Without much conversation, Chen Yufeng sat down next to Ranieri and began the press conference.

'N'Golo Kante, we all know you've just come from Caen in France, what are your expectations and prospects for a new start in the Premier League?

"Mr. Ranieri, there are rumours that Walsh, the team's head of football, has strongly recommended that you sign Kante on several occasions, and that led to this signing, is that true?"

'Do you think N'Golo Kante will have a solid place at Leicester this season? Or do you think N'Golo Kante can contribute to the team? ”

“……”

In Chen Yufeng's perception, this press conference is very fast.

He didn't even think about it, just went through the whole process in a daze.

Because......

Not a single reporter asked him any questions about it!

Even about his business attributes, about his repeatedly defeated career, no reporter is curious.

The focus of the entire press conference was on Kante and Ranieri, who were ignored by reporters as if he were a transparent person.

In the highly competitive world of European football, this situation is indeed what Chen Yufeng often suffers from.

The media really don't need some boring gossip and the thrill of ridiculing a complete loser.

Brutal football doesn't need underdogs, and they don't even deserve the chance to be remembered.

Chen Yufeng has adapted to this feeling.

He just sat silently next to him, smiling at Ranieri and Kante's answers.

Few people noticed that the corners of his mouth were actually a little lonely and bitter, and the desire to play in the depths of his eyes was even stronger.

He had to create a place of his own in this charismatic sport!

Make yourself the center of attention!

Soon, the press conference came to the last moment.

Chen Yufeng, who didn't say a word, moved his mouth that had been placed next to the microphone, stood up, picked up a jersey that belonged to his new team, came to the center of the rostrum, and took a group photo with everyone.

This is the number 66 shirt he chose before, there is nothing superfluous, just hope that the season will go well.

"Click!"

With a flash of flashing lights from the media, the press conference officially ended.

The media crowd stumbled towards the door, and Kante put down his shirt and walked over to Chen Yufeng's side.

"It's not a good feeling, I hope you won't encounter it in the future."

Kante came to Chen Yufeng's side with some empathy, patted Chen Yufeng on the shoulder, and said a sentence in English, which was still a little unproficient.

Because of his short stature and thin appearance, his career has also suffered many dark moments, and at one point he had no way out, so he had to redouble his efforts to catch up.

He has a better understanding of what Chen Yufeng just suffered, and he can also experience Chen Yufeng's loneliness just now in some micro-expressions.

Ranieri on the side also walked over and gently patted Chen Yufeng on the shoulder, "I hope you have a happy time in Leicester City." ”

Ranieri, who is accustomed to failure and has experienced countless failures, is really in no mood to comfort others too much.

Moreover, his current positioning of Chen Yufeng is only a business choice.

Not long ago, after learning about Chen Yufeng's age and experience, any illusions he had about this player were shattered.

Well, it does look like it's just like a business option and doesn't do anything else.

The only thing that makes Ranieri's heart flutter is that from the player's resume, he seems to have a tenacious character and extraordinary willpower.

This is also somewhat similar to him.

Defeat after defeat, defeat after defeat.

However, as a coach, the older you get, the more experienced you are, and the possibility of gradually increasing your coaching ability.

Player's words......

That's impossible.

Looking at Chen Yufeng's face, Ranieri finally stepped forward and hugged him with some distress, "If I have the opportunity, I will definitely try to give you some playing time." ”

"I'll fight for it myself." Chen Yufeng naturally knew what Ranieri meant, and said with a smile.

Playing chances?

Yes, it was indeed what he dreamed of.

But he'll kick those chances with his feet!

Ranieri was slightly stunned, raised an eyebrow, and smiled.

Even if he didn't believe it, he said, "I hope so." ”

…………

Afternoon.

After helping Chen Yufeng negotiate the club contract and salary bonus, Chen Binghua separated from Chen Yufeng at the training ground.

The negotiation of the contract is quite smooth, and for Chen Yufeng's current situation, they themselves cannot expect a high remuneration and bonus.

In addition, the family itself is not bad for savings, and it is basically financially free.

In this regard, it is naturally passed quickly.

In the end, with Vichai's smile, Chen Yufeng signed a two-year player contract with a weekly salary of 5,000 euros.

It includes a bonus of 150,000 euros for 10 appearances in a single season, as well as a bonus clause of 500,000 euros for five goals.

Of course, this bonus clause, except for Chen Yufeng himself, who thinks he can try it.

Others must have thought it was just a line.

Looking at the indifferent expressions of Vichai and the other staff, Chen Yufeng felt that their opinion of himself was very appropriate to describe in one sentence.

If he is worth 500,000 euros, then one million euros must be the Chinese fan market behind him.

The player owes half a million.

Of course, that's just what others think of him right now.

He himself will definitely not be presumptuous and underestimate his current ability attributes!

With a decent base value, with the Bayesian arc, then he has a moat of his own!

From being uncompetitive to having expertise and characteristics!

"I'm going to train hard, and I'll arrange the house and some basic daily necessities by tonight."

Looking at the vicissitudes of life on his son's face, thinking of his career as a player who was so upside down but never succeeded once, Chen Binghua's heart also felt a little distressed.

Especially after watching the press conference, his son sat lonely and embarrassed next to him for twenty minutes.

"Well, don't worry." Chen Yufeng smiled.

"Have a good relationship with the coach, don't be bullied by others, and if someone provokes you, you will fight back fiercely."

Chen Binghua seemed to be relieved, and said: "But don't take the initiative to stir up trouble." ”

"Hahaha, my ears are calloused, daddy."

Chen Yufeng smiled and shook his head, but he could still feel his father's heartfelt worry and concern.

These words, he is already thirty years old, he definitely does not need.

However, this may be the Chinese style of fatherly love.

No matter how old you are, you always feel like a child, and you can't rest assured.

"Alright Dad, I'm going to be late if I don't go, and I don't want to be treated like Ranieri on the first day of training."

Chen Yufeng waved his hand, picked up his sneakers and turned around, leaving a back.

Chen Binghua also turned around and walked at first, walked a few steps and looked back, and it was a long time to see.

Looking at his son's lonely back, Chen Binghua's eyes couldn't help but moisten.

He knew that if he insisted on it desperately this time, the result would still be a failure.

He admires his son's courage and tenacity, and is proud of it.

But as an old father, how can he not feel distressed.

Obviously born in a family with fine clothes and food, he chose the most difficult path to take.

"If God opens his eyes, let him succeed once, just once."

Chen Binghua, who has never begged immortals to worship Buddha and superstition all his life, at this moment, began to pray in his heart that God would open his eyes.