Chapter 481: Lao Mu's cocoon breaks into a butterfly
Outside the window, the fish belly was already white, the melodious whistle on the Huangpu River was very long, lying on the bed in the hotel, Zhuo Yang suddenly had the feeling of being by the Hanover Canal. He stared at the ceiling of the room with wide eyes, and although he had barely slept all night, he did not feel the slightest sleepiness.
Since he was drinking and chatting with Lao Mu last night, Zhuo Yang's mobile phone kept ringing, making the wine fall apart. The calls continued into the night, and only stopped until late at night on the European side.
The affairs of the national team have become more and more intense, and everyone is paying attention to Zhuo Yang's choice. The four main candidates for the national team have all sent out official invitations in the newspapers, and the official has put the matter in plain sight. The summer transfer window has opened, but who Zhuo Yang will fall to is the biggest suspense.
Lord Mansour and Lord Guy Bono called again to reiterate those conditions, and Loew urged him to get in the squad as soon as possible. Runners-up in the European Championship could allow Loew to secure his position until the 2010 World Cup.
For the first time, Mr. Beckenbauer expressed his attitude on this matter, and he clearly welcomed Zhuo Yang into the team on the phone, and he spoke with great seriousness. Piggy, Grandpa, and Trolls almost broke Zhuo Yang's mobile phone, and so did Barak.
Veteran coach Lippi returned to the Italian coach, he avoided suspicion because of his son's involvement in gambling for two years, and now it is time to re-emerge, and the World Cup victory has also made him the Apennines. The first thing Lippi did when he took office was to call Zhuo Yang, and his attitude was even more enthusiastic than that of Donadoni.
Albertini, vice president of the Italian Football Association, also solemnly invited Zhuo Yang to join as soon as possible, and he called in the official capacity of the Football Association. Maldini, Mont Erge, Jiaojiao, naturally Baresi.
All these relatives are far away and close, and Zhuo Yang replied: When I return to Europe, it is the time for me to decide.
But Zhuo Yang was lying on the field in a daze at this time, but it wasn't because of these disturbances, he was still thinking about what Lao Mu said last night. Lao Mu usually doesn't talk much, he used to be a wilted character, maybe he drank too much last night, and he talked endlessly about his Mu Huatang Culture Company. In fact, Zhuo Yang is not very interested in this, but the person who talks to always likes to talk about the topics that interest him, rather than what the audience is interested in.
This feeling is like Zhuo Yang giving Lao Mu, who almost never watches football, about techniques and tactics all night. However, last night's words made Zhuo Yang feel quite reasonable.
"Papermaking is just a craft, and it's not surprising that it's been eliminated by modern technology. Save time, effort and money, good quality and high yield, why not use a better one? But real art is different, it is the essence of culture, it is ...... I can't say it. ”
"It's like when you play the piano, it's something that has only existed in the last one or two hundred years, but it fits the emotions and emotions that human beings have. Traditional Chinese art is the same, some are long, some are short, but they all evolve through the precipitation of traditional culture. ”
"Don't you think it's a pity that the piano is gone? I think it's a pity that the traditional music art is gone! ”
"Anyway, I can't say it, but I know I'm doing the right thing. Just like my father, he was also uneducated, could not educate his children, and would not even take care of the family. ”
"My father can only do one thing - war! He may not have a high level of consciousness and does not know why he is fighting, he only knows how to destroy the enemy, and he only knows that it is right to destroy the enemy. So, he did it, and did the right thing with his only ability. ”
"I'm his son, and I don't have any culture, let alone the ability he has. I can only make money, and I can't make a lot of money, Brother Xiao said that my heart is not black enough. I don't care if the cultural people look down on me, I just want to do the right thing with the money I earn. ”
"My father only went to war, and he and their generation left this peaceful country. I only want to make money, and I want to use my money to preserve the culture of this country. I can't fight, I can fight, and I can't fight well. I'm not a soldier either, and I don't have many battles to fight right now, but I'm my father's son. ”
"It's good to look down on me, it's okay to say that I'm a loser, vassals are elegant, I don't care about anything, I just want to do the right thing."
Lao Mu's words surprised Zhuo Yang, and he couldn't help but re-examine the little Fa Xiao who grew up together in front of him. Zhuo Yang's impression of Lao Mu was still six years ago, when Lao Mu was a righteous, flowery, smart, dick and cool person, and his rebellious spirit was the strongest among the four brothers.
But also, he is not a teenager six years ago, and the nine mountains of the ocean are not what they used to be, how can Lao Mu not change? In a way, Lao Mu is the person who has the most experience among the four of us.
The process of growing up is to break out of the cocoon into a butterfly, struggling to shed all the greenness and ugliness, spreading its beautiful wings in the sun, and trembling bravely.
Growing up is confused and confused and hit all over by life, but in the night when you taste the pain in your heart alone, you still have the ability to discover the best things, and you still dare to persevere.
Lao Mu was drunk last night, and before he fell asleep, Zhuo Yang finally said, "Lao Mu, you are right. I support you and admire you. Lao Mu smirked and fell asleep when he heard this.
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Lao Mu was going to stay in Shanghai for a while, and he came here to talk about the business development of some cultural companies. Zhuo Yang should have gone to Beijing with the business team according to the itinerary, but he deliberately stayed for an extra day and waited for the Argentine Olympic team to participate in the football match of the Beijing Olympics.
A total of 16 teams participated in the Olympic football tournament, divided into four groups, with Argentina's Group B playing in Shanghai, and the football match will start early, before the opening ceremony. Argentina was the defending champion of the last Athens Olympic Games, and Argentina only won two gold medals in men's football and men's basketball in Athens.
This Argentine national team has many acquaintances with Zhuo Yang, needless to say, Messi, Zhuo Yang and him can talk very well, and the relationship has been for several years. There is also Biglia, the striker Sergio Aguero of Atletico Madrid, who is known on the Great Barrier Reef, Riquelme with a sad face, and he plays as an overage player.
Serie A opponent 'forced successor' Ravic, Club World Cup opponent 'Teddy' Banega, Champions Cup final opponent Liverpool Mascherano. These people don't have any friendship, but their faces are familiar.
Argentina was the first of the 16 teams to arrive in China, a week ahead of the others, which shows the importance they attach to the Olympics and their desire to win the championship.
"Zhuo Yang, don't think I'm talking too much." Messi winced his eyebrows and said, "If we reach the final with Brazil, who do you want to win?" ”
"Whoever looks good wins." Zhuo Yang was serious: "Don't tell Ronnie this, or he will turn his face." ”
"Sneer~~" Messi let out a pleasant laugh.
"What about us and China?"
Zhuo Yang rolled Messi's eyes: "Brazil wins!" ”
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