Chapter Seventy-One: The Flower Protector
"Mingyi, you are really confused, the Premier League has been in the Premier League for so many years, you can play at the age of 17, and there are only a few people who can still play? I have the impression that Owen, Rooney, Milner, Cesc Fabregas, and Wilshere are also counted as one, and in the near future, Manchester City's Foden and Manchester United's Aoki are the most popular, but they are at least kicked out by the big brother. You're better than them, you've been a key player for the team for a couple of games in a row, and your role is completely different. Tell me, if you were the owner or professional agent of another team, would you use the brains of such a player? β
Keiichi: "I remember telling you that Mendes approached me twice, and the first time he met with me and made a bet. β
Sun Xingmin jumped up from the sofa all of a sudden: "Yes, I brushed the senior in that game, and your kid brushed 4 assists and scored a goal, how about the back?" How much did you win? β
Before Ming Yi could answer, Lin Fei'er took the lead in speaking: "I was almost scared to death that day, I picked up an envelope at the door, and there was a money order in it, guess how many?" β
Sun Xingmin: "How much, hey, you say it quickly, what are you selling?" β
Lin Fei'er walked up to Sun Xingmin and stretched out an index finger on each of his left and right hands.
Sun Xingmin: "Huh? It won't be just 2 million, right? Then the pattern of this Mendes is too small. The top boss in the transfer market, as long as the transfer window opens, a man who will make money every day, what is 2 million to him? It's boring and boring, and it hurts me to fight for my life. β
"What 2 million, is 11 million?" Lin Fei'er said exaggeratedly.
Sun Xingmin: "Oh, that's pretty much the same, what's the big guy who bets 1.8 million yuan?" This is like the spirit of a big guy, and it can be a little interesting. Mingyi, you kid can do it, you are young and worth tens of millions, have you figured out how to spend the money after making money? β
Mingyi: "No, I didn't move at all, I always felt weird." Brother Sun, your annual salary is so high, what are you doing with your money? β
Sun Xingmin: "My dad is in charge of my money, I just have enough to eat anyway." This year, he opened a football school in my name in our hometown in South Korea, which is probably the biggest investment. β
Mingichi: "Running a football school? How much does that cost? β
Son Heung-min: "The soccer school we run in Chuncheon covers an area of more than 70,000 square meters, with 11 standard soccer fields, two five-a-side courts, and of course other sports facilities, with a total of 17 billion won."
Akiichi: "Ah! 17 billion... Won? β
Ming Yi, who had traveled to South Korea before, quickly calculated in his mind how much 17 billion won would be converted into yuan?
One yuan is almost 170 won. Then 17 billion won is 100 million yuan.
"Huh? One hundred million! Akiichi was really taken aback. The players who can run such a large-scale football school in China are basically real estate developers or large enterprises, and the players in them are directly the echelon of the club. Relying solely on personal financial resources, only the Chongming Genbao base in the magic capital, which was also built by Xu Genbao, the meritorious veteran of the magic capital, invested 30 million yuan 20 years ago, and it was the only one in the entire Celestial Empire.
And the Sun family's father and son directly invested 100 million yuan to build a football school in South Korea, which is simply a big gamble. Running a football school is not only costly for investment, but also for high operating costs and maintenance costs, and it takes a lot of effort to manage and train. It seems that people love football very much!
"Hah..."Sun Xingmin yawned, and after the high-intensity competition, the athlete gradually returned to normal from excitement, and the feeling of fatigue followed.
Ming drank some water and got up to take his leave. "Brother Sun, I'm tired, rest early, I'll go back."
Sun Xingmin: "What about Miss Lin?" β
Mingyi: "It's okay, I'll send her." β
Lin Fei'er: "Whoever wants you to send it, I will walk by myself if I have feet." β
Mingyi: "Hmph, what a big deal, it's a hot day, homeless people and addicts are sleeping on the side of the road, you can do it yourself." β
Lin Fei'er has lived in London for more than a year, and she knows the security here very well.
As the capital and largest city of the United Kingdom, London has a population of almost 9 million. Prosperity means greater mobility, and London has seen an influx of immigrants in recent years, especially from the Middle East and Africa.
Conflicts between groups of different cultures, backgrounds, and incomes often cause great confusion for the police in London. In addition to the long-standing problem of juvenile street crime that has existed for one or two hundred years, it is generally after ten o'clock that there are very few women walking alone on the street.
It's past midnight, Lin Fei'er has to be sent home even if she goes home, the three-kilometer journey is not a problem during the day, but it is terrifying at night. So Ming Yi scared her one by one, she was like a docile lamb.
"Brother, lend me your car, and I'll send her." Mingyi's car was still in the parking lot of the stadium, so he could only ask Sun Xingmin to borrow a car.
"Here you go, Flower Protector! Be careful. β
Coming to the car, Akichi hesitated.
"What's wrong? Why don't you move? Lin Fei'er asked curiously.
Mingyi: "The legs are still not good, and I don't have any strength at all, so let's let him send you down." β
As soon as he was about to go back, he heard Lin Fei'er say, "Then I won't go back."
"You... What do you mean? Akiichi asked blankly.
Lin Fei'er pretended to be calm, and deliberately raised her voice: "You are such a big VILLA, you can just give me a room, but if you say it first, you don't want to beat me with any ideas, otherwise you will taste my iron fist." β
Mingyi: "When did I say I took you in, are you quite good at talking to yourself?" β
Lin Fei'er: "I'm worried about the danger of your driving, it's really kind to treat it as a donkey's liver and lungs, the dog bites Lu Dongbin and doesn't know the hearts of good people, I would have been to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch..."
Mingyi's head exploded when he heard this, and he hurriedly said: "Grandma, I beg you to say a few words, I didn't think you talked so much before, okay, okay, let's go, it's dawn if you don't sleep anymore." β
The two walked down the street and came to Mingyi's house. His house was all run by Lin Fei'er, so she knew how many rooms there were, and where to place the necessities of life.
At this time, Mingyi was already tired and dizzy, and went back to his room to sleep without saying a few words. I don't know how long I slept.,Mingyi was woken up by the ringtone of his mobile phone.,It's already dawn when he opens his eyes.,Mingyi doesn't have many contacts.,So no matter what number is displayed on the phone.,He will generally pick it up.,This time is no exception.γ
βHelloβ¦β
On the other end of the phone was a strange man's voice: "Is it Mingyi?" β
The voice sounded weird, both like knowing and not knowing, and it felt like I was familiar with Mingyi, but I didn't know much about it.
"Hello, I'm Xu Mingyi, who are you?"
"My name is Gary, I'm the boss's assistant, and I'd like to make an appointment with you to talk about something."