When Simon King met Samuel Kamil, he was cleaning up the dishes in the dining room.

This is a gray-haired, slightly thin man.

There seemed to be an indescribable resentment in the vicissitudes of life, as if as long as it was touched lightly, it would explode like a balloon.

Simon King cautiously approached the other party and asked softly, "Hello, sir." Pls are you Samuel Kamil? ”

"Who are you?" The corners of the other party's eyebrows were raised, and his cloudy eyes seemed to be full of the hardships of life.

"My name is Simon King and I'm from Vichena FC in Portugal."

Camille's eyes lowered again, and he hung his head and said, "What's the matter?" ”

"I would like you to join my team and play in the Portuguese Super League."

Hearing this, Camille's body shook, but he quickly resumed his work, shook his head and said, "Whoever you are, please leave immediately!" I, Camille, am not good at it, but I can't let you play with it. ”

Simon Kim didn't understand why the other party reacted like this, so he quickly took out his coaching certificate and said, "I'm sorry sir, although I don't know what you've been through, I'm serious, this is my coaching certificate." ”

Camille tilted his head and glanced at him, frowning for a moment, but after staring at Simon King for two seconds, he lowered his head again.

Simon King was completely stunned, he was not deeply involved in the world, and he did not understand the hardships of small people at this time.

"Sir, you ...... What time do you get off work? I can wait until you're done with your work. ”

Camille looked up at him again, then at the glass window and door, and suddenly lost his temper.

"I warn you again! Get out now! Also, I've seen your camera hidden in the shadows, don't you want to make fun of me anymore! ”

With that, Camille slammed the plate in his hand and turned away in a huff.

If Simon King was just stunned just now, now he is completely stupid.

"What camera...... What's amusing...... What a wonder! ”

At this moment, a waiter from the restaurant walked quickly to him.

"Sir, don't make fun of Camille anymore, it's not easy for him."

Simon King looked back at the waitress and said, "Hello lady, I'm not here to play a prank, I'm actually a Portuguese coach and I want to ask him to join us." ”

With that, he handed over his coaching card again.

The waitress didn't pick it up, just shook her head and said, "I don't understand these things, if you can prove that you really came to invite him, then I can pass the word for you." However, if you want to make fun of him, all of our clerks will be unkind to you. ”

Hearing what the other party said, Simon King suddenly calmed down.

He took the waitress into a corner, pulled out his phone, and found some video of the game with his image.

After a few moments, the waitress finally believed him and began to tell the story of Camille.

"Camille, it's not easy. He has a 6-year-old son and a 4-year-old daughter. In addition to playing football in the team, he also has to work two jobs outside. But we admire him, he plays well and he's very friendly. ”

Simon King interjected: "But the team's goalkeeper told me that Camille has a bad temper. ”

"Nope! That's when they bullied him, but he actually had a good temper. ”

"And the teasing you said earlier...... What's going on? ”

The waitress sighed and said, "About a month ago, Camille got drunk and told his teammates that with his ability, he could at least play as a substitute in Ligue 1. ”

"And then?"

"And then? Then this incident was recorded and posted on the Internet, and then his troubles began. ”

"What's the trouble?"

"There's a lot of trouble."

The waitress turned her head, looked at Camille in the dining cabinet with distressed eyes, and said: "Some people came to interview him, but they took the interview out of context and then attacked him on social media. ”

"Damn!" Simon King slammed the table.

"Not only that, but they also made fun of Camille's son, saying that he was ......"

"What did you say about him?" Simon King was already a little annoyed.

"He said he had a father who could only brag, and said that Camille was a self-righteous trash."

"Do they really say that?"

"Really. So after that, Camille stopped contacting strangers, and his son was laughed at by his classmates, so he didn't dare to go to school anymore. ”

Hearing this, Simon King couldn't stand it anymore, he stood up suddenly, and shouted at Kamil: "Samuel Kamil, I am willing to sign you immediately at a price of 2,000 euros a week." ”

"2,000 euros?" The waitress covered her mouth in shock.

But Simon King's anger continues.

"In addition to that, I will give you another 20,000 euros for the signing fee, which I have already brought!"

With that, he opened his backpack and pulled out a blank contract from it.

The waitress immediately shouted: "Camille, this gentleman didn't lie to you, I watched the video of his game, he is really a coach." ”

Hearing this, Camille hesitated.

He stood still, motionless.

After a long time, with the encouragement of her colleagues, Camille slowly walked out.

"You...... Didn't lie to me? Camille looked at Simon King with a cloudy expression on his face.

"If I lie to you, let God send me to hell right away!"

"You mean really? Are you really going to let me go to Portugal? ”

"It's really Camille! Let's go now, take your son and daughter, and I'll arrange for them to attend the soccer school in Vixner. ”

Hearing this, the waitresses in the restaurant were so happy that they shed tears.

They all ran to Camille excitedly, their faces full of relief and joy.

"What's your name?" Camille asked.

"My name is Simon King! You're my main left-back from today and our goal this season is to reach the Champions League! ”

Camille is stupid, an old man who can only play in the third division and has to work two extra jobs a day, is going to compete for a ticket to the Champions League?

"You heard you right, Camille!"

Simon King's eyes were full of determination, and he said loudly: "Remember the humiliation that those people have made to you!" One day, I'll let you slap their faces all swollen with action! ”

"Why did you sign me?" Camille, who was excited, asked the last doubt in his heart before leaving.

"Because I, like you, have suffered something similar. It is also because, you are not lying, and your ability can indeed play a substitute in Ligue 1. But you have to remember that from now on you will not be a substitute for anyone, I will make you a regular in the Champions League! ”