Skilled in managing a house

After hearing this, Zhang Yu wanted to send them all down. But Zhang Yu knew that if he did this, the Wudang Taoist Football Team would lose all face. Especially for Taoist temples, a good reputation has not been established, but a bad reputation has been publicized.

He suppressed the anger in his heart and thought about what to do? It's absolutely impossible to punish everyone at once. We can only deal with the leader first. But in the current situation, just cleaning up Ren Gan might not be enough.

At this stall, Brother Biao couldn't bear it any longer. He pointed at Ren Gan and shouted: "Boy! You are provoking me. Believe it or not, I am rude to you!"

If this were an ordinary person, he would have been convinced at that time, but Ren Gan shouted without fear: "You still want to fight? Come on! Who is afraid of whom!"

"That's right! Who's afraid of who?" "Come on!" "Just fight!" All the players shouted.

After all, the players train every day. Although Brother Biao's side is very aggressive, anyone can see that if the two sides start a fight, it will definitely be Brother Biao's group who gets beaten.

Zhang Yu quickly made a gesture to stop Brother Biao to prevent the situation from getting serious. He then muttered a few words in Brother Biao's ear.

Brother Biao had a puzzled look on his face, as if he didn't understand what Zhang Yu meant. Zhang Yu smiled slightly and said, "Go quickly."

"Okay." Brother Biao nodded and immediately led the people away.

Seeing Brother Biao leading the people away, the players all became proud, especially Ren Qian, who grinned and said: "Mr. Zhang, what do you think we will do about this matter? Give us an explanation today, otherwise, you will be happy to find out in the future." Whoever plays football, let him play football, we won’t take care of him anyway.”

"Don't worry, don't worry, I will give you an explanation." Zhang Yu said with a faint smile.

"Okay! Let's see what you say!" Ren Gan curled his lips and said.

However, several players expressed concern and deliberately said: "It can't be that they are looking for someone again." "Do you really want to fight!".

Zhang Yu laughed and said: "I am a gentle man, and I will not do such things as fights. You will know later, and I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

The two sides faced off like this. After about half an hour, a group of people came outside the training ground, led by Brother Da Biao.

The number of people was not that large, it was still the same, but next to Brother Biao, there was also a Taoist priest. This Taoist priest was wearing a brand new Taoist robe, he was fat and strong, and he had a beard. He was Wang Jie.

In addition, one of the men on the other side of Brother Biao was carrying a suitcase, and he didn't know what it contained.

Soon, these people came to Zhang Yu's side. Wang Jie glanced at Zhang Yu curiously, then stretched out his left palm and said in a dignified manner: "Uncle Master, may I ask what you want me to do here?"

He was several years older than Zhang Yu. When everyone heard that he called Zhang Yu uncle, they couldn't help but be a little confused. What was going on?

Especially Zhang Yu also found a Taoist priest to do something, perform some rituals?

Zhang Yu nodded lightly and introduced: "He is my nephew, the master of Wudang Taoist Temple. Our football team is named after Wudang Taoist Temple, and everyone knows it. I'm calling him here now. There is something I want to tell you."

"Don't say so many useless things. How on earth will our matter be resolved? Didn't you say that you want to give us an explanation?" Ren Gan shouted.

"You are all football players and you train every day. I guess there shouldn't be any problems with running and physical fitness, right?" Zhang Yu asked calmly.

"Nonsense! Of course there is no problem!" "We are professional players!" "Who are you looking down on!" Ren Gan and others immediately shouted dissatisfied.

"Professional players." Zhang Yu nodded with a smile and said, "I like to hear this sentence. You train every day and then compete. This is your profession. If we really win all of you, you will be unemployed."

"What do you mean!" "I really thought we wouldn't be able to find the team if we left here!" "That's not true, we have played in the National Super League before!" When these people heard what Zhang Yu meant, they They all shouted.

"I have played in the National Super League, but now I can't even play in the National League. I really don't see how high you are? Don't you want a salary increase? I, Zhang Yu, have always been generous to those who have the ability. I want to increase my salary." The salary is fine, but at least you have to show some strength." As he spoke, Zhang Yu pointed to Wang Jie beside him and said, "Have you seen him? He is just a Taoist priest, and his figure is not as good as yours. Among you, If anyone can outrun him, I’ll double your salary, among other things.”

Zhang Yu made another gesture to Brother Da Biao.

Brother Biao took the suitcase and opened it. There was a box full of banknotes inside.

Seeing so much money, all the players were a little jealous, even Wang Jie's eyes were gleaming.

"Here is 10 million. If you race against him, as long as you beat him, the money will be yours too!" Zhang Yu said seriously.

"That's him!" "Really or not!" "Aren't you kidding me! Let me compete with him!" After hearing this, the players immediately became energetic.

Although Wang Jie is tall and thick, he is also fat and strong, with a big belly. Such a player, these players who train every day, how can they take him seriously. Everyone shouted, and many thought Zhang Yu was joking.

If it wasn't a joke, it would be disrespectful. If you can't even run away from this fat man, just commit suicide.

Wang Jie was confused after hearing this. If he asked himself to run, would he be able to outrun others? What do you mean, Uncle Master? Is it because you spend too much money?

Zhang Yu smiled confidently and said: "Of course it's true. But let's start with the ugly talk. If you win, the ten million will be yours and your salary will be doubled, but what if you can't beat him? "

"How can we not win?" "We really think we have free food every day!" "If I can't even outrun him, I will jump into the Huangpu River!" Everyone shouted with disdain.

"Don't tell me that it's useless. Even if you lose, I won't let you jump into the river. So, let's be serious!" Zhang Yu said seriously.

"If we lose, we will do whatever we are told!" Ren Gan said first.

"Yes, if we lose, we will do whatever is asked of us." "That's right." "That's right.".

Zhang Yu nodded with satisfaction and said, "If you lose, train me well and compete well."

Then, he pointed at Wang Jie and said: "He will be your teacher from now on. He will teach you how to practice and let you see what Wudang Football is." Zhang Yu finally pointed at Ren Qian, "You are the old man. Honestly give me three stops!"

The so-called three suspensions mean suspension of training, suspension of competition and suspension of salary.

When Ren Gan saw Zhang Yu pointing at him in the end, his heart trembled, and he was a little worried. But looking at Wang Jie's arrogance, how could he lose to him, so he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay! Who is afraid of whom? We don't have football yet, so why aren't we the Wu-Tang Clan? Come on, tell us how we compare!"