Saint-Etienne, Indre Liberté - Budeon International Airport. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoA British Airways passenger plane landed at an empty runway at a constant speed.

It was late at night, and the dark sky was dotted with scattered dots. The French sky is particularly bright with stars.

This is the capital of the Loire province of France, Saint-Etienne, the former famous French 10-time champion Saint-Etienne Football Club, a heavy industrial city with "City of Arms" and "City of Football".

Legendary scout Giorgio Capote has been involved in European scouting for more than 40 years, and he spent three seasons with Saint-Etienne as a player until he hung up his boots. It was also in France, in Saint-Etienne, that the retired George Sr. officially drafted the first scouting report of his scouting career, which was visited by Michel Platini, the talented midfielder of the French Nancy team at the time.

At that time, the coach of Saint-Etienne was the legendary coach Randy Pierre.

Randy Pierre introduced George Sr. to Juster Fontaine, and all three members of the European Scouting League's inner circle. George Sr. still enjoys a high reputation in the scouting league to this day.

Not everyone is qualified to meet with the Alliance Leader. Even, many members of the alliance's supernumerary group have never met with the mysterious leader boss in their lives.

When Newcastle Major Marshal Zhang Lihua asked the name of the mysterious alliance leader without thinking, Old George chose to remain silent at the first time.

Coming out of the airport lounge area, an extended Lincoln waited outside the airport for a long time. The drivers reported their names and said that they had been waiting for a long time, as if everything was going smoothly under someone's arrangement.

Zhang Lihua's meeting with the head of the French Scouting Union (hereinafter referred to as FSU) is still necessary. A full-responsibility manager similar to Alex Ferguson and Arsene Wenger is quite concerned about transfer drills, so he will inevitably need to dig up and operate one or two exclusive scouting channels himself.

The FSU nominally only oversees the evaluation of the quality of players in France as a whole, but in reality it serves the entire European continent and examines professional players from all over the world. The alliance's business model, like the nature of its existence, is not publicly available.

But with Zhang Lihua's business literacy, he can naturally understand the huge profits contained in it.

A high-grade and lengthened Lincoln welcomes a group of guests from ordinary Premier League relegation teams, which shows that the FSU league owners pay attention to pomp and circumstance.

As soon as you get into the car, you can clearly see a well-dressed French strong man focusing on driving in the driver's seat. The one who opened the door for old George and his party just now was an elderly Scottish butler - George became "Subi's old man".

"Old Guy Subby" and Old George are old acquaintances, and the two hug each other and speak Scottish slang, which Fat Mo understands. Zhang Lihua is like an outsider.

After getting into the car, he slumped into the leather sofa and kept his face serious. Taking a melatonin pill before getting off the plane can make my head a little dizzy. Fei Mo waited for him to see that he was a little sleepy, and did not disturb him to rest again. So, Zhang Lihua had a dream.

In the dream, the Chinese national football team won the World Cup and won the 2050 World Cup. The teammates of the Chinese team, who have been bright red all their lives, have a look of ecstasy and melancholy, I rely on it, fifty years later!

Wake up from a dream, push the car window, and you can see patches of violets in the misty light. Lengthening Lincoln enters a mysterious manor house in the old out-of-town area. The neatly arranged old houses on the side of the road are covered with green vines, and the quiet path seems to lead directly to a temple.

Due to the large concentration of municipal retirees in the central city of Saint-Etienne, the per capita income in the city center is not high, and the upscale affluent areas are almost impossible to find. This villa garden in the suburbs is naturally the first destination of Zhang Lihua's trip.

The suburban path to the FSU leader's villa is clear in the air, with begonias and violets in full bloom. The dawn that envelops everyone's hearts after dawn makes this place as beautiful as the most exclusive and wealthy area in the world.

Coming to the fore is a mansion in the center of the villa. The French-style mansion has a calm shape, low-key and elegant decoration, and a pool of hot springs outside. In front of the mansion, there seem to be four ancient pine trees transplanted from China. The pine trees were higher than the eaves and swayed in the wind, adding to the majestic momentum and reflecting the deep shade.

Obviously, this is an old manor. After several renovations, Zunhua is hidden in the ancient and clumsy style, precipitating domineering.

The owner of the manor got up very early, and when the morning sun rose, he was already exercising in front of the pond outside the house.

The pond forest garden is actually placed with the classic Chinese martial arts equipment wooden stakes. The garden is stacked with all kinds of stone locks, and the center of the stone road in the forest is paved with a Tai Chi Pisces figure, and the action of the owner of the village is undoubtedly practicing Wing Chun. Why, the more this person looks at it, the more he looks like an old Chinese man!

Lao Subi never accosted Zhang Lihua, and even didn't give a greeting when he got in the car, which made people feel unpleasant and abrupt.

Looking at this posture, the leader of the French Scouting League looked like a martial arts league leader, and Zhang Lihua was suddenly extremely confused about what had happened in the past few hours.

The Scottish slang was a little vague, and he didn't listen to a word of it when he was tired. Hima was also unconscious with a snort. At this time, the owner of the manor who finally met was an old Chinese man. Things seem so absurd and bizarre.

When he got out of the car, old Subi greeted Zhang Lihua in a very hasty manner, and told him in a standard London accent - "The owner of the manor would like to meet you alone, so please come out to dinner with Mr. Brandy later." ”

Brandi, the owner of the manor is called Brandi.

So, without knowing it, old George walked straight up to Mr. Brandy with old Subi, and the three of them whispered. This situation is very strange. Later, Mr. Brandi turned around, but with a smile on his face, he walked slowly in the direction where Zhang Lihua was.

Zhang Lihua's eyebrows were full of doubts, but what he was waiting for was the other party who shouted in a standard Beijing accent: "Welcome, Comrade Xiao Zhang." ”

At this moment, Xiao Zhang was really embarrassed, and he didn't know how to reply.

Let's shake hands first, but I was hugged by Brandi Bear, who was no less than seventy years old. It's even more inexplicable than dreaming that the Chinese team will win the World Cup in 50 years.

"Comrade Zhang, if you have any doubts, let's not see them. I'm the master here, can you call me Lao Wang? ”

Lao Wang is really old. With white hair, a silk Tang suit and old Beijing cloth shoes, he is a martial arts master Ip Man.

"Isn't this more like an Oriental Judah master than me, Zhang Lihua?" Zhang Lihua had to be surprised, but there was no trace of exaggeration in the surprise written on his face.

He was reserved. Chinese and Chinese have always been virtuous in dealing with each other. The so-called modesty, the so-called Chinese-style hypocrisy.

"Mr. Wang, did you have an agreement with Mr. Mick Ashley, did you ask me to meet, in short, you ......?"

"Comrade Xiao Zhang is tired, right? You come with me first, and if you have something to say, let's talk slowly. ”

After that, Mr. Wang insisted on taking Zhang Lihua's hand and drilling into his house.

This old man's strength is definitely a practice, his body strength is very tough, and he uses broken steps to speed up when walking. If it weren't for Zhang Lihua's apprenticeship at Harvard, he had studied under a true disciple of an overseas Shaolin Temple (so he learned a lot of national skills), it would have been difficult for him to keep up with Mr. Wang's footsteps.

When you enter the hall, you will see an art exhibition corridor as soon as you enter the door. The lobby on the ground floor is privately divided into different spaces. At the front desk of the lobby stands a one-to-one, black sculpture of a flying leopard. On the left side of the hall is the living room and bar, and on the right is a small library.

Sure enough, the hall was filled with countless famous Chinese landscape paintings. The names of Li Keran and Wu Guanzhong are impressive.

However, in front of the hall leading to the study, there is a cursive script hanging separately, signed "Guangliangjun". The three big characters of Guangliangjun are particularly conspicuous - who is it? But it certainly won't be the same Mitsura who sings the pop song "Fairy Tale".

Lao Wang dragged Xiao Zhang into his study, where a large black and white image hung prominently in front of the closet. That person was wearing a football uniform from the early part of the last century and stepping on a leather ball, so isn't it Li Huitang, the "Asian Football King" who has been hyped up on China's domestic TV programs recently?

The dark-brown floor and furnishings of the study were silently lit in the dim light of a myriad of secrets, and the identity of the owner of the villa must have been very prominent.

"You may be seated. Drink oolong tea or dragon well before the rain? Don't look at the price of Longjing before the rain, a good oolong tea taste is the best. It's so good! ”

"You're welcome. I...... You...... Are you an old Beijinger? ”

"Gotcha! Hello young man. I left my hometown at a young age and traveled to many countries, and it was not easy to stay in this Beijing film. Come on, let's go! ”

Mr. Wang was particularly careful in fiddling with the tea ceremony, and after speaking, he poured a small cup of Longjing into Zhang Lihua's hand. This pass is one after another, and it is exquisite. After paying attention to politeness, Lao Wang went straight to the point and explained:

"Mick Ashley is not a good stubble. That old boy is a thief and a thief. He asked you to come and see me, but I didn't say yes at first. Hearing him say that you are Chinese, I can't shirk it. When I think about it, we Chinese can also mix in the European football circle, then I don't need him to beg me, I will see you once. ”

Then he took a sip of tea and swallowed it carefully, and Mr. Wang said with relief: "I haven't watched the news much. I just checked it on the Internet yesterday. Comrade Xiao Zhang, you can be said to have become popular overnight in China. Then I'll also think about you, old man, I also know that you are from a non-professional background, and you hardly understand the rules here. You'll have to tell me what you're going to do next. ”

"That's a good feeling! Uncle, you can give me ideas, juniors, I can guess that you are by no means an ordinary person. If the younger generation wants to find out how deep the water is in this European football, they really have to look up to you. You...... Did Lee Hui Tong ever have a relationship with you? ”

"You ask Mr. Guangliang, he and my teacher. It's easy to say, it's easy to say. In Hong Kong for more than six years, he was the one who brought me to debut. I ran away when I was the most violent, and I didn't let me bring anything at home, so I brought a pair of sneakers. Football, the love of my life. ”