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Chapter 64 Chen Bin and Wen Ziming's Chance

Li Xiaoming just took a few steps back to the apartment when he was stopped by Chen Bin and the others. Apart from Pan An, Chen Bin, Su Ye, Wen Ziming, and other teammates who had a good relationship with him.

They were obviously also waiting for Li Xiaoming.Everyone knows what it means to be taken away by Wei Hanlin.

Seeing Li Xiaoming, he surrounded him.

"How? How? How did the talk go?"

Everyone asked in a hurry.

Li Xiaoming thought that there was nothing to hide, so he nodded and replied, "Well, Manchester United has confirmed the first team."

"Wow!" There was a burst of exclamation in the hall.

Everyone looked at Li Xiaoming in disbelief.

The first team promised, everyone looked at Li Xiaoming with strange eyes, it was not an ordinary first team, it was Manchester United's first team, although they had to admit that Li Xiaoming was indeed very capable.

Li Xiaoming nodded: "Ferguson promised to give me enough playing time."

The teammates were silent.Many people were lost in thought.

"Li Xiaoming, you succeeded, Pan An, Su Ye will come to you again." Chen Bin was the first to go up to give Li Xiaoming a hug, and he was really happy for Li Xiaoming from the bottom of his heart.

"You will be found soon!" Li Xiaoming leaned into Chen Bin's ear and said.

"Don't worry, I will work hard. You have to pass two more balls to me." Chen Bin replied calmly.

"Damn, my beloved Red Devil actually wants you shameless! His sacred image in my mind has collapsed." Wen Ziming muttered to the side, making no secret of his envy and hatred.

The others also looked at Li Xiaoming enviously. Although they didn't speak, their eyes said everything.

A Li Xiaoming, the first team's commitment to adding playing time, I don't know how many people will not be able to sleep well tonight.

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After the team's training had ended, most of Arsenal's Kearney training base fell into silence. As dusk fell, the densely vegetated training base was dark and lifeless.

But on the second floor in the center of the training base, there are always two white lights.

That's the office of Arsenal manager Arsene Wenger.

As he does every day, Wenger locked himself in his office to watch film of the team's games.

"Dong Dong" knocked on the door.

The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked in. He went straight to Wenger's desk, and put a USB flash drive and a document on Wenger's desk.

"What is this?" Wenger finally left the screen and looked up at the middle-aged man.

"I think you should see this, Arsene." There was a group of Chinese coming to Manchester United, and I found some very good young people among them, these two I think are the best.

"A young man from China?" Wenger felt strange. It took him a while to remember that a few days ago, he did hear that a Chinese team came to England with a very good record, and it seemed that Arsenal would also like to compete with this team. fight against
"Well, very strong young man, Manchester United lost badly." Brady explained. "They will also play against our youth team in the next game. I will show you some of their previous games."

"Okay." Wenger picked up the USB flash drive and inserted it into the computer's USB port.

Wenger skillfully opened the folder and opened the video inside.

Wenger didn't speak, just watched the video quietly, and after watching it for a while, he let out a "huh", then he narrowed his eyes and focused on the computer screen.

And Brady was standing next to him, watching with him.

The video has not been edited, it is the most original video.

Three hours later, after watching all the videos, Wenger took off his glasses, dripped a few drops of eye drops, leaned back on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Brady didn't say anything, just stood by and waited for him.

"There are quite a few surprising players here," Wenger said, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Liverpool snatched the No. [-]. The tallest central defender has already signed a contract with Dortmund. I am optimistic about the No. [-] and the center forward."

"However, the number [-] is very popular. Bayern Munich has already issued an invitation. It is estimated that Manchester United will also make a move. After all, Scholes of Manchester United is very old."

"I want that centre-forward," Wenger said forcefully.
"What do you think, Liam?" he asked, looking at Brady.

"A little old, 19 years old, but his skills and awareness are excellent. A young man with great potential."

Wenger nodded, agreeing with Brady, but after hesitating for a while, Wenger still said: "I want to see his performance for myself. After Henry left, we didn't have any particularly stable scoring points. When Henry came He was 22 at the time and I thought he might be the new Thierry Henry."

Brady was very surprised. He never expected that Wenger would rate the center forward so highly. In fact, he originally wanted to recommend the No. [-] to Wenger.Wenger saw through Brady's mind.

"As for the number ten, we already have Fabregas and I think Cesc's performance has satisfied me so far."

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At the Carrington Training Ground, the youngsters of Guangzhou Hengyuan have completed their training sessions. Today is their last day in Manchester. Tomorrow they will take the train to London, England.Arsenal were there waiting for them, it was the last leg of their European training.The game that lasted three months is finally coming to a clearance.

The five of Li Xiaoming were walking back to the apartment, chatting about something, suddenly a middle-aged man in a black suit stopped their way.

"Hello, do you know a player named Ziming Wen?" Li Xiaoming couldn't help laughing at his poor English.

Li Xiaoming pushed Wen Ziming beside him, and said, "I'm looking for you."

Wen Ziming, who was pushed in front of the middle-aged man, scratched his head in embarrassment, and said in the same broken English: "Hello, I am Wen Ziming."

Then, the middle-aged man chattered a lot, leaving Wen Ziming in a daze.

Seeing Wen Ziming's expression of not understanding, the middle-aged man frowned.

"Well, sir, you can speak English, I can understand it, and I can help you translate." Chen Bin walked to Wen Ziming and said.

"Thank you, I'm sorry to trouble you." The middle-aged man eased his frown and continued.

On the other hand, Chen Bin was helping Wen Ziming with simultaneous interpretation. In order to ensure the quality of Chen Bin's translation, the middle-aged man also slowed down his speaking rhythm.

"My name is Jorge Mendes. I am a Portuguese agent. I think you should know me. I am here this time to ask if Mr. Wen Ziming has an agent?"

"Jorge Mendes! Ronaldo's manager!" Wen Ziming opened his mouth so wide that he could swallow an egg.

"Yes, my staff said that there is a winger named Wen Ziming here. I hope I can come and take a look. I watched your previous game video and watched your game live. I think you have the potential to become a professional player. Potential, as far as I know, you don't have your own agent yet, so I found one."

"Um, but I don't have a club yet?"

"About this point, I have already considered it for you. I would like to ask, are you willing to play in Portugal?"

"Portugal?"

"Yes, the Portuguese Super League, Sporting Lisbon, the cradle of wingers, I can find you a trial training opportunity, but whether you can stay there depends on you, if not, I can continue to help you find some Teams that are willing to give you a chance to play. These are free until you sign a professional contract." Mendes continued to explain.

"Why me? There are a lot of good players here."

"Well, I am optimistic about your potential, you will become the world's top winger, believe me."

Seeing Wen Ziming still hesitating, Mendes felt uneasy.He only said half of what he said. Although Wen Ziming does have the potential to become a first-class winger in his opinion, he is persistent enough, hardworking enough, and possesses excellent speed and technique, but this is not enough for Mendes to sign him personally. .More importantly, Wen Ziming has a Chinese market worth hundreds of millions behind him.

"Promise him, aren't you just waiting for an opportunity, I think Mr. Mendes will help you find the most suitable club for you."

Li Xiaoming patted Wen Ziming on the shoulder to persuade him.

"Okay, I promise you, but I have to complete our club's youth training plan, and I can't leave with you right away. Then I have to go back to China and say goodbye to my parents before I can go to Portugal with you."

"No problem!" Mendes was elated when Wen Ziming agreed to himself, took out a business card from his pocket, and handed it to Wen Ziming with both hands.

"Here is my business card. You can call me anytime you need it. Could you give me your number if you can?"

Wen Ziming took the exquisitely bronzed business card from Mendez, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and clenched his fists.

(End of this chapter)