The green devil

"Xiaoyang! I really didn't expect that today's performance is really great!"

Huang Lu was very excited and gave Zhao Yang a bear hug.

Zhao Yang said with a grin: "Uncle Emperor, I have been crazy since I was a child, and the more important the game, the more I play."

Huang Ludao: "Fortunately, we have sent you this time, otherwise we will lose."

Zhao Yang waved his hands again and again: "Uncle Huang, don't attribute the credit to me alone, this is the result of the hard work of the whole team."

Wu Lei said with a smile: "Hehe, the consciousness is quite high, and the humility has improved."

At this time, Andres, the captain of Basstrana's youth, came over.

Andres shook hands with captain Wu Lei in a gentlemanly manner, and said: "Congratulations on your victory. You played a perfect game. We were too arrogant before the game. I apologize to you on behalf of the whole team."

Some Chinese fans temporarily acted as translators, translating Andres' words to Wu Lei.

Wu Lei said very politely: "You also played very well. We were lucky to win. A draw may be fairer."

Andres shook his head again and again: "No, no, you are indeed playing better than us, especially the No. 18, his performance is really perfect."

Andres gave Zhao Yang a thumbs up.

Zhao Yang smiled and said: "Thank you for the compliment, you are not bad."

Andres felt a little sympathy for Zhao Yang, and took the initiative to shake hands with Zhao Yang, and exchanged jerseys with Zhao Yang.

After Andres left, a blond middle-aged man in his 30s came to Zhao Yang.

"Hello, I'm Jose, the coach of the St. Andrew's youth team. Our boss, Chairman Carlos, wants to see you."

"Chairman Carlos wants to see me?"

Zhao Yang pointed to his nose with a dazed look on his face. He didn't remember that he had relatives and friends overseas, and his classmate couldn't possibly be the owner of St. Andrew's Club.

"Yes, Chairman Carlos has something to talk to you about."

Jose thought to himself, boy, you are lucky, thank God, maybe you have a chance to enter a professional team.

Want to talk to me about something?Is it a liar?

Zhao Yang looked around at his teammates and fans, not knowing whether to agree or not.

At this time, a fan said in Chinese: "Chairman Carlos is the owner of St. Andrew's Club. I have met him and he is a good man."

Zhao Yang was relieved by the words of his compatriots, "Mr. Jose, where is Chairman Carlos?"

Jose smiled and said, "Chairman Carlos is waiting for you in the cafe over there. It's not convenient to talk here."

Zhao Yang smiled and said to Huang Lu: "Uncle Emperor, I'm going to see Mr. Carlos. If I don't come back within an hour, you can call the police."

"You kid." Huang Lu smiled and patted Zhao Yang on the back, "Barcelona is not that chaotic, besides, I have heard of Mr. Carlos, he is a famous businessman, go, maybe something good will happen. "

Zhao Yang said with a smile: "What good thing can you do? Recruit me to be your son-in-law?"

Wu Lei joked: "That's hard to say, as the saying goes, it's fate to meet thousands of miles away."

Everyone burst out laughing.

Zhao Yang looks very sunny and handsome, maybe this possibility really exists.

The cafe is right next to the stadium, the minimalist wooden style is refreshing, and the photos of the stars and trophies in the cafe make the guests feel more cordial.

When the old man sitting in the business room saw Zhao Yang coming in, he got up and greeted Zhao Yang enthusiastically.

"Hello, Zhao, I'm Carlos, the owner of St. Andrew's Club. Nice to meet you. Sit down and don't be restrained."

After deciding to meet with Zhao Yang, Carlos found a Chinese translator as quickly as possible, which made it easy for him to communicate with Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang sat down opposite Carlos, Jose came over and poured him a cup of latte, and sat next to Carlos himself.

Carlos smiled and said, "Zhao, are you curious why I want to see you?"

Zhao Yang nodded honestly and said, "At least until now, I haven't thought of a reason for you to see me."

Carlos smiled and said, "I just wanted to ask you if you are interested in playing football in Spain?"

"What... what did you say? Come to Spain to play football?"

Zhao Yang was a little confused, even if Carlos really recruited him to be his son-in-law, he would not be more shocked than this sentence.

Carlos smiled and repeated, "Yes! I asked if you are interested in playing at St. Andrew's Club."

Zhao Yang was completely dizzy. No fan wanted to play professional football. Even if there was only one game, he could brag about it for a lifetime.

"You're not kidding, are you?"

Zhao Yang felt that his voice was trembling a little. He hated himself for being worthless, but he couldn't control himself.

Zhao Yang is 21 years old this year, a fourth-grade student at Jizhou Normal University.

After graduating, there is a high probability of taking the exam as a teacher, doing a nine-to-five job that guarantees income from droughts and floods, and living a life that can see the end at a glance.

Playing an international grassroots football match across the ocean this time is already the most romantic that Zhao Yang can imagine.

What he never imagined in his dreams was that he got the football sign-in system here, and also got an invitation to play professional football.

Not to mention Zhao Yang, no one can keep calm at this time.

"What do you think?"

Carlos is very satisfied with Zhao Yang's attitude. He likes to do such amazing things, just like he established the St. Andrew's club back then.

"It's true! I have the opportunity to play professional football in Spain."

Zhao Yang took a deep breath and secretly told himself to calm down.

It's a big chance, but he gets the football check-in system and maybe able to sign more football skills.

You can't agree blindly, you have to think it through before you say it.

Zhao Yang tried his best to use a calm tone and said: "Mr. Carlos, I am very grateful for this opportunity you gave me. I want to know what kind of treatment the St. Andrew Club can give me?"

Carlos froze for a moment.

Unexpectedly, an amateur football player, faced with such a good opportunity, would be able to calmly discuss the issue of remuneration.

"Hehe, young man, our St. Andrew's is only playing in a semi-professional league. The weekly salary must not be too high, but life must be no problem. Young man, I think your focus should be on development. This is Barcelona. Play here. Ball, you might have more chances."

Is this drawing cakes?

But this cake was exactly what Zhao Yang wanted.

Zhao Yang said: "Mr. Carlos, I understand what you said. I want a stable chance to play more than the treatment."

Carlos said with a smile: "It depends on your strength. In professional football, strength is king. Let me emphasize again. What I am giving you is a chance. Whether you can seize it depends on your performance."

Carlos did not promise playing time, and Zhao Yang was not surprised. Such a major event must be considered and discussed repeatedly.

"Mr. Carlos, this matter is very important. I have to go back and discuss it with my parents before I can give you an answer."

Zhao Yang said.

Carlos said with a smile: "Hehe, there is no rush, let's have coffee and chat first."

Then Carlos chatted with Zhao Yang for about 10 minutes, and Zhao Yang got up to leave.

Back at the St. Andrew's Stadium, Huang Lu, Wu Lei, and all the players of the Qicheng team were there, and Zhao Yang was very moved.

"What are you doing here, go back to the hotel and wait for me."

Wu Lei smiled and said, "It's not to wait for you. Everyone is too curious and can't wait to know why Carlos is looking for you."

Zhao Yang said solemnly: "Didn't you guess it, you recruited me to be your son-in-law."

Everyone laughed. They all guessed that it might have something to do with football. When Zhao Yang said it so seriously, many people were a little dubious.

Could it be that Carlos really liked Zhao Yangyang's handsome looks and wanted to marry his daughter to him?

Huang Lu was older and knew people's hearts well. He understood that Zhao Yang didn't want to talk about it in public, so he smiled and said, "Congratulations to Zhao Yang, let's go back to the hotel to celebrate the team's victory and congratulate Zhao Yang for finding a good marriage. "

Back at the hotel, Wang Bin, the leader of the overseas Chinese in Barcelona, ​​had already arranged a banquet. Fan representatives from the Departure team and Spain gathered together to eat, drink and chat.

After the banquet, everyone went back to their rooms to rest drunk.

Just as Zhao Yang returned to his room, he received a call from Huang Lu, asking Zhao Yang to go to his room and tell him something.