genius creator

Chapter 744
Coach Yin said so much, Yang Luo suddenly realized.

"Didn't you tell me on the phone last time that you have already considered it? Why haven't you given me an answer yet? La Liga's winter transfer period is about to begin. You have to seize this opportunity."

After hearing this, Yang Luo also became nervous.

Didn't expect it to be so early.

"Then what do I need to do here?" This is Yang Luo's first official transfer to another team, and he will still be very nervous.

Coach Yin waved his hand: "I want you to say something, you only need to answer me, and I will handle the rest."

Yang Luo nodded. Although his decision could no longer be changed, would it really harm Coach Yin?

At the beginning, coach Yin sent himself to Europe to study, hoping that he could develop rapidly and return to China to play for Zhongneng after 2 years, but now he is returning to China, but he has to leave again without playing a game for Zhongneng. Mr. Yang Luo I feel a little guilty.

"Coach Yin, is it not good for me to do this?"

Coach Yin shook his head and touched Yang Luo's head: "Son, you just need to remember one sentence, people go to high places, water flows to low places, not everyone will have such an opportunity, you are the only one in China A player who can play in La Liga, and it's Real Madrid, we all have brilliance in our faces."

After finishing speaking, Coach Yin still looked at Yang Luo with a smile: "Did you know that during the World Cup, my phone here has been ringing, and the rich teams from the five major leagues in the world have sent invitations to you, such as Serie A AC Milan in the Premier League, Manchester United in the Premier League, Bayern in the Bundesliga, Ajax in the Eredivisie, and as for La Liga, there are more."

Yang Luo was very surprised by this, but after playing with football for so long, Yang Luo also has a certain understanding of the things inside.

"In this case, my worth should not be low."

Coach Yin stretched out his thumb: "That's right, Yang Luo, don't worry, you are a hot potato now, I have to fry you up to a sky-high price, foreigners' money is not for nothing."

Coach Yin was worried that Yang Luo had other ideas after speaking, his tone suddenly calmed down, and he whispered: "Yang Luo, maybe you may wonder how much money I can make by selling you, here I will tell you the truth To be honest, I have no other intentions, I just hope that you can have a good home, and Zhongneng will only charge a certain fee as usual, and other fees are your personal income."

As soon as Yang Luo heard this, he knew that Coach Yin had misunderstood.

Coach Yin has been helping him since he first came into contact with football. Yang Luo knows that the other party is doing it for his own good, not for money.

Besides, Yang Luo also thought about this matter for a long time from the time it happened to when it was decided.

Real Madrid is not a team that anyone can go to if they want. Besides, staying in China has no room for development for me, and I still want to further my studies.

Therefore, he completely trusted Coach Yin.

"Coach, I know you are doing it for my own good, so there is no misunderstanding."

Hearing Yang Luo's explanation, Coach Yin finally nodded his head: "That's good, all right, you are the protagonists tonight, so I won't bother you, by the way, after the team is disbanded, you will go back with me, Or go straight home?"

Yang Luo thought about it. Although Zhongneng was the place where his dream started, he did not make any contribution to the team.

To put it bluntly, the names of the team members are incomplete, so why go back.

"I'd better go home directly. As for the transfer, you have full authority to arrange it." Yang Luo said.

"Okay, I will arrange the transfer, but Xiaohao misses you very much, why don't you go and see?"

Speaking of Xiaohao, Yang Luo vaguely remembered the Xiaohao he saw when he returned to China for the competition.

Now Xiaohao has grown taller and grown up, he is no longer that childish looking child.

Thinking of seeing Xiao Hao on the stage in the future, Yang Luo couldn't help being excited, "Well, I'd better communicate with him about Xiao Hao myself."

Coach Yin nodded: "Okay then, you can handle this matter yourself, do you have anything else to do?"

Yang Luo thought for a while, then suddenly looked at Ling Feng who was being interviewed.

Judging from the look in Ling Feng's exchange just now, perhaps, Ling Feng's feelings for Rongcheng Industry are quite ordinary.

"Coach, will our team still need to introduce players this season?"

When it comes to bringing in players, Coach Yin's face is not only sad.

"Hey, I talked about a few players before, and they all came for trial training, but I didn't keep them. Maybe our conditions are a bit behind." When talking about this topic, Coach Yin was a little sad.

"Then do our players have any requirements?" Yang Luo asked curiously.

"Of course." Coach Yin raised his head and said, "Although our results have not been satisfactory, our requirements for selecting players are very high."

"Is someone like Ling Feng okay?" Yang Luo glanced at Ling Feng and asked.

Coach Yin glanced at Ling Feng, his pupils constricted instantly, and he nodded his head like a rattle: "Really? Ling Feng, does he have this intention?"

"I can ask, just give me a quick word." Yang Luo raised his head and became proud.

"You boy, as long as Ling Feng can come to our team, I will agree to any conditions," Coach Yin said without saying a word.

In this World Cup, apart from Yang Luo, the most eye-catching performance was Ling Feng.

In the game against the Brazil team, Ling Feng's midfielder scored a goal with a spoon, which opened the eyes of the whole world. After getting to know this 18-year-old young player, many domestic teams began to study him, but Ling Feng Feng's appearance is indifferent, and many teams are worried that they will not be able to integrate into the team atmosphere, so they are a little troubled.

Ling Feng's skills and speed are among the best among his peers. If he can come to Zhongneng, Coach Yin agrees with both hands.

"Yang Luo, it's up to you, I'll wait for your good news." After speaking, Coach Yin withdrew first.

The party that night ended very late, and when Yang Luo returned to the hotel room, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

After a busy day, even though he has gained a lot, even Yang Luo can't hold on sometimes.

Lying on the bed, I instantly recalled the scene after scene that happened in Moscow a few days ago in my mind.

Especially when the Chinese team won the World Cup, Yang Luo could not help but smile.

At this time, the room was closed, and a cold voice came in from outside the door.

"I got rich overnight, I'm so happy."

Yang Luo tilted his head and glanced at Ling Feng, and responded angrily: "Didn't you also send a lot of money, didn't you just finish having fun?"

Ling Feng sat down on the bed with a bottle of wine in his hand, and said in a stiff tone: "I'm not that boring, you're talking about Wu Lei."

(End of this chapter)