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In the evening, Beijing Hotel, luxury box.
Yang Fei and the generals of Dream Energy celebrated in the box.
"You gave me a good meal today, and you give me a good kick next time." Yang Fei said.
"Boss, what do you think of my three consecutive shots today? Are they handsome?" Li Fangzhou, who was sitting on Yang Fei's left, came over and asked.
Yang Fei turned his head, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Not bad, keep working hard. If you perform so well today, your salary will be doubled next month."
"Wow! Boss, you are so good!" Li Fangzhou became excited and picked up the wine glass. "Boss, I want to toast you. Thank you for giving us hope."
After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp.
¡°Boss, I¡¯d like to toast you too.¡±
"Boss, thank you."
"Thanks to you, boss, we have this opportunity."
Everyone at Meng Energy stood up and toasted.
"Hahaha, I just gave you a platform, you still have to rely on yourself."
After speaking, Yang Fei picked up the glass and drank it down, stood up, and shouted: "Can the world know how powerful our Chinese football is?"
"able!"
Everyone in Meng Energy shouted in unison.
"Hahaha, okay, then let me play well! Then I will take you to play in the European Cup! After finishing the game, I will take you to the World Cup! Let those foreigners know the strength of our Chinese football!"
Yang Fei was also brought in and became excited, then poured himself a glass of wine, "Here! Let's do it!"
"Dry!!"
"Dry!"
After finishing the drink, Li Fangzhou frowned, obviously having something on his mind.
Yang Fei noticed, "Xiaozhou? What's the matter with you?"
"Boss, can we really go to the European Cup? We are not qualified to go to the European Cup yet." Li Fangzhou looked at Yang Fei.
After hearing this, everyone at Meng Energy looked at Yang Fei in unison. It was their dream to participate in the European Cup.
"Hahaha, don't worry." Yang Fei laughed, "I was planning to tell you that I will get you the qualifications in a week."
Really?
Li Fangzhou and other Meng Energy players stared wide-eyed.
¡°You just focus on training and leave the rest to me!¡± Yang Fei said with a smile.
"Boss, thank you." After Li Fangzhou finished speaking, he bowed to Yang Fei.
¡°Thank you, boss!¡±
Everyone at Meng Energy bowed in unison.
"Lift it up for me! Kick the ball for me is the greatest reward for me." Yang Fei said.
"yes!"
Everyone in Meng Energy raised their heads and shouted.
Yang Fei looked at this group of people and smiled. It seemed that he had not misjudged the person!
Three days later, early morning.
The sun has just risen and the whole city is waking up.
On the outskirts of Beijing, there is a private football field.
"1, 2, 3"
A group of young guys wearing red jerseys were running and training on the football field, shouting slogans.
At this time, a black Rolls-Royce stopped at the entrance of the football stadium.
A man wearing a black suit, small leather shoes, and sunglasses stepped out of the car and walked into the football stadium.
As soon as the man arrived at the football field, all the players who were training trotted up to him.
"boss."
Li Fangzhou and other Dream Energy players said hello in unison.
"How has your training been recently?" Yang Fei took off his sunglasses and asked.
"Boss, you can rest assured that we will train according to Ronaldo's training methods." Li Fangzhou replied.
"Well, keep practicing." Yang Fei nodded.
"Boss, are you here today?" Li Fangzhou asked curiously.
Yang Fei smiled slightly, "Do you remember what I told you last time that I would help you qualify for the European Cup?"
"Isn't it boss? Is it going to be fine so soon?"
The members of Meng Energy looked at Yang Fei in surprise.
"Hey, today I'm here to take you to the Tianchao Football Association to apply for qualifications to participate in international competitions. Get ready and leave immediately." Yang Fei said with a smile.
"yes!"
The team members are all in high spirits.
"Okay, meet at the door in ten minutes." Yang Fei smiled slightly and said.??Left.
The members of Meng Energy looked at each other for a few seconds.
Suddenly, everyone screamed.
"yeah!!"
¡°We are going to the European Cup!¡±
"Long live the boss!"
"Long live the boss!"
All team members hugged each other to celebrate.
Ten minutes later, several Rolls-Royces slowly drove out of the football stadium.
Xizhaosi Street, Chongwen District, Dongcheng District, Beijing.
There were several pedestrians buying breakfast standing at the door of the breakfast restaurant on the street, and vehicles were passing by on the street.
The office building of China Football Association, the only individual sports association in China with independent development, independent management and independent supervision, is located on this street.
Many employees at the entrance of the Tianchao Football Association office building walked into the building with breakfast.
One by one, the staff in suits went to their respective posts and started today's work.
At this time, five black Rolls-Royces stopped at the door.
More than ten people got out of the car.
"Wow, the last time I came here was when the team was just established." Li Fangzhou said with emotion as he looked at the building.
"Yes, it was very difficult for us to create a team at the beginning. I didn't expect that when we come here again, we will apply to participate in the European Cup."
"Hey, thanks to the boss, otherwise we might have no hope in this life."
Everyone at Meng Energy was filled with emotion.
"Stop chatting, let's go in."
After Yang Fei finished speaking, he walked in with a few pieces of information.
The people from Meng Energy also followed.
After a few simple procedures, Yang Fei led Meng Energy to a conference hall.
There are five middle-aged people sitting on the podium in the hall. These five are the current five senior directors of the Chinese Football Association, who are also the spokespersons of the Football Association.
Yang Fei walked up to the podium and handed them the information on Dream Energy.
And everyone from Meng Energy stood behind and waited.
The five directors looked at the information in their hands and carefully looked at the people in the audience.
After a while, a director compiled the information and gave it to Yang Fei.
¡°You can¡¯t participate,¡± the director said.
"Why?" Yang Fei frowned.
Everyone in Meng Energy behind him suddenly became nervous.
"Why?" At this time, a director with fat eyes spoke, "Does your Dream Energy have any award-winning records? No! Does your Dream Energy have experience in participating in competitions? No!"
The obese director stood up and said, "What qualifications do you have to participate?"
Yang Fei frowned immediately.
As soon as these words came out, everyone in Meng Energy lowered their heads.
They really don¡¯t have a good record. The best record is that they defeated Evergrande earlier. However, Evergrande is only an upper-middle-class team, and they are indeed not eligible to apply.
"Okay, let's go quickly. You can't pass. We have other things to do." The fat director rolled his eyes at them.
Meng Energy¡¯s heavy responsibility looked at each other for a few times and nodded.
Just when they were about to go out, Yang Fei spoke.
"Stop!"
Everyone at Meng Energy suddenly stopped and looked at Yang Fei.
Yang Fei was seen staring at the fat director.
"You mean our strength is not enough?" Yang Fei said angrily.
"Hmph, don't you know your own strength? Leave quickly!" The fat director became obviously impatient.
"you!"
At this time, everyone in Meng Energy stared at the obese director.
"Leave it to me." Yang Fei raised his hand, then looked at the fat director with a smile, "You said our team has no record, I don't deny it, but you said our team has no strength, I don't agree, how about you arrange it Can a first-tier team compete with us?"
"Who do you think you are? I'm still competing with you, so hurry up, hurry up!"
The fat director waved his hand away disdainfully. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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