Good luck in the city

Chapter 151 Don't cry when the time comes!
Hengda Football School.

Located in Pingshan District, Pengcheng City, it is a private football school.

Because there is no government subsidy, the tuition fee is very expensive, at least [-] to [-] a year.

It is very difficult for ordinary families to bear this cost.

In fact, the founders of these football schools did not have the idea of ​​​​delivering talents for the national football team.

They regard those children who like to play football as their own money-making machines, and they ask their parents for various fees.

He also turned a blind eye to the bribery of the coach.

This is the case with the principal of Hengda Football School.

Because the coach is the lifeblood of the football school, especially those coaches who have brought out stars, they are the backbone of the football school.

As long as it is said that a certain star has played in the hands of this coach and has been coached by him when recruiting students.

That's why he was able to enter the club, become a star sought after by everyone, and his legs became weak when he made money.

As long as they are there, it is the best live advertisement.

Therefore, there will also be a steady stream of children, under the leadership of their parents, who will come to the football school to sign up for practice, and the football school will be able to earn more money.

If things go on like this, once the interest chain is formed, it will be difficult to break it.

Anyone who doesn't understand the rules and breaks the rules will become the public enemy of this circle.

Therefore, those parents could only swallow their anger and dare not speak out about the coach's acceptance of the red envelope.

If the family is rich, pay the money obediently. If the family conditions are not good, it doesn’t matter. Then your child will just wait and sit on the bench. Don’t even think about playing in the game. Anyway, it doesn’t matter to them if they lose the game.

Yang Fei took Xiaotian's family to find the coach of the football school, who was a greasy fat man with a fat head and big ears, his eyes were narrowed into a slit, and his mouth was still shining with oil.

At this time, a youth friendly match was being held on the field.

This coach named Fu Weipeng was sitting on a stool playing with his mobile phone, with a cigarette in his mouth, and yelled at the field from time to time.

Yang Fei walked up to him, looked him up and said, "You are Xiaotian's coach, right?"

Fu Weipeng took a puff of cigarette, looked at Yang Fei suspiciously, "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is, why do you let a boy who loves football and has superb football skills sit on the bench?"

Fu Weipeng couldn't help laughing, "Don't push me if you don't understand. Players who can play have better skills than him. If he goes up, he will only embarrass himself. Do you want me to give up the whole game for a player with poor skills? Game? Excuse me, I'm the coach and I have to be responsible for every game."

He held his head high and spoke righteously, as if he was God.

"You're talking nonsense. Last time you were at my house, you clearly said that my son has excellent football skills. Compared with his peers, he is outstanding." The boy's father said angrily.

"Did I say this? Why don't I remember? Let me tell you, it's best not to talk nonsense without evidence, and be careful that I will sue you for defamation!"

"You..." The boy's father glared angrily, staring at the coach, but had nothing to say.

Yang Fei patted him on the shoulder, signaling him not to be impulsive.

Then he walked up to Fu Weipeng and said coldly: "The national football team has been unable to qualify for the World Cup for so many years because of a group of moths like you, because you have no sportsmanship at all. Regardless of the Olympic spirit, this is still the youth stage, and it is time to lay the foundation for Chinese football. As a result, you have been rotten from the beginning. No wonder this time the national football team can't even play in a small country that has been fighting all the time. You coaches have to do it for you. bear the greatest responsibility.”

"What the hell are you pretending to be in front of me? There's nothing to do when you're full, right?"

"What do you mean we have to bear the greatest responsibility? Do you understand football? Do you know what is total attack and total defense, and what is anti-offside tactics? Why don't you just pretend to be aggressive for me here, get out!"

Fu Weipeng was poked in the sore spot by Yang Fei, and he cursed out of embarrassment.

Yang Fei really wanted to go up and beat him up, but considering that there were still children around, he gave up this idea.
Yang Fei squatted down and looked at Xiaotian, "Xiaotian, do you really want to go up to the competition?"

Xiaotian nodded abruptly, wiped his nose, choked up and said, "I...I want to participate in the competition."

Looking at those children running wildly on the green field, Xiaotian's eyes were full of longing.

"Okay, I promise you, you can play in the competition later!"

Fu Weipeng heard this and sneered, "You really think of yourself as the principal? Without my approval, who would dare to play?"

Yang Fei glanced at him and ignored him.

He comforted Xiaotian's parents again, and then left.

Seeing Yang Fei leave, Fu Weipeng mocked with disdain: "Boy, aren't you awesome? Stay here and continue to pretend?"

……

The principal of Hengda Football School is also the office of Dong Liang, the owner of the football school.

At this time, he was having a love interaction with Xiao Mi, and he was only one step away from hitting a home run.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

He hurriedly pushed away the hot little secretary, and shouted out of the door in displeasure: "Who the hell!"

Yang Fei pushed the door open and went in, "Are you the principal of Hengda Football School?"

"Yes, who are you? What's the matter?"

Seeing that it was a strange young man who came in, Dong Liang was a little scared, could it be Xiao Mi's suitor?
"I don't know if your football school is interested in transferring it, please quote a price!" Yang Fei said lightly.

Dong Liang frowned and stared at Yang Fei, "Buy my school? Which company are you a representative of?"

"You don't have to worry about it, you just need to quote a price."

Dong Liang sneered, "Our school is on the rise, with an annual revenue of tens of millions, and the country strongly supports grassroots football education. The future is bright. Do you think we will transfer the football school to you? You think I am Stupid?"

"So, no matter how much I pay, you won't sell it?"

"Yes, this football school is a sweet spot. I just spent 2000 million yuan to expand the stadium and renovate the equipment. I'm so crazy that I will sell it to you! Roll as far as you can!"

Yang Fei looked indifferent when he heard the words, smiled and said: "Then don't cry when the time comes."

He already had a plan in mind, so he stopped talking nonsense and left Dong Liang's office directly.

"Regret Nima, if I regret it, I will be your grandson!" Dong Liang's roar came from behind.

When Yang Fei left, he had already made plans. He found Zhao Yaxin and asked her to send someone from the company to handle the matter.

The person who came to assist Yang Fei was Zhao Yaxin's newly recruited assistant named Du Xiaolan. She is 23 years old and has just graduated from the School of Management of Capital University. She is proficient in English, Korean, and Japanese, and has strong business skills.

Du Xiaolan originally had the opportunity to work in a Fortune [-] company, but Zhao Yaxin did not know what method she used to trick her into Wanye Investment.

"Boss, what are your orders?" Du Xiaolan was wearing a professional dress, her graceful figure could be seen at a glance, her face was delicate and round, she was a rare beauty.

"Help me find out, besides Hengda Football School, there are other football schools in Pengcheng, and find out the smaller ones for me, immediately!"

"Okay, boss." Du Xiaolan heard this and hurried to check.

After a while, she came back with a document in her hand.

"Boss, these are the three football schools in Pengcheng that are in poor operating conditions besides Hengda Football School. They are the Enyang Football School in Bantian, the Yingde Football School in Bao'an, and the other in Longcheng. Hong Kong’s Big Root Football School.”

"Among them, the Yingde Football School is in the worst operating condition. It is the smallest of the three football schools. It currently has the fewest students at the school, with only 130 students and eight coaches. In addition, I also found on the Internet that they The school is currently in debt of 1000 million and is looking for investors."

Du Xiaolan is worthy of being a top student of Beijing University, and her work efficiency is very high. In less than half an hour, she perfectly solved the task assigned by Yang Fei.

Yang Fei was very satisfied with this, and couldn't help but praise her a few words.

"In your opinion, how much value is left in the Yingde football school?" Yang Fei asked.

"Inferred from public information, the current market value of the Yingde Football School is about 560 million, excluding the 1000 million in debt."

Yang Fei nodded, and then said: "Please help me send a letter of intent to the principal of the Yingde Football School. I will offer 4000 million RMB!"

"4000 million? Boss, is 4000 million too much? I think 3000 million is enough!" Du Xiaolan suggested.

"It's only 4000 million, your boss and I are not short of money!" Yang Fei smiled lightly.

Du Xiaolan opened his mouth wide and looked at Yang Fei in surprise, why is this boss so rich.

Can save money or not?Could it be that there is too much money to run out?
She guessed it right, Yang Fei now has more money than he can use up.

And the more I use it, the more feedback I get from the system every day.

A mere 1000 million is nothing to him.

(End of this chapter)