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Hengda Football School.
Located in Pingshan District, Pengcheng City, it is a private football school.
Since there is no government subsidy, tuition is very expensive, costing at least 50,000 to 60,000 yuan 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 ????providing talents for the national football team.
They regard those children who like to play football as their own money-making machines, and ask for various fees from their parents openly and covertly.
They also turn a blind eye to the coach¡¯s taking of bribes.
This is the case with the principal of Hengda Football School.
Because coaches are the lifeblood of a football school, especially those coaches who have brought out stars, they are the backbone of the football school.
??As long as during the recruitment process, say that a certain star has played for this coach and been coached by him.
That¡¯s why you can enter the club and become a star that everyone is looking for, making money makes your legs weak.
As long as they are there, it is the best living advertisement.
Therefore, there will be a steady stream of children, led by their parents, coming to the football school to sign up for practice, and the football school will be able to make more money.
If things go on like this, once the interest chain is formed, it will be difficult to break it.
If anyone does not understand the rules and breaks this rule, he will become a public enemy in this circle.
Therefore, those parents could only swallow their anger and dare not speak out about the coach's receiving the red envelope.
If your family is wealthy, pay your bills obediently. If your family conditions are not good, it doesn't matter. Then your children will sit on the bench and don't even think about playing. Anyway, it doesn't matter if they lose the game.
Yang Fei took Xiaotian¡¯s family to find the coach of the football school. The coach was a fat man with a fat head and big ears, his eyes were narrowed into slits, and there were bursts of grease around his mouth.
At this time, a youth friendly match was being held on the field.
The coach named Fu Weipeng was sitting on a stool playing with his mobile phone, with a cigarette in his mouth and shouting at the court from time to time.
Yang Fei walked up to him, looked at him and said, "You are Xiaotian's coach, right?"
Fu Weipeng took a puff of cigarette and looked at Yang Fei doubtfully, "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is, why do you let a boy who loves football deeply and has superb skills sit on the bench?"
Fu Weipeng couldn't help laughing, "If you don't understand, don't push me. The players who can play are all better than him. He will only be embarrassed if he goes up. Do you want me to give up the whole game for a player with poor skills?" Game? Sorry, I am the coach and I must be responsible for every game."
He held his head high and spoke with dignity, as if he were God.
"You're talking nonsense. The last time you were at my house, you clearly said that my son has excellent football skills and is outstanding compared to his peers." The boy's father said angrily.
"Did I say this? Why don't I remember? Let me tell you, it's best not to talk nonsense without evidence. Be careful, I will sue you for libel!"
"You" The boy's father stared angrily at the coach, but had nothing to say.
Yang Fei patted his shoulder and signaled him not to be impulsive.
Then he walked up to Fu Weipeng and said coldly: "It is because of a bunch of worms like you that the national football team has not been able to play in the World Cup for so many years. Because you have no sportsmanship at all and just regard football as a means of making profits. Regardless of the Olympic spirit, this is still the youth stage, which is the time to lay the foundation for Chinese football. As a result, you were rotten from the beginning. No wonder this time the national football team cannot even play in a small country that has been in war all year round. You coaches have to do it for This bears the greatest responsibility.¡±
"Why are you pretending to be so cool in front of me? You have nothing to do when you are full, right?"
"What does it mean that we have to bear the greatest responsibility? Do you know football? Do you know what total offense and total defense are, and what anti-offside tactics are? You are here to show off to me, get out!"
Fu Weipeng was stabbed in a sore spot by Yang Fei, and he got angry and cursed.
Yang Fei wanted to go up and beat him up, but considering that there were still children around, he gave up the idea.
Yang Fei knelt down and looked at Xiaotian, "Xiaotian, do you really want to go up and compete?"
Xiaotian nodded fiercely, wiped his nose, and choked: "I I want to participate in the competition."
Looking at the children flying wantonly on the green field, Xiaotian's eyes were filled with longing.
¡°Okay, I promise you, you can play in the game later!"
Fu Weipeng heard this and sneered, "Do you really think of yourself as the principal? Who dares to play in the game without my approval?"
Yang Fei glanced at him and ignored him.
He comforted Xiaotian¡¯s parents again, and then left.
When Fu Weipeng saw Yang Fei leaving, he mocked disdainfully: "Boy, aren't you awesome? Stay here and continue to show off?"
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The office of the principal of Hengda Football School, Dong Liang, the owner of the football school.
At this time, he was having a loving interaction with Xiao Mi, and he was just one step away from hitting a home run.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
He quickly pushed the hot secretary away and shouted out the door in annoyance: "Who the hell is this!"
Yang Fei pushed the door open and walked in, "Are you the principal of Hengda Football School?"
"Yes, who are you? What's the matter?"
Dong Liang was a little scared when he saw a strange young man coming in. Could it be that he was Xiao Mi¡¯s suitor?
¡°I don¡¯t know if your football school is interested in transferring, please quote a price!¡± Yang Fei said lightly.
Dong Liang frowned and stared at Yang Fei, "Buy my school? Which company are you a representative of?"
"You don't have to worry about that, you just need to quote a price."
Dong Liang sneered, "Our school is on the rise, with annual revenue of tens of millions, and the country strongly supports grassroots football education. The future development is bright. Do you think we will transfer the football school to you? Do you think I am Idiot?"
"So, no matter how much money I pay, you won't sell it?"
"Yes, this football school is a hot commodity. I just spent 20 million to expand the stadium and renovate the equipment. I am so stupid that I will sell it to you! Get away as far as you want!"
Yang Fei looked calm when he heard this, smiled and said, "Then don't cry then."
He already had a plan in mind, so he stopped talking nonsense and left Dong Liang's office directly.
¡°I regret it, damn, if I regret it, I will be your grandson!¡± Dong Liang¡¯s roaring voice came from behind.
Yang Fei already had a plan when he left. He found Zhao Yaxin and asked her to send someone from the company to handle the matter.
The person who came to assist Yang Fei was Zhao Yaxin¡¯s newly recruited assistant, named Du Xiaolan. He is 23 years old and has just graduated from the School of Management of Beijing University. He is proficient in English, Korean and Japanese and has strong business ability.
Du Xiaolan originally had the opportunity to work in a Fortune 500 company, but I don¡¯t know what method Zhao Yaxin used to trick her into Wanye Investment.
"Boss, what are your orders?" Du Xiaolan was wearing a professional skirt, with her graceful figure clearly visible and her face delicate and round. She was a rare beauty.
"Help me check, apart from Hengda Football School, what other football schools are there in Pengcheng? Find the smaller ones for me, right away!"
"Okay, boss." Du Xiaolan heard this and hurriedly checked.
After a while, she came back with a piece of information in her hand.
"Boss, these are the three football schools in poor operating conditions in Pengcheng except Hengda Football School. They are the Enyang Football School in Bantian, the Yingde Football School in Baoan, and the third football school in Longda. Dagen Football School in Hong Kong.¡±
"Among them, Yingde Football School has the worst operating conditions. It is the smallest among the three football schools. It currently has the fewest students at the school, with only 130 students and eight coaches. In addition, I also checked online. Well, their school currently has a debt of 10 million and is looking for investors.¡±
Du Xiaolan is indeed a top student at Beijing University, and her work efficiency is very high. In less than half an hour, she perfectly solved the task assigned by Yang Fei.
Yang Fei was very satisfied with this and couldn't help but praise her a few words.
¡°Then according to you, how much value does this Yingde Football School have left?¡± Yang Fei asked.
"Based on public information, the current market value of Yingde Football School is approximately 25.6 million yuan, excluding the 10 million yuan debt."
Yang Fei nodded, and then said: "Please help me send a letter of intention to acquire to the principal of Yingde Football School. I will bid 40 million RMB!"
"Forty million? Boss, is forty million a bit too much? I think thirty million is enough!" Du Xiaolan suggested.
"It's only 40 million, your boss, I'm not short of money!" Yang Fei smiled lightly.
Du Xiaolan opened her mouth wide and looked at Yang Fei in surprise, why is this boss so wealthy?
Can you save any money? Could it be that there is too much money to use up?
She was really right. Yang Fei now has more money than he can use up.
And the more I use it, the more feedback I receive from the system every day.
A mere ten million dollars is nothing to him. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)She was indeed right. Yang Fei now had more money than he could use out.
And the more I use it, the more feedback I receive from the system every day.
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