Chapter Twenty-Eight: Domestic Fame
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"What is this?"
The middle-aged man was stunned: "Chinese players? It's a familiar name, who is it? ”
Looking at pinyin, the middle-aged man couldn't remember the player's name, but he still read the report carefully.
Later, the middle-aged man returned to the newsstand and bought a Mainz newspaper.
Mainz and Munich are not far apart, and newspapers are also interconnected.
This middle-aged man is actually a reporter named Yang Gang.
That year, Yang Chen came to France to play in Frankfurt, and "Football Herald" sent Yang Gang to report with the team.
But the year before last, Yang Chen left, but fortunately, there was another Xie Hui.
As a result, Xie Hui didn't play a few games throughout the year, let alone score goals, and in this situation, Yang Gang's status in the newspaper is declining.
If it weren't for the fact that he knows German, and there is a Bayern Munich on the German side, I'm afraid he would have returned to China a long time ago.
I can't write any good news reports recently, Yang Gang also wants to look at the local newspaper to see if he can find anything interesting, and he can go to the interview and send it back to the top, and he found the news about the Chinese central defender in Mainz, who scored two goals in a row and set a record in the German Second Division.
After identifying several newspapers and confirming each other, Yang Gang rushed back to his residence, wrote hard, typed out a manuscript, and sent it back to China.
In less than a moment, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper called: "Yang Gang, are you sure?" ”
"Sure? Oh! Sure, this is what I have seen with my own eyes and heard with my own ears, although I have not yet gone to the interview, but I can be sure that this person is Wang Zhen, the captain of the Chengdu 18th Squadron who led the 18th Middle School to win the championship this year, he joined Mainz and performed well. ”
The other end of the phone pondered for a moment: "Yang Gang, don't make up news in order to keep your job." ”
"Editor-in-chief, this is true, I vouch for my personality!"
"Good! Well done, today, I will approve the note, work overtime to print, tomorrow Monday, take the opportunity to have a big one! The editor-in-chief seemed so pleased that he did not think about anything else.
At the end, the other end of the phone said excitedly: "This issue is a big explosion, but you must interview him himself, and the next issue will definitely create a sales record!" ”
Before and after the World Cup, Chinese overseas players suffered huge blows of varying degrees.
Of all the foreign players who can be regarded as successful, I am afraid that Li Tie is the only one.
Ma Mingyu sat on the cold bench in Italy for a season, Yang Chen returned to China, Xie Hui lost to the German Second Division, Fan Zhiyi suddenly began to wander around after a short period of glory in Crystal Palace, and has now gone to Hong Kong to play, Sun Jihai is not bad, can have stable playing time, but it is by no means a success.
At this time, there was such a character as Wang Zhen, not what the breaking point was.
On the same day, "Football Pioneer" set a sales record for the year in major cities across the country, and fans also knew at this time that there was such a character as Wang Zhen in Chinese football.
On the same day, on the emerging QQ, a lot of football exchange groups suddenly sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and the new and new human beings began to communicate football on the Internet in a simpler way than the forum, the core point, of course, is the new Wang Zhen.
On the other hand, the "Football Newspaper" newspaper has a solemn atmosphere in the editor-in-chief's office.
The fat-headed editor-in-chief angrily threw down a newspaper, which was the Monday issue of the Football Herald.
"You guys don't know anything about such a big deal?"
Several reporters were submissive, and one of them, a thin reporter with glasses, was not afraid of things, picked up the newspaper, read through the headlines on the front page carefully, and looked up at his boss: "Editor-in-chief, this is fake news!" ”
"Huh?"
"Yes, fake!" This reporter is very determined: "First of all, Wang Zhen I know, is a striker, to be exact, Dazhongfeng, and the person in the newspaper is a central defender, and secondly, I once saw Wang Zhen's name on a team report, Wang Zhen is now playing in Shanghai!" ”
"What? Zhao Tong, don't brag to me, what you said is true? ”
"That's right!" Zhao Tong was sure: "What I said is true." ”
The editor-in-chief hammered his fist and squinted his eyes slightly: "In that case, we will report on this matter on Tuesday, and you write me an article to refute the football pioneers for making up news for the sake of sales, in addition, the rhetoric is a little more intense, even if it damages Wang Zhen, a player, there is nothing to scruple about." ”
"I understand, I understand, I'll write it right away!"
The next day, the "Football Newspaper" reported the front page headline, typing a row: "Wang Zhen, the new star of the German Second Division? In order to be famous, there is no discipline, and the moths in the industry are really hateful! ”
The newspaper hyped it up, saying that Wang Zhen, a stinky player, was embarrassed to collude with the Football Herald in order to become famous and deceive fans.
The scolding is so ugly that everything is done.
In one day, things have changed 180 degrees, QQ was not a famous software, but this year, after the QQ group function was opened, it quickly occupied the chat software market, forcing MSN into a corner, and a large number of football groups of this software company were also disbanded instantly, and a small number of groups remained, all for ridicule, after all, life is stressful, and entertainment is a lot.
Another battlefield, the Baidu post bar just inside, the Wang Zhen bar that was established, was originally to use the trend to do publicity, but it became a joke in an instant, and Baidu's senior management decided to keep this post bar and use it specifically to complain about football.
In the editor-in-chief office of the football pioneer, the editor-in-chief dialed Yang Gang's phone.
Tuesday on the German side has not yet arrived, and the entire Mainz first team is on holiday on Monday, and Yang Gang has not seen anyone here at all.
Yang Gang picked up the phone in a daze: "Hey, editor-in-chief?" ”
"You bastard, you dare to lie to me!"
"Eh, editor-in-chief, what's the matter, tell me clearly?"
"The football newspaper issued a weekly issue today, saying that we compile news, and that Wang Zhen plays football in Shanghai, not in Germany at all!"
"Editor-in-chief, I swear, it's true!"
"It's better to be true, you go to the interview tomorrow, if it's fake, you don't come back!"
"Dudu Du......" The phone was hung up, and Yang Gang dozed off but woke up.
Where is this TM?
In the end, Yang Gang was also empty, he didn't see Wang Zhen himself, what if there was a fake? Then his career as a journalist is over, and the news was sent out in his own name.
In the middle of the night, Yang Gang went to the Mainz training base alone, squatted outside the gate, and fell asleep unconsciously.
"Hey! Feed! ”
Yang Gang heard someone calling him in a daze.
"What are you doing here, are you Chinese?"
Chinese! Yang Gang was instantly fresh, and saw a familiar face that was rare in Germany: "You are, Wang Zhen?" ”
At this time, Wang Zhen was completely different from a few months ago, Wang Zhen's weight was almost seventy kilograms, so the face had also changed a little, and Yang Gang was not sure at all.
"Yes, you are?"
Yang Gang was so excited that he grabbed Wang Zhen's hand: "Wang Zhen, Chengdu, Sichuan, Captain of the Eighteenth Squadron, Wang Zhen?" ”
"yes, who are you?" Wang Zhen looked inexplicable.
Yang Gang cried directly and wanted to stand up, but after squatting and sleeping all night, his legs were numb, and he knelt down directly.
This time, it can scare Wang Zhen ****, the thin middle-aged man in front of him actually cried and knelt down for himself, what is the situation: "Don't be excited, what are you looking for me?" You make it clear! ”
Yang Gang wiped his tears and rubbed his legs: "My legs are numb...... My name is Yang Gang, and I'm the German correspondent for the Football Herald! ”
Leg numbness? Wang Zhen couldn't cry or laugh: "I'm sorry, the head coach has an order not to let me be interviewed!" ”
"No, you're going to kill me!" Yang Gang was so anxious that he was about to cry again: "If you don't accept the interview, I'll be finished!" ”