"Bang Bang Bang ......"

There was an urgent and rapid knock on the door, which pulled Qiao Wanxian, who was still asleep, back from Zhou Gong, and made him get up from the bed angrily, and scolded in his heart.

"Is it the landlord?"

After a thought flashed, Qiao Wan had no pajamas and immediately became energetic. He has been in arrears of rent for more than half a month, and even if he has a three-inch tongue, I am afraid that no matter how much he quibbles, he will not escape his fate.

Qiao Wan sighed, got up slowly, washed his face simply, and at the same time instantly made up seven or eight excuses in his heart to continue to be in arrears, although it may not work, let's try it for the time being.

He squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and cautiously opened the door......

There were seven or eight middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes standing outside the door, who looked very stylish, and it was estimated that they had a lot of backgrounds.

It's just that I don't know you at all, am I looking for the wrong person? It's really fucked up, I drink cold water and stuff my teeth when people are not going well, I don't have money to pay the rent, and there are strangers who come to disturb my sleep!

Qiao Wanxian retracted his smiling face, and was about to close the door to sleep, when the bald man with extraordinary bearing closest to the door pushed the door panel and asked politely: "Excuse me, are you Mr. Wanxian?" ”

"Huh?" Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, and looked at these people again, yes, I really don't know it! Not...... Could it be someone I knew before? Don't come here to collect gambling debts, then I'll be crazy!

"You...... Who are you? Qiao Wanxian's voice was a little weak, if this is really asking for gambling debts, half of my little life will be gone.

The man said with a respectful face, "I'm Kenyon." ”

"Kenyon?" Qiao Wan leisurely explored his memory, feeling that he really had no impression of this person, and showed a blank look.

Kenyon smiled and said: "I am the CEO of Chelsea Football Club, and I came here today to negotiate a contract with you. ”

"Contract? What contract? Qiao Wanxian was puzzled.

Kenyon said calmly: "After unanimous discussions at our Chelsea hierarchy, we have decided to hire you as Chelsea's manager for the new season. ”

"Huh?" Qiao Wanxian opened his mouth widely, and his heart almost jumped out in shock.

"I ...... I ......" Qiao Wanxian was so excited that he couldn't speak. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, could it be...... Is it because of that bet?

Qiao Wanxian seemed to understand something, and asked with wide eyes, "Did your Jishu director propose it to Mr. Abu?" ”

Before Kenyon could answer, a middle-aged man behind him showed a puzzled look, shook his head and said, "Mr. Wan Xian, this is the first time I have met you, and I have never proposed you to the club. ”

"Huh?" Qiao Wanxian frowned, no, that person clearly said that he was the director of jishu...... He pinched his chin and fell into deep thought, and through the memories of his previous life, he suddenly realized that the middle-aged man who spoke to him that day seemed to be somewhat similar to the owner of Chelsea Football Club, Roman Abramovich!

Could it be him?

Thinking of his various words and deeds that day, he was deliberately avoiding the camera lens, and he spoke resolutely and decisively, whenever he heard himself sarcastically mock Abu, he would be very angry, it turned out to be ...... He really is Abu!

Oh my God, I made a pact with Abu!

Kenyon saw that Qiao Wan was silent for a long time, so he asked lightly, "Mr. Wan Xian, I don't know what you are interested in this job...... Interested? ”

Qiao Wanxian swallowed and spat in shock, and said with a little weakness: "Mr. Kenyon, my coaching certificate is C-level, I'm afraid it's not enough to be qualified to coach Chelsea Club." ”

Kenyon waved his hand and smiled: "You don't have to worry about this, there are still more than two months left before the new season, and the club has enough time to help you get this done." ”

"Can you give me some time to prepare? Not...... I'm a little agitated right now, and my mood may be unstable. Qiao Wan said apologetically.

Kenyon smiled and said, "It's okay, we'll wait for you at the nearby Hyde Hotel to sign the contract." ”

"Good ......"

After Qiao Wanxian closed the door, the whole person was piled up on the floor, and his eyes were so excited that he lost his mind......

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"Is Mr. Abu crazy? We're going to hire this yellow pig as the head coach? Leaving Qiao Wanxian's unit building, a brown-haired man couldn't help but ask.

Kenyon frowned and said, "Greid, please don't slander Boss Abu, and don't insult Mr. Wanxian, you are racist and want to go to jail, understand?" ”

Kenyon glanced at Greid dissatisfied, and secretly wrote it down in his heart, and when he returned, he must tell Boss Abu that the most important thing in a team is trust and harmony, and such an impetuous person will definitely cause problems within the team.

Apparently unaware of his problem, Grad continued to defend himself with a red neck: "Didn't Mr Abou say that he wanted Mr Mourinho to be in charge of Chelsea? How much effort have we made to reach out to Mourinho in all this time? Did we give up on Mr. Mourinho just to find such a young, obscure yellowskin...... Yellows? God, before today, who knew this guy existed? ”

"Enough is Greid, pay attention to your identity!"

Kenyon scolded, clearly already very angry. While he couldn't understand the abrupt abrupt abandonment of Jose Mourinho, last season's European champion, in favour of the nobody, it was no longer time to discuss the issue.

As the CEO of the club, it is necessary for him to maintain the club and maintain the face of the owner.

The young and energetic Grede didn't care so much: "My grandfather was a Chelsea manager, my family has been the club's most loyal fan for generations, and I have the right to know the inside story! Did Abu buy Chelsea Football Club and ruin the brand of this century-old club? ”

After saying that, Greid flicked his sleeves, got into his car and flew away, obviously he didn't want to have any more contact with that yellow man, if he wanted to negotiate a contract, you guys talked! Such a ridiculous thing, I, Greid, don't participate in it!

Kenyon and his party all had ugly faces.

Either way, they are carrying out the most bizarre decision in the club's history, becoming a disgrace or a legend, and their resumes will be painted with heavy makeup!

It's just that the first time I met Qiao Wanxian today, I felt that he was sloppy, submissive, less and more polite...... Judging by this first impression, it is increasingly likely that they will become a disgrace.

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