"Great!" An old Tan Xianglun almost jumped up excitedly, rubbing his hands and said, "How much should we pay for the signing fee? It is said that Ta'an paid 350 million, or we..."

He Yuzheng took a sip of tea: "30 million."

Tan Xianglun was startled: "Thirty million... Euro?"

"Renminbi. Go and make an offer." He Yuzheng said lightly.

If you have the ability, you can drop your worth dozens of times.

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Chapter 72 Divorce

In the end, Tan Xianglun failed to win more money and made an offer with 30 million yuan. Among the dozen or so teams competing for Jiang Fang in Asia, this 30 million yuan was probably the only eight-digit bid.

Jiang Fang’s transfer turmoil lasted for nearly a month. True and false news continued to appear on the stage in the news media and were debunked. Until one day at the end of October, Jiang Fang’s coach in the UK mysteriously revealed in an interview: "My pride, Jiang Fang, the best striker in Asia, has already selected the team to be transferred to."

He Yuzheng was attending a cocktail party that night. As the seasons change in the past few days, he has a cold and his head is stuffy. After finishing the communication and greetings that should be done, he stood in the corner with champagne, folded his hands on his chest, and made an unwelcome gesture. The attitude of chatting, those who understand will naturally understand.

But from a certain moment this night, most of the people present suddenly came over to toast him and congratulate him.

After drinking three glasses of wine in a daze, He Yuzheng finally grabbed the wrist of an elder in front of him: "Mr. Qin, it was a month ago that I won the land in South America, you don't have to... ."

"What!" Qin Xun looked at He Yuzheng jokingly: "You're still hiding a good thing with me? Everyone knows it!"

As he said that, Qin Xun suddenly raised his wine glass and said loudly: "Let's all congratulate Zhengzheng together!"

When He Yuzheng grew up, it was rare for He Yuzheng to be unable to control his expression, but at this moment, he looked at the business elites who were raising their glasses in a stagnant, even stupid way, and muttered in his heart, is there a gold mine dug under the ground in South America?

"I'll have to reserve one for me in the stadium in the future. I'll reserve it first, don't forget!" Qin Xun said solemnly.

"The stadium?" He Yuzheng smacked repeatedly.

"I have to buy a row of seats when Jiang Fang appeared in the game, and invite my clients to watch it." Another middle-aged man who was not familiar with He Yuzheng also said with a cheerful expression.

He Yuzheng was stunned for a moment. Everyone at the reception was still talking about the breaking news that had just been confirmed. The words "Jiang Fang" and "Sheng He" kept appearing. He Yuzheng seemed to have guessed that these people were discussing But the content was too outrageous and unbelievable, and just as his face gradually turned blue, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

It was Tan Xianglun who called, He Yuzheng frowned and hung up the phone.

But then, other people's phones, WeChat, including He Yuzheng's personal mailbox were filled with messages. All the messages in Chinese, English, and Latin languages ​​all explained the same thing: Jiang Fang's signature Saint Wo FC.

"Is he crazy?" He Yuzheng turned off his mobile phone and said this through gritted teeth when he got home.

Except for He Yuzheng that night, everyone in Shenghe and all the fans in China were celebrating. The house where He Yuzheng lived should have good sound insulation, but he even felt that he heard the excited family downstairs. Shout out "Jiang Fang".

Tan Xianglun's phone was finally connected to He Yuzheng at two in the morning that day. He Yuzheng sat on the balcony with a wine glass in his hand, and said in a cold tone, "I see, you don't need to report."

"Tomorrow Jiang Fang will come back to China with me! All his things have been sent back, Mr. He, we got him!"

"..." He Yuzheng hung up Tan Xianglun's phone again. He wanted to give Tan Xianglun a lesson, but Tan Xianglun seemed to be cheered by a crowd of people, and he wouldn't listen to his words at all.

"There is no harm in him coming here." In WeChat, He Hui was a very sober person, and he analyzed to He Yuzheng one by one how much help Jiang Fang would be to Sheng He after he arrived.

"He is now a world-class star, and football is the world's No. 1 sport. The exposure he can bring to Shenghe is immeasurable."

"Although the sports industry is booming recently, Shenghe Sports is indeed going downhill. I believe you will not fail to understand how much he has added to Shenghe Sports."

"Let's be more intuitive. Do you know how many digits he has for his endorsements? Even if he sells my entire base, it can't compare to how much sponsorship he can bring when he arrives at Shenghe? Have you counted it?"

He Yuzheng turned off the phone, his stomach started to hurt again, and the eyes that were pierced by the moonlight also started to hurt. His eyes slowly turned red, remembering the last message he sent to Jiang Fang eight years ago.

At that time, the family showed him photos of Jiang Fang and Cui Shu entering and leaving an apartment in Manchester together. There were many photos, some in the morning and in the evening, and some of them came back from shopping in the supermarket together.

Jiang Fang was always expressionless, but Cui Shu was full of smiles.

For more than a year since Jiang Fang left, He Yuzheng continued to send him messages. He obtained various news about Jiang Fang through Jiang Huan, the Internet and the news. Although Jiang Fang did not reply to a single one, he always had an obsession. It seems that as long as the news can be sent out, the two of them are not completely over.

Until he saw those dazzling, almost bizarre photos.

"I don't like you anymore." This was the last message He Yuzheng sent to Jiang Fang, and then he deleted Jiang Fang. Every contact method was deleted, and he no longer listened to others. When I mentioned Jiang Fang in front of me, gradually, everyone kept it a secret, trying not to mention in front of He Yuzheng the person who started to shine in Europe and was gradually seen by the world.

Then why come back? Is it because you really have a pure heart for the place where the dream started?

Or is it because there is nothing left, looking for a place to retire where he is king?