Chapter 240: Not a single cent of the 7500 million is counterfeit [No, I went to the bathroom and came back. Jiang Yuan has done another hat trick? ][This is a bit outrageous brothers, they all come to the Premier League to bully weak players, Jiang Yuan is the one who really bullies weak players, and Son Heung-min is the one who is being bullied] [There is a sense of beauty when a young player meets a great player. Son Heung-min is still too young.] [South Korea tells China what cooperation is, and China tells South Korea what personal ability is] [Cooperation is useless, the Koreans are just like this. I can only say that South Korea is still too bad, Japan is not as bad as them, if they don’t score a goal quickly, they will be shut out.] [Hiss, can the director play Xiao Jiang's explosive shot a few more times? It was really shocking the first time I watched it, and the more I watched it, the more shocking it became. The speed of the ball was invincible, and it was in a blind spot. The Korean goalkeeper saved the ball in vain.] [South Korean coach: I am in U23, and there is a golden boy from Chelsea on the opposite side. What should I do? Waiting online, very urgent! ] [King Jiang, score another goal! Go!] [King Jiang, 20 more goals and a few more three-pointers will do. 3:0 is still too little] 【7500 million euros, not a single cent is counterfeit】 ……
In the 85th minute of the game, the score was still 3:0, and China U23 had basically secured victory in the game. At this time, I don’t know who started it, but the singing of Chinese fans gradually rang out in the Khalifa Stadium. The singing became louder and louder, slowly reaching the ears of the fans in the stadium. This is a song that everyone is familiar with. "I want a life in full bloom~" “It’s like flying in the vast sky~” "It's like walking through an endless wilderness~" "Having the power to fight for everything~" "..." A live chorus of 5000 people without dubbing is extremely rare. "Hmm! The audience in the live broadcast room should be able to hear the Chinese fans in the stadium singing "Life in Full Bloom". The sound is very shocking!" "Yes, that's right. I believe the fans in the live broadcast room feel the same as I do..." “Excited…very excited!” The 90 minutes of regular time have ended, the fourth official has given 2 minutes of injury time, and now the Korean players are in control of the ball. This was South Korea's last attack. Although the game was destined to be lost, the South Korean players still wanted to score a goal. Snapped! Shen Xiangmin, who was protecting the backcourt, sent a fairly accurate long pass to the frontcourt. Son Heung-min ran to the position, stopped the ball with his chest and passed it to Liu Chengyou on the side, who then passed the ball to Huang Xican. "ta!" The crisp sound of the ball hitting the ground and Huang Xican's sudden dribbling of the ball to the bottom made Wang Tong a little unable to react. The Chinese team's full-back wanted to return to defense, but it seemed too late. "here!"
Son Heung-min in the middle reached out for the ball, then rushed in between Mi Haolun and Shi Ke and went straight to the Chinese team's small penalty area. Hwang Hee-chan made a cross with his right foot, and Son Heung-min saw the opportunity and prepared to score in front of the goal. But Du Jia's reaction was really fast. He rushed out from the goal line and blocked Huang Xican's cross with his two spread legs. The ball came to Du Jia's crotch, and Du Jia directly held the ball with his thigh. The referee picked up a yellow whistle and put it in his mouth. “Beep, beep—!” "Roar--!!!" "Brilliant!" As soon as the referee blew the whistle, all the players on the Chinese team, including those on the bench, rushed out, spread their arms and ran around the court. Liu Binbin, Xie Pengfei, Liao Lisheng, Zhang Yuning, Wei Shihao, etc., all the current Chinese players are like crazy. Liu Binbin, Xie Pengfei and others played for the full 90 minutes, but they can still run very fast now. As we all know, the physical strength of football players when playing games and celebrating is not interchangeable. Playing games is tiring, but this does not affect the passion of players to celebrate at all. As for Jiang Yuan, he didn't react? That is impossible! "Okay!" Jiang Yuan took off his jersey, wrapped it into a ball in his hand, and then threw it out. All of a sudden, the fans in the stands were in chaos. Finally, a man who was probably in his forties or fifties took Jiang Yuan's jersey, which immediately attracted the envious gazes of the surrounding fans. This is the national team's championship jersey, and the price is conservatively estimated to be five figures! "wwwoooow!!!" "Come on, come here!" The stadium was very noisy, and in order to be heard by the players, Fu Bo almost shouted hysterically. "Come on, brothers! Target Jiang Yuan!" Fu Bo pointed at Jiang Yuan, and the next second, Wei Shihao was the first to rush over and grabbed Jiang Yuan's arm with one hand. Later, Liu Binbin, Xie Pengfei, Liao Lisheng and others hurried over. "Hey, what are you guys doing?" Jiang Yuan was like a kid being bullied at school, squatting on the ground and not daring to move. "Brother Yuan, stop talking!" Wei Shihao "pulled" Jiang Yuan up from the ground, and then worked together with several teammates to successfully lift up Jiang Yuan, who weighed 72kg. "Fuck, this is dangerous, fuck, let me go!" "I'm afraid of heights, I'm afraid of heights!"
Jiang Yuan used his hands and mouth to come up with all kinds of reasons to get his teammates to let him go, but everyone was so excited at the moment that they didn't have time to listen to Jiang Yuan's explanation. "3" "2" "1" "Brother Yuan is awesome!" "321, Brother Yuan is awesome!" "woww!" In this way, Jiang Yuan flew up and down in the sky for more than 2 minutes. Not only his teammates shouted "Awesome", but the fans at the scene also shouted "Awesome". "The champion is..." “China!” Amidst live commentary and background music, Jiang Yuan and others came to the podium that had just been set up, and more than 20 people stood in a row. Immediately afterwards, the live broadcast at the Khalifa Stadium sounded, still in the familiar Chinese language. "All citizens of the People's Republic of China please stand up" Not daring to be negligent, more than 5000 people stood up. Three seconds later. “Thump, thump, thump, thump~” "Ding-deng-deng-deng-deng-deng" “Thump, thump, thump, thump…thump!”… "China Media Group, China Media Group, dear audience friends, what you are watching now is the 2016 AFC U23 Asian Cup Awards Ceremony. Standing in the center of the podium is the Chinese men's football U23 youth team." "We can see that these young guys all have a shining gold medal around their necks, which is a recognition of their success in winning the championship in this tournament!" "The person on the screen now is Jiang Yuan, the captain of the Chinese men's football U23 team. He will receive the championship trophy from Mr. Mohammed bin Hammam, President of the Asian Football Confederation, on behalf of the Chinese U23 team." “现在是北京时间1月31日凌晨12点51分，中国男足U23” "Win the championship!" …… Qatar Airways flight QR011, Airbus 380-800, took off from Hamad International Airport and headed for London Heathrow T4. This was an early morning flight, and only four of the eight first-class seats were occupied. Jiang Yuan didn't bring any luggage, so he just lay down in his seat after getting on the plane. A big part of the reason why Jiang Yuan bought a first-class ticket was because of the spacious space in the first-class cabin. Once he lies down on the small bed and opens the small door, the outside world has nothing to do with him anymore. "call--"
With a "bang", Jiang Yuan collapsed on the sofa. After holding a celebration banquet in Qatar in the evening, he got on the plane directly. It has been less than 23 hours since the end of the U5 Asian Cup, so it can be said that we are in a very tight schedule. "Ding, sorry to bother you." Just when Jiang Yuan was about to take a break, a flight attendant in a dark blue uniform walked in. From the badge on her chest, it could be seen that she was the chief flight attendant of this flight. The chief flight attendant provided the passengers with free Wi-Fi redemption codes, and then said some welcome words. Translated into Chinese, the thank you speeches were words like "You are honored to visit us" and "Qatar Airways is honored to serve us". To put it bluntly, it was to thank Jiang Yuan and the other three for giving money to the airline. "Hello, sir." The flight attendant this time was a man in a suit with a notebook in his hand: "Sir, we have 2004KRUG... and 2006Alexandar pink champagne here, which one would you like?" "Champagne?" Jiang Yuan shrugged: "No champagne, I need two glasses of water. Oh, no distilled water, thank you." Many wealthy people in the Middle East think that water other than distilled water is unclean. They often only drink distilled water, or even beer. Jiang Yuan didn't know these things until he came to Qatar. However, for Jiang Yuan, mineral water is obviously a better choice. "water?" The flight attendant was stunned for a moment, then reacted, said a few simple words to Jiang Yuan and left. Jiang Yuan lifted up the footrest on the seat, and his blood circulation immediately became much smoother. The flight attendant approached the chief flight attendant near the bar, whispered a few words to him, then hurried to the business class downstairs. A few minutes later, he returned to the second floor with a bottle of RAYYAN water. "Sir, this is the mineral water you requested." After that, the male flight attendant unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and prepared to pour it into a glass. For some reason, the flight attendant's hands were shaking, as if he had not received any training. “Don’t bother with that.” Jiang Yuan took the bottle of mineral water with a smile on his face, and then drank it down with a gulp. "Sir, I'm really sorry. If you don't like our champagne, we can still provide you with some delicious food." The man in the suit handed Jiang Yuan a menu, but Jiang Yuan pushed it back: "No, I just finished eating before getting on the plane." Jiang Yuan did not drink at the celebration banquet, but instead tried all the delicacies in Qatar. If he had eaten another meal on the plane, he would probably be scolded by Rozovic (after completing the national team game and returning to the club, he needs to do a physical examination at the base). This guy is very strict about the diet of Chelsea players. Take Hazard for example, he can have a maximum of two burgers per meal and a maximum of three per day. This is the rule set by Rozovic. "This……" The man in the suit was also confused. This was the first time he met a first-class passenger who didn't want anything else but water. Jiang Yuan was ready to close the shop, but seeing that the man in the suit was still not leaving, he asked, "en...is there anything I can help you with?" "I'm sorry, sir, if I did anything wrong, you can point it out." "No, no, no, you misunderstood. I just want to rest now." "But if you don't want anything, I will be blamed..."
what? Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Qatar Airways had such a rule. So he picked up the bottle of water on the table and said, "This water is only 330ml, but the flight is 7 hours. If possible, I need at least 5 bottles of this bottle of water." Jiang Yuan's face turned a little red, but there was nothing he could do. He was not used to drinking the drinking water on the plane, and the best thing was still these bottled waters. "That's... OK sir, that's no problem." The man in the suit hesitated for a moment, then left after he realized what was happening. "Ok, go to sleep!" Jiang Yuan unpacked the noise-canceling headphones and prepared to close the small door of his cabin, but at this moment, a passenger on his right suddenly called out, "Hello! Are you Jiang Yan?" Jiang Yuan turned his head and saw a white man on his right who was well-dressed. He looked older but his face was very clean. "Jiang Yuan, YUAN" Jiang Yuan corrected the man's pronunciation and then reached out his hand. "It's really you!" The white uncle stood up from the sofa and ran to Jiang Yuan's cabin: "Mr. Jiang, I'm Mike Ashley. You probably don't know me, but I know you. Um...can I sit here?" Ashley pointed to the sofa opposite Jiang Yuan. The first-class cabin had a semi-bed structure, so there was a sofa-style seat on both sides. "Please!" Jiang Yuan smiled and took the opportunity to take out his mobile phone and typed the two words "Mike Ashley" on Wikipedia. Then the introduction of Ashley popped up. Mike Ashley, born in 1966, owns the British sporting goods retail company Sports Direct, which is the general agent of Adidas in the UK. One of the introductions caught Jiang Yuan's attention. Chairman of Newcastle United. "Oh, Mr. Ashley" Jiang Yuan didn't expect that the uncle in front of him was actually the owner of Newcastle. He couldn't help but feel respect for him. None of the British capitalists are easy to deal with. "You actually know me!" Ashley raised his eyebrows. Although he had just seen Jiang Yuan searching for his information on Wikipedia, he still looked very surprised. "Congratulations, Jiang, you led the team to win the U23 Asian Cup, this is an amazing achievement" Ashley is worthy of being a professional in the football field. Unlike other foreign fans, many British fans still think that Jiang Yuan won the Asian Cup championship and completely ignored the U23 title. "Thank you, Mr. Ashley, but do you seem to have something to say? If so, you can tell me directly." Ashley's feet in leather boots were twisting and turning on the ground, a sign that something was wrong. "Haha! Jiang, I know that professional athletes like to be straightforward, so I'll be straightforward. You should know that the company under my name is the agent of adidas in the UK." "certainly"
"Adidas should have sent someone to discuss endorsement with you in China before, right? Now... I want to talk to you about the commercial contract in the UK." Ashley held up eight fingers and said, "8 million pounds a year, what do you think, Mr. Jiang?" …… (End of this chapter)