Shen was cheered by the coach and the players and ran to the field, running to the man who was still standing there, like a benchmark.

In the gap between them rushing over, Yang Biao walked to the side of the court, once again stretched out his arms, raised his head, closed his eyes, and made the classic action at the beginning.

At this time, the fans on the field spontaneously stood up and applauded him, the enemy's No. 17 conquered the picky Tianhe Sports Center with his own performance, and he deserved this posture. In terms of today's performance, he really is the king here.

At this moment, all eyes are on it.

With the goal scored, the prompt sound of the system's task completion is also heard, and the relevant rewards are also in place.

"Hero!"

"Hero!"

"Hero!"

Shen was thrown up by the players of the team, and then put his hands into a chair and raised his head to patrol the field. At this moment, he is the king here.

After the carnival, Shen was carried by the players of the team to Yang Biao to the players' tunnel, and surprisingly, a figure was waiting there, and when he saw Yang Biao, he walked over with a smile.

"It turned out to be Zheng Zhi!" Shen was a little strange, how could he appear here.

"Your name is Yang Biao, right, I'm Zheng Zhi, I want to exchange jerseys with you!" Zheng Zhi was generous, and then took off the jersey marked with No. 10 on his body. The muscles on the body are distinct, layered, and full of a sense of strength.

For Zheng Zhi, Yang Biao has a good impression, after all, he is one of the few players who can be self-disciplined and self-reliant, Yang Biao laughed, jumped off the player's rack, and also took off the No. 17 jersey on his body.

"Boy, I'm optimistic about you, I hope you won't be blinded by fame and fortune." Zheng Zhi took Yang Biao's jersey seriously. He has seen too many talented players, the best example is the Dong Fang table back then, radiant, in the eyes of Ferguson, his talent is even better than Ronaldo, but in the end he got lost.

"I'm also optimistic about you, you perform well, I'll take you to the World Cup in 2014!" Yang Biao replied, without looking back, and entered the player's tunnel.

"Funny boy!" Zheng Zhi smiled shyly, but Zheng Zhi didn't take Yang Biao's words to heart, that young man was not frivolous, for the current situation of the national football team, no one has more say than Zheng Zhi as a party, the current national football team has been reduced to the point where anyone dares to lose, no one dares not to win, it can be said that it is difficult to return, in essence, it has been reduced to a third-rate team in Asia, and it is a fool's dream to enter the World Cup in Brazil four years later. Even if Yang Biao's performance is ten times better than today, it will be useless.

He didn't know that four years later, this young boy really brought him to the World Cup in Brazil, and it caused a big sensation.

Entering the locker room, it suddenly turned into a sea of carnival, Shen was cheered by the players, roared, and at this time his face was full of disbelief, they actually overturned the giant of the middle league, for the first time, their self-confidence was bursting, and they could also break into a new world with their own strength.

Hit the iron while it was hot, Yang Biao knew it was time to hypnotize.

"Brothers, I want to say two words!"

At this time, Yang Biao had already become the boss of the locker room, and as soon as he spoke, everyone looked at him with reverence. Coach Yu Bao also stood aside with interest.

"Brothers, do you want to become a superstar, just like Zheng Zhi, a superstar like Gao Lin, and then make a lot of money." The voice was full of demagogy.

Fame and fortune are always the original driving force that stimulates people to move forward, and they are also the most effective driving force. As soon as Yang Biao came up, he went straight to the hearts of the people. Say that if you want others to convince you and follow you, money and fame will always be the most reliable and attractive.

In 2010, ordinary Chinese League A players had a monthly income of at most 10,000 yuan, and some even only had three or four thousand yuan, and now Gao Lin and Zheng Zhi, these big domestic stars, have an annual income of basically one million.

He roared, "Yes! ”

If it weren't for Yang Biao's fierce performance of fighting for Chen Feng, without him saying that he would do what he said, without his god-like performance on the field, and without the iron-blooded fearlessness who dared to use his life to block the gun's hole, everyone would not believe him. You can't take convincing actions, and you will never be able to convince others with your words alone.

"I don't see that this kid is still demagogic." Although Yu Bao is old, in such an atmosphere, there is an urge to follow Yang Biao to do a big job.

"If you want to, we'll see you in Shen Gong at five o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow!" After speaking, he stopped the surging team members and took the lead in entering the bathroom. The day after tomorrow is the team training day after returning to Shenyang.

All of a sudden, everyone's appetite was raised, and everyone seemed to have thousands of ants biting in their hearts, which was extremely itchy, but no one dared to force Yang Biao to tell the specific plan.

Besides, An Daoqiang, Li Feng, and Chen Nan, who have now evolved into Yang Biao's fanatical brainless fans, are like the three major guards King Kong, who dares to be disrespectful to Yang Biao, maybe they will be beaten half to death by them.

With a rare victory, Shen was the team returned triumphantly, sitting on the airliner, the head coach Yu Bao was in a complicated mood, although the team achieved a miraculous victory, but after the game, the team owner called to inquire about the beating of foreign aid, so that Yu Bao and Yang Biao would report to his office as soon as they returned to Shenyang.

Regardless of Yang Biao's prospects in Shen Bei, many fans in Guangzhou remembered him and were impressed by his performance, and then Zhan Jun and He Hui forwarded Yang Biao's miraculous performance on the field through their official blogs, and through many fans, the entire Chinese football world could enjoy his performance all of a sudden, and overnight, Yang Biao was also a little famous. In one day, Yang Biao's prestige increased by more than 80,000.

The general manager's office of the Shen quilt team is spacious and bright, luxuriously decorated, and the three foreign aids, Yang Biao, coach Yu Bao, and Wang Xi, the general manager who controls the power of life and death of the team, are in a meeting.

"Mr. Wang, there are three of us in the team now, there is no Yang Biao, you make a choice." Adelli stood up as a representative of the three foreign aids, leaving no room for speech.

Wang Xi was short, short, fat, and fat, with a kind face, and when he heard Adley's words, his eyes flashed, and he secretly said in his heart that it seems that he is usually too spoiled by these foreign aids, and he doesn't talk big or small, so he has to let them know who the real master is. ”

Yu Bao was about to explain something, but was frozen by Wang Xi's eyes, and turned to Yang Biao instead, "Yang Biao, what do you have to say?" ”

Hearing Wang Xi's indifferent tone, the three foreign aides looked proud, looked at Yang Biao provocatively, and thought to themselves, "Aren't you awesome?" I'm going to put you out of work now. ”

Yang Biao, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up slowly, his eyes were cold, and the three foreign aides were afraid and took several steps back. His quick punches, they didn't want to try it again.

"Mr. Wang, I make a bet with you, we will win the next three games in a row, if I do it, you will sweep these three garbage out, if I can't do it, the automatic roll cover will go in."

Wang Xi's eyes were like a tiger, his kind expression also became serious, and his whole body exuded an inexplicable momentum, Wang Xi started from scratch, with a net worth of hundreds of millions, and his body had a fierce and decisive killing aura, and the powerful momentum surged towards Yang Biao like a tide.

Yang Biao was unmoved, and looked at him coldly.

"Hahaha, nice young man, I'll make this bet with you, but if you can't do it, you don't have to leave, you have to sign a lifetime contract with me, dare not!"

Yang Biao's god-level performance, of course Wang Xi knows, how can such a jade slip away from his hands, this is a big treasure!

"Deal, but I want the whole Chinese class, forget about these three wastes."