winter Camp is officially open!
Then Zeng Zheng waited expectantly.

1 minutes passed, 10 minutes passed.

There are very few views in the background, and the guestbook is also a congratulatory message from those few acquaintances.

Looking at the empty backstage, Zeng Zheng slapped his forehead violently.

Fuck, why are you so stupid?
It's only 1997!
If you want to advertise, you have to go to the TV station!
Turning out the phone book, Zeng Zheng curled his lips when he saw the familiar number of Zhuanghe City TV station on it.

Long time no rent collection!
(End of this chapter)