Chapter 1 Negotiations on Dreams

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Towering like a giant in the heart of the Castle District, the 43-storey shaver-like building has earned it nicknamed the "City of London's electric razor" and is one of London's most famous landmarks.

Due to its prime location and unique appearance, the commercial value of the Strata Tower has also increased, and all companies that can move into this building have a very deep background.

You Lu stood in front of the revolving door on the first floor of the building, put down the suitcase he was carrying, took out the mobile phone in the pocket of his jeans, and dialed the only number in the phone book.

After a crisp "beep" sound, an elegant female voice sounded in You Lu's ears.

"Is it Lulu?"

"Well, Auntie, I've arrived at the address you gave me." You Lu held up her mobile phone and looked up at the strange-looking building in front of her.

"yes, it's been going all the way, right?"

"It went well, but fortunately my speaking was okay and I didn't have any trouble." You Lu replied to her aunt's words while continuing to look at the building in front of her.

"It's okay to go well, Lulu, my aunt has just been on the phone with your Uncle Nan, he is waiting for you in the office, you can just go up directly, by the way, the office is on the 28th floor."

"28 floors...... Okay auntie, I got it. ā€

"Lulu, you must be polite when you see your Uncle Nan for a while, put away your usual joking attitude, and ......"

"Auntie......" You Lu retracted her gaze and interrupted Auntie's words. I know what else you have to say, don't worry, I'm so smart, well-behaved and sensible, I won't embarrass you. ā€

As soon as You Lu finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter on the other end of the phone. "You kid, my aunt always says I can't talk about you, okay, go quickly, remember not to run around when you're done, hurry up and come to my aunt, my aunt and your uncle-in-law have been thinking about you."

"Knowing Auntie, you can prepare a meal at home and wait for the news of my victory."

It wasn't until a busy sound sounded in her ears that You Lu hung up the phone, and I don't know when she started to develop the habit of having to wait for the other party to hang up the phone first.

You Lu put away her mobile phone, lifted the suitcase beside her, and faced the revolving door in front of her, an indescribable feeling suddenly came to her heart.

What will she face when she walks through this door? Was it the right choice for her to come to this distant and unfamiliar city alone as soon as she graduated from college? Will she one day regret this decision? Will she ......

From the first day of the implementation of this plan, until this moment stood here, a total of 21 days have passed, these 21 days have not wavered in the slightest, but at this last moment, it seems that all doubts and worries have accumulated together like a turbulent torrent suddenly rushed towards her.

"You Lu, all this is your own choice, and no one forces you, so no matter what happens in the future, you have to grit your teeth and carry it down."

She clasped her hands and said to herself in her heart that she was not discussing with herself, but giving orders to herself, and her resolute character seemed to make her forget that no matter how strong she was, she was still a girl.

Deep breathing is the most calming mood, so after a few deep breaths, Yulu finally took a step.

But just as she had just landed her first step, she suddenly heard a roar behind her. She followed the sound and looked back, only to see a red sports car parked firmly in an open field in front of the turnstiles, and the deafening roar was from this car.

Lamborghini?

Although You Lu doesn't know much about cars, she still recognizes a luxury car like a Lamborghini. Her hometown is only a quasi-first-tier city in China, and she has never seen such a luxurious sports car since she was a child, so she didn't expect to be eye-opening as soon as she arrived in London.

She was about to take her eyes off the sports car when she saw a young man in casual clothes step out of the cab. As soon as You Lu saw this young man, he couldn't take his eyes off the leaving.

The one who can afford to drive this kind of sports car at a young age must be a rich boy, but You Lu is not attracted to this, what attracts her is the young man's black pupils and yellow skin.

"Chinese......"

As the saying goes, when a fellow sees a fellow countryman, his eyes are full of tears, and now he is alone in a foreign country, surrounded by blue-eyed and white-skinned Britons, and suddenly seeing a person from the same country as himself inevitably touched the softest nerve in You Lu's heart.

The fog in London was heavy, the young man was wearing a mask, You Lu couldn't see his appearance clearly, but when he walked by his side, he found that his heart was beating up for some reason, she looked at the young man's back, and only felt that a very wonderful feeling suddenly arose in her heart.

"Bang bang."

"Enter."

With the permission of the people in the house, the knocker gently pushed the door open and walked in.

"Dad."

The person who walked into the office was about 20 years old, 180 cm tall, wearing a fluorescent green casual shirt on the upper body, the word "China" printed on the chest on both sides of the zipper, a light blue jeans on the lower body, a pair of Li-Ning sneakers on the foot, and a simple rubber bracelet on his left wrist with the word "Liverpool" printed on the bracelet.

The person who came was the young man with a Lamborghini that You Lu saw downstairs, but he had already taken off his mask at the moment, if You Lu had just seen his face, maybe his heartbeat would have accelerated.

"Here you are, sit there."

The middle-aged man sitting behind the desk in a suit and leather shoes did not look up, and pointed to the sofa next to him, his eyes still wandering over a quarterly summary report in his hand.

The young man did not sit down, but walked directly to the middle-aged man's desk and placed a piece of paper resembling a college diploma in front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man seemed to be a little dissatisfied with the young man's actions, but he didn't have a seizure, he glanced at the contents of the paper, and his gaze quickly left again.

"What are you showing me this?"

The middle-aged man finally raised his head, his countenance, although full of vicissitudes, was still full of ability, his gaze was deep and calm, and it was falling on the young man's body, waiting for his answer.

"I just want you to know that I'm serious and not just joking."

Facing the eyes of the middle-aged man, the young man did not dodge at all, and looked at the middle-aged man condescendingly, with a look of determination in his eyes.

"Okay, I know you're serious now, what do you want?"

The middle-aged man crossed his hands on the table, and although his tone was peaceful, there was a faint majesty.

"I finally got this intercontinental coaching certificate, so naturally I had to start running a club." The young man replied categorically.

"You want to run the club, no problem."

The middle-aged man nodded, leaned back, and leaned back in a soft and comfortable chair.

"You don't object?"

The young man seemed to be quite surprised by the middle-aged man's reaction, and it can also be said that he was puzzled, his father had always opposed him to obtaining a coaching certificate, why did he go against the norm today and did not stop it?

The middle-aged man looked at the young man's face, knew his thoughts well, smiled lightly, and said, "My son wants to do things, how can Lao Tzu stop him?" ā€

"You've been in the way before......," the young man rolled his eyes and grumbled in a low voice.

"You kid, didn't I stop you like that? Since you've passed all the certificates, is it still useful for me to stop you? The middle-aged man pretended to be angry and snorted heavily.

Seeing that his father's attitude towards this matter seemed to have changed, a smile instantly appeared on his face, he put his hands on the desk, and said, "Dad, are you supporting me?" ā€

"I just said no, but I didn't say I support you."

"Dad, I don't know you yet, what you mean by not stopping you is supporting, since you support me, do me a favor?"

The middle-aged man clasped his hands in front of his chest and snorted in his nose: "I know that you kid didn't hold back his fart, let's say, what can I help you?" ā€

The young man knew that this was an excellent opportunity and must not let it go, so he used his housekeeping skills, rushed forward with an arrow step, went around behind the middle-aged man, and applied the great method of pinching the shoulders and beating the back that he had learned all his life, and at the same time cooperated with a flattering face, and said: "Dad, you also know that I have obtained the highest qualification coaching certificate, so I should coach the club of the highest level of competition, you say?" ā€

Everyone says that women are fickle, but the rich man in front of him really changes his face faster than a woman.

As the saying goes, "eating people with short mouths and short hands with people", the middle-aged man was enjoying his son's "warm hospitality" at the moment, so he had to echo: "Well, that's right." ā€

"Alas, but I'm too young, and even though I have this certificate, I'm afraid that no top league club will ask me to coach."

The middle-aged man went to the sea to do business before he was twenty years old, and he has been in the business world for more than 20 years, reading countless people, and dealing with countless people. He sighed deliberately and continued: "But Dad, I have never been involved in the sports industry, I have never dealt with people in those football clubs, and I can't give you a way. ā€

The middle-aged man pretended to be distressed on his face, but he couldn't help but be secretly happy in his heart, and it was rare to tease his son.

The young man knew that his father was deliberately teasing him, and he still said with a serious face: "Dad, I don't want you to give me a way. ā€

"Oh? So what do you want Dad to help you? ā€

"Dad, I want you to buy a Premier League club so that I can be the head coach of the team."

When the middle-aged man heard his son's words, he pretended to be suddenly enlightened, and pointed to the young man behind him: "You kid, it's really a lion's mouth, do you think a Premier League club can buy it if you say it's bought?" ā€

The young man turned around, leaned against his desk, and said, "Dad, it's March, and it's almost four months before the start of next season, and I'm sure you'll be able to win it." ā€

The middle-aged man straightened his face and snorted again: "Of course it's easy for you to move your mouth here." ā€

Young people know that the negotiation has reached the most critical time, and they must not relax a little: "Dad, I have been influenced by you since I was a child, and the reason why I am today is also due to your subtle influence, you can't sit idly by, right?" ā€

The middle-aged man frowned and sighed softly: "I know you love football, but you should also understand Dad, Dad's family business must always be inherited, while I have the energy now, I can teach you more experience......"

"Dad, I'm really not interested in your business, how many more times do you want me to say it?"

The young man also frowned, crossed his arms and said.

Seeing his attitude, the middle-aged man had mixed feelings in his heart, and after thinking for a while, he finally thought of a way to get the best of both worlds.

"I can help you, but you have to grant me one request."