The Elf Guide is in my heart

Under the leadership of Old Dirk, Ning and Fatty Tian visited this once glorious temple. Flashdance..

The corners of the wall are covered with many photos, recording the past of the club.

Ning stopped in front of each photo and stared at it for a long time.

In the photo, the player is holding the trophy high, with club staff beside him, and behind him are a group of excited fans holding each other's backs.

However, from the clothes of the people in these photos, it is not difficult to understand that this is very old.

"Mr. Dirk, I have a question." Ning looked at the old man in front of him.

"Classmate Ning, if you have any questions, feel free to ask." Old Dirk was very polite.

"Why are all the staff here?" Ning tried his best to speak tactfully.

Seeing Ning's slightly hesitant look, Old Dirk smiled slightly and said, "You want to know why the staff here are all old people?"

Not to mention Ning, even Fatty Tian was a little curious about this question.

But when talking about this issue, Old Dirk's face began to show unspeakable loss and sadness.

Why

Because most of the staff in this club are "volunteers" like Old Dirk

Whoring for nothing, bah bah, doing it for nothing.

Yes, at Old Dirk's age, he has been retired for many years.

However, the club, which is heavily in debt, has to let Old Dirk come forward again.

If it weren't for the many Elf fans who retired at home and volunteered to work for free, the club's situation would have been even worse, and even the D-League might not have been able to stand.

Nowadays, apart from the headquarters in front of the Old Nori Club, other buildings, such as the arena, youth training camp, and training room, are basically sold out, sold out, and mortgaged.

In order to pay off debts, this club has become a complete shell.

However, the headquarters, which should have been peaceful, was filled with many people in the hall in front.

Fatty Ning and Tian followed Old Dirk as he approached, and Old Dirk himself looked puzzled.

A group of people crowded anxiously in the office of the club leader.

"What's going on?" Old Dirk casually asked a familiar person aside about the situation.

"Old Dirk, you are back and something is going to happen." The man looked panicked, but after seeing that it was Old Dirk, his expression suddenly calmed down a lot. ..

"What happened?" Old Dirk's keen intuition told him that something bad had happened.

"They're selling the club," the man said, almost crying.

"What are you talking about?" Old Dirk, who was usually calm and composed, was so frightened that he lost his voice.

"Sell it to whom and why?" Old Dirk's eyes were a little red, but his tone began to become cold.

I don't know where an old man got his strength, but he managed to squeeze into the crowd with brute force. In the blink of an eye, he was overwhelmed by the crowd.

Many managers of the club, part-time elf fans, team leaders who came for trial training, and even some bank personnel, etc., surrounded the place.

Fatty Ning and Tian had to look at each other helplessly. It seemed that they were unlucky today and came at the wrong time.

This Old Nori Club is a club controlled by a consortium in the Hoenn region. Just like the Sumitomo Group in the Kanto region, it is also an extremely prominent business family.

However, after more than ten years of operation, the club has been losing money year after year, with no sign of profit. The poor situation has finally worn away the patience of the family's senior management.

The top management decided to sell the brightest pearl among the family's many businesses this year.

"Tell me, Alice, this isn't true." An angry roar came from the room, coming from Old Dirk.

The old man's body was trembling, but his voice was ringing.

The noisy room suddenly became quiet. When they saw that the person shouting was the most respected old man in the club, people became even quieter.

"Alice, what is going on?" Old Dirk asked again, but he could hear the anger, exhaustion and weakness.

"Uncle Dirk, don't get angry yet. This is the intention of the family's senior management. I haven't decided yet."

The person who spoke was none other than Alice, the top person in charge and owner of the Old Nori Club and a young member of the Ike family.

Two years ago, she inherited this mess from her late, useless father.

I thought that with my business strength, even if I couldn't advance, I should be able to successfully avoid relegation.

She even turned losses into profits, gradually improved the club's performance, and finally regained the honors of her grandfather's time. This was her beautiful idea.

But the cruel reality slapped her hard in the face. Elf training and fighting was no easier than the business path.

"I don't care about your family's intentions. Alice, tell me what you think." Old Dirk stared at Alice closely.

"This, I'm thinking about."

But Alice's eyes were a little dodgey. She had to be cautious when facing the most senior man in the club.

Nowadays, the commercialization of clubs is an inevitable trend.

But Old Dirk is the person most opposed to commercialization in the club.

He believes that running the club as a company is the greatest insult to Elf Duel.

Arena tickets, merchandise and television broadcasts are the club's traditional revenue sources.

But what is more popular now is to process and package the image rights of players and elves after being promoted by the media, and convert them into endorsement fees.

These commercial interests are the essence of today's club profitability.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to buy any capable trainers with tickets in this era.

Some young trainers with some ability are worth hundreds or even tens of millions due to the media's hype.

Money is very important

But the most terrible thing is the style of this club, which uses the most ordinary elves to bring the most gorgeous battles.

Based on this core concept, Aldenori is destined not to sign contracts or train trainers with powerful elves.

Those sponsors will not spend money to endorse elves with mediocre looks and temperament.

Alice rubbed the corners of her eyes tiredly. The family had issued an ultimatum.

In the eyes of the Ike family, things that cannot make money are garbage, garbage that can be turned into profit is treasure, and money is everything.

Of course, in the past, with the status of Alice's grandfather, the pressure from the family was all blocked by the iron-fisted old man.

But with the death of the original owner, the family began to completely influence the management of the club.

In fact, when Alice's incompetent father accepted the club, the family also sent many people to temporarily manage the club.

But their arrival made the club worse.

The club is not just a company.

"Uncle Dirk, the family gave me an ultimatum. They will let the bank collect the rented venues and equipment."

"Of course, there is also Odenori, a holy place that carries the memories of generations. The family leaders are planning to sell it."

"But" before Old Dirk finished speaking, he was interrupted by Alice raising her hand.

"Uncle Dirk, I know what you are going to say, but I also have my own difficulties. There is nothing I can do. Please forgive me."

"Alice, you can't do this. This is Old Nori, but here." Old Dirk clasped his hands, filled with grief, anger and disbelief.

"Uncle Dirk, I just ask you one question, can we get better in this new season?"

Alice looked at the dull old man in front of her, with heartache in her expression. After all, for Alice, the old man was one of the few people she could trust.

"It's getting better." Old Dirk's voice was trembling.

"I don't mean relegation, but promotion. If we can do it, then I can survive for another year with the only strength I have in my family."

Alice's words are full of confidence and grace as a strong business woman.

"Advanced this year"

Not to mention Old Dirk's hands, when he heard the words "promoted this year", his whole body began to tremble unnaturally.

Don’t look down on the D-League because it is the lowest level.

This is Hoenn, not an area like Kanto where you can’t even dig your feet in the food. Even the lowest level league is worth watching.

In the Fengyuan region, the level of competition is high and the competition is fierce, far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

"Today, today is the trial day. Let's take a look at the players who are about to sign with us." This time, it was Old Dirk's turn to avoid Alice's gaze.

"Uncle Dirk, are you avoiding my question?" Alice kept looking at him.

Old Dirk didn't answer the club owner's words. It wasn't that he ignored the airborne girl, but that he really didn't know how to answer.

He fell into deep thought for a long time, and suddenly he remembered a joke made by the fat man among the two people who came with him today.

Joining Aldnorie, four championships in four years, and single-handedly bringing Aldnorie back to the First Division, creating a great feat that has never been done before and will never be done again.

This crazy statement without any basis in reality was simply ignored by Old Dirk at the beginning. How could it be taken seriously as a joke among young people.

But now that I think about it, there is indeed something weird here.

In the subsequent exchanges, Old Dirk knew that the fat man was not a layman who knew nothing. He knew a lot about the elf circle.

Even Odenori, a club that has long been forgotten by most people, has a certain understanding of it.

Upon further inquiry, it turns out that both of them are students at Takasaki Elf University, and they are preparatory students who have taken the elite class examination. They are really formidable.

But such a person would tell such a joke?

What concerned the old man most was his expression when he said these words.

It was a joke, but what was going on with that serious expression?

Is the person sitting next to him, the student with the giant sting bee, really that powerful?

"Let's have a trial training first." Old Dirk still said the same thing.

"Uncle Dirk, you didn't answer my question." Alice interrupted.

Alice knew that Uncle Dirk was actually escaping from reality.

The contestants who came this season were all crooked, and she, a layperson in the elf dueling circle, could see that.

However, since Uncle Dirk insists on doing this, Alice can only do it first. After all, he is also a senior member of the club.

Moreover, the plan for the trial training was originally part of today's agenda, and the reply from the family's senior management would not be postponed until now.

"By the way, let other people be responsible for the trial training. I have to meet someone and have a good talk with that person."

"Alice, look."

Old Dirk hurriedly looked out the door, but the crowd blocked his view.

"Leave it to someone else to take responsibility," Alice was surprised.

In the past, the person in charge of trial training has always been personally controlled by the old man and never handed over to anyone else.

But today, it was left to someone else. Alice was puzzled. She clearly saw that the old man glanced outside just now.

She is looking at who is more important than the life and death of the club.

Can that man save the club?

do not know

However, the trial training is about to begin, and the trainers who signed the initial contract have been waiting outside for a long time.

Alice stood up, simply adjusted her makeup, and after temporarily appeasing everyone, she walked to the only duel field owned by the club.