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He said: "My Wang Di is originally from Yangzhou, but I was born in Hong Kong. Before he was a year old, he followed his parents to Sijiu City. This wandering life has not been changed until he is old. ”

With that, he sat down, leaned back in his leather chair, closed his eyes, and seemed to drift his thoughts far, far away.

"My father, when he was young, was the main player of the Fudan University football team. You look at the picture, yes, where it is - don't you look at it and feel imposing? ”

The old man pointed to a yellowed black-and-white photograph of a young man with a sturdy, dignified appearance, and the same bright eyes as Mr. Wang.

"My father Wang Dingxin, everyone who knows football in old Shanghai has to remember this name. That's the most imposing high school striker. After graduating, he moved to Hong Kong with his mentor Li Huitang. At that time, Little Japan had not yet been thrown by the Yankees, and the country had not yet been liberated. In Hong Kong, my father and mother were in free love. Later, the Republic was established, and at the invitation of Marshal He Long, my family returned to Beijing. I remember that time, Beijing's gadgets were particularly finely made. Now when I go back to China, I can't buy it. Playing football in old Beijing, don't say it, the friends are all righteous. ”

The old man's tone seemed to be very light, but in fact, he used a cheerful tone to talk about the almost shattered past in his memories.

Zhang Lihua listened quietly with his chin propped up, enjoying it very much.

But when the old man talked about the past in old Beijing, he should then recall the catastrophe that his generation had suffered together, how his parents were persecuted, how he absconded from Shanghai and smuggled south to Hong Kong.

Lao Wang's tone became very light when he spoke. Zhang Lihua couldn't help but feel sour, as if he had awakened the deep compassion in his heart.

From the silence felt in the huge empty house, you can imagine how lonely Mr. Wang Di's heart is.

Presumably, there are some things that cannot be said casually, and it may not feel good if you say them. At this time, the heart-to-heart talk is only because "I met the old people in another country". Mr. Wang Di seems to have pinned his feelings on Zhang Lihua's heart.

"In '66, I was 18 years old. I can't read books, so I can only wait to cut in line. There's nothing to say about cutting the queue to go to the countryside, anyway, I escaped. At that time, my mother had already died, she was the only daughter of a wealthy businessman in Fujian, and she was forced to die by the Red Guards of the unit. My father was also abolished. He was determined to let me flee at risk, fearing that my life would be abolished. I couldn't take anything with me, just a bag of steamed buns, a pair of sneakers, a Swiss watch that had been preserved from Tibet, and a letter to Mr. Guangliang. That's how I got to Hong Kong. “

"That's amazing. Eighty percent of me starved to death on the road. Zhang Lihua also looked sad, always trying to reconcile the atmosphere.

The atmosphere was very wrong, and I shivered inexplicably.

"Not easy. But you have to live. Fleeing from Beijing to Hong Kong, all the way to Hong Kong, it is still very painful to go to Hong Kong. Living in the Kowloon Walled City, I worked hard for several months, and sometimes I didn't have enough to eat. I went to Nanhua three times to look for me, but Mr. Guangliang only saw me once. He asked me to kick and I played a few times, and the ball was good. I went with him to England for further study. ”

When it comes to going to England for further study, the old gentleman's face is a little pale, and he always turns his back to make his back look heavy.

"I don't like the UK. But Mr. Mitsura treated me well and sent me to Leeds United for a tryout. Opportunities are only given when people talk about them. There was an Englishman named John Vincent who kicked my shin off the spot. In those days, how could you still play football with a broken leg? But the British not only did not compensate, but also apologized. China was poor at that time. Outside, the Chinese don't speak hard. Mr. Mitsura, who is in his 60s, cried with me. Later, I stayed in the UK to study, and he paid for my tuition. I thank him for helping me a lot. But I didn't have time to send him to the end. I didn't like England, so I went to France. In France, I've been dealing with people who play football for most of my life. I have picked a lot of good seedlings for France, but I have never been able to do anything for the group. ”

Saying this, the old gentleman got up and walked a few steps, and looked silently in front of Li Huitang's portrait with his hands behind his back for a few minutes. After a while, he turned around again and asked solemnly:

"Speaking of the old man, I have told the things in these old account books, then Xiao Zhang, do you understand the luck and misfortune of my generation? We are tied to the fate of our country. Your time is different. The regret that we have been adrift overseas for most of our lives is our indebtedness and longing for China. ”

The old gentleman held Zhang Lihua's hand tightly, very melancholy.

Zhang Lihua has encountered similar scenes many times, and each time he can realize the key to the conversation. When the old man talks to you, he must have asked for something.

Zhang Lihua hurriedly replied:

"You're remarkable. The junior said that you are amazing, but this is not enough to express my respect. ”

"Don't talk about this uselessness. Wang, I only hope you ...... Forget it, there are some things you should understand. ”

"Huh? But when I came to visit you, I really didn't expect who you are and what you have experienced. If there's something going on, just tell me. See what I can do for you. ”

"Haha! Now that the motherland is very strong, it is time for my descendants to stand up. But Xiao Zhang, I beg you to do something for the motherland, not for me. We are not related. I have to say that you do things for me. Then you're in England to give me a breath of air! Your plan makes me feel very excited. Therefore, the Chinese have to excel in everything. At the end of the day, you're on the stage, and you can't afford to lose any face. You represent China. I want you to win, win what deserves to win! You will have the opportunity to return to China to teach in the future, Lao Wang, I still want to see you bring Chinese football to the World Cup! Ha ha. Okay, let's talk about football business. Your companions are waiting for you. ”

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Following in the footsteps of Mr. Wang, Zhang Lihua came to the Chinese restaurant on the second floor of the mansion. Generally speaking, Wang Laomeng's banquet for Chinese friends is on the second floor.

It was the housekeeper Subi who commanded a group of special chefs to bring a few old Beijing-style snacks from the kitchen, such as roast chicken, fried liver, bean juice and steamed dumplings. These special snacks are arranged around the round table, which is very exquisite, full of color, flavor and flavor.

But Zhang Lihua really couldn't whet his appetite, he followed behind Wang Di and Wang Meng, slightly lowered his perspective, and looked preoccupied.

Fat Mo and Old George beckoned to him from afar, and he shook his head with a wry smile.

Seeing this, Wang Di glanced at him with his spare eyes, and after a little thought, he said decisively:

"Don't think too much. Try my chef's dish first to see if it suits your taste. It's still early. When you are full, I will contact you quickly, old man. ”

"Matuidi and his agent...... Well. There are Lao Wang old-timers. ”

"You're looking at the midfield ace of Saint-Etienne. If I say help you, I'll make the troublesome things as troublesome as possible. My only request, Lao Wang, is not an exaggeration for you. You worship me as your godfather, what's the matter? Ha ha. ”

Lao Wang and Zhang Lihua had to shake hands with him every time they said a word. The old man is in his sixties, and his smile is as sincere as that of a child.

Zhang Lihua should have been relieved. But the development of things is no longer under his control. Who would have thought in advance that the transaction between clubs and clubs would have to involve the strength of a third party - to buy a player, you would have to worship whoever is the godfather.

All right. People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves, and it may not be a good thing to know a few more godfathers.