The beginning of a city with a trillion

"Hahaha, this is not being rubbed, but being pushed to the ground and fed. Look at those eleven pigs, they still look indifferent, as if winning or losing has nothing to do with them."

"They don't care if you win or not. Anyway, just take a walk on the field, and you can get tens of millions a year."

"The reason why the national pig is so rubbish is the root of the problem."

"You mean the leaders of the Pig Association?"

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Yang Fei looked at the comments below, and his forehead wrinkled into a Sichuan character.

He really wanted to turn into a keyboard warrior and go up and scold a few words, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it, out of sight, out of mind.

The next day, after sending Linlin to school, Yang Fei went to a nearby football school to visit.

After all, the future of the national football team depends on these children.

He parked the Bugatti Veyron in a nearby garage and walked over.

At the school gate, he saw a ten-year-old boy, hugging a football, squatting on the ground and crying, and his parents sat beside him with sad faces.

Their clothes are very simple, and they can tell at a glance that their family conditions are not very good

Yang Fei was a little curious. Could it be that the child wanted to go to football school but his parents didn't allow it?

"Little friend, what are you crying for?" Yang Fei walked over and asked.

The little boy didn't speak, still crying very sadly, the boy's mother next to him took the conversation.

"Hey, we didn't give money to the coach. They didn't give my son to play. My kid's football skills are not worse than others, but the family has no money, so I can't give the coach a red envelope, so I can only watch other students play. Contest."

"I clearly remember that some time ago, the coach came to our house and told me that my son Xiaotian was very good at football. If he played more games, he might be able to participate in domestic youth training in the future, but we had to pay him hard work, saying that he trained It's not easy for Xiaotian.

"But our family is poor, and it is a problem to collect tuition fees for Xiaotian every year. How can we have money to give him gifts!"

"If it wasn't for my kid who really likes to play football, he begged me to let him go to football school all day long, otherwise I would have wanted him to go home and go to ordinary school, hey!"

"What? Is there such a thing?" Yang Fei frowned.

But he soon realized that he had heard such rumors before, saying that football is a sport for the rich, and if you don't give money to the coach, you won't have the chance to play.

Many children with football talent are because their families have no money.

So I have never had a chance to play, and finally gradually reduced to mediocrity.

Those children from rich families do not lack opportunities to play.

But because the family is relatively wealthy, he was spoiled and raised since childhood.

The idea instilled in them by the family is that they are only interested in profit, and they take national honor very lightly.

So once encountering difficulties, they will easily give up.

But they will not lose the chance to play because of this, they have been losing and playing all the time.

From this, it is conceivable that in another ten years, these children will grow up.

When they enter the national team and become a member of the field, one can imagine what level they will be.

Thinking of the game he watched last night, Yang Fei couldn't help feeling angry. Before, he had no money and no strength.

But now, since he met him, he decided to take care of it.

At least you can't disappoint the children who like to play football, just like this little boy holding a football and crying.

Chapter 143 Don't cry when the time comes!

Hengda Football School.

Located in Pingshan District, Pengcheng City, it is a private football school.

Because there is no government subsidy, the tuition fee is very expensive, at least [-] to [-] a year.

It is very difficult for ordinary families to bear this cost.

In fact, the founders of these football schools did not have the idea of ​​​​delivering talents for the national football team.

They regard those children who like to play football as their own money-making machines, and they demand various fees from their parents openly and secretly.

He also turned a blind eye to the bribery of the coach.

This is the case with the principal of Hengda Football School.

Because the coach is the lifeblood of the football school, especially those coaches who have brought out stars, they are the backbone of the football school.

As long as it is said that a certain star has played in the hands of this coach and has been coached by him when recruiting students.

That's why he was able to enter the club, become a star sought after by everyone, and his legs became weak when he made money.

As long as they are there, it is the best live advertisement.

Therefore, there will also be a steady stream of children, under the leadership of their parents, who will come to the football school to sign up for practice, and the football school will be able to earn more money.

If things go on like this, once the interest chain is formed, it will be difficult to break it.

Anyone who doesn't understand the rules and breaks the rules will become the public enemy of this circle.

Therefore, those parents could only swallow their anger and dare not speak out about the coach's acceptance of the red envelope.

If the family is rich, pay the money obediently. If the family conditions are not good, it doesn't matter, then your child will just wait and sit on the bench. Don't even think about playing in the game. Anyway, it doesn't matter to them if they lose the game.

Yang Fei took Xiaotian's family to find the coach of the football school, who was a greasy fat man with a fat head and big ears, his eyes were narrowed into a slit, and his mouth was still shining with oil.

At this time, a youth friendly match was being held on the field.

This coach named Fu Weipeng was sitting on a stool playing with his mobile phone, with a cigarette in his mouth, and yelled at the field from time to time.

Yang Fei walked up to him, looked him up and said, "You are Xiaotian's coach, right?"

Fu Weipeng took a puff of cigarette, looked at Yang Fei suspiciously, "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is, why do you let a boy who loves football and has superb football skills sit on the bench?"

Fu Weipeng couldn't help laughing, "Don't push me if you don't understand. Players who can play have better skills than him. If he goes up, he will only embarrass himself. Do you want me to give up the whole game for a player with poor skills? Game? Excuse me, I'm the coach and I have to be responsible for every game."

He held his head high and spoke righteously, as if he was God.

"You're talking nonsense. Last time you were at my house, you clearly said that my son has excellent football skills. Compared with his peers, he is outstanding." The boy's father said angrily.