From The Country Team To The Rich
Chapter 71 Morsi Will Go

Chapter 71 Morsi is leaving

Saarbrucken away from the football club.

When Bester returned, his expression was very relaxed. After half a season, he finally beat Morsi.

Bester did not return to the office area, but went straight to the training ground.

He saw head coach Winrick scolding the players.

Winrick is very angry, he is very dissatisfied with the performance of his own striker.

After being relegated to the third division, Saarbrucken's goal was always to return to the second division, but after one season, they were fifth in the league, let alone to earn two direct promotion places, can't even participate in the play-off round.

And now Saarbrucken is facing the most serious problem is his lack of scoring ability.

They need an efficient striker.

And this is the reason why Wenrick is looking for an attacker in the league. Besides Morsi, they have a total of three attackers. All three attackers joined in the winter transfer window, but the effect was unsatisfactory and has not brought any intuitive changes to the team.

At the moment, he is always thinking about the number 9 in Hoffenheim.

However, the other party had yet to let go, which made the old man feel extremely annoyed.

"Damn! I told you to score, not the goalposts, five games, one goal, Saarbrucken spent half a million buying that kind of garbage!"

Wenrick kicked the iron chair, and the assailant he reprimanded flushed.

Finally, Wenrick was so upset that she did not want to speak anymore, waving her hands to let them disperse.

When Winrick turned around, he saw Bester leaning against the fence.

He looked at this person smiling and raised the contract in his hand, and said: "Good news."

Five minutes later, the two sat in the conference room.

"So, we bought Morsi, for 50,000 euros?"

Winrick was confused.

Bester said: "They chose the exchange-added mode, and the Chinese wanted Wilach!"

"Wilach?" Wenrik grinned and said, "Give it to them."

To this German genius of the past, he was completely desperate.

He is so arrogant every day, everyone underestimates him, like how amazing it is to play in the Bundesliga.

Although he had good abilities, he refused to cooperate with his teammates.

Hearing Wenrick's blessing to let go, Bester said, "Then I'll talk about it?"

"Go!"

Wenrick looked indifferent, had just obtained Morsi, and banishing the god of this plague, he did not mind at all.

boom! ! ! !

There was a loud noise in Bester's office.

It shocked civilian employees and looked at them with curiosity, but they could not really see it because of the foggy glass.

I could only hear someone roaring in anger.

"Why! I'm not going to Hoffenheim, I'm not going to the seventh division!"

Wilach's handsome face was filled with horror.

He never thought that one day in his life he would go to the seventh division.

He was a genius who made his debut from Munich, how he could go to the seventh division.

Bester looked at each other coldly and said: "In fact, they can play at the sixth level next year."

Sixth level?

What difference?

Wilach felt a chill in his heart. Heart's shaking. He begged: "Master, I beg you, let me stay here. I don't want to go to Hoffenheim."

In this case, Bester said nonchalantly; "Sorry, we have signed a transfer contract. After the season is over, you'll be gone next season."

Wilach's face was dull, and he muttered: "You can't do this"

Hoffenheim Club.

After training, Zhang Xian called out to Morsi.

In the meeting room, he handed over the transfer contract he had just signed.

"Congratulations, you'll be joining the German C team next season."

Hearing Zhang Xian's congratulations, Morsi froze for a moment, then reached out and took out a contract and rubbed it for a while.

This contract is very important for Morsi.

It also shows that he is officially moving towards the real German football league.

League C cannot be compared to the Bundesliga, but there are already broadcasts on domestic TV to play football, this may be the starting point for its success.

Even though he was 29 years old, he was not too late.

He feels that he is in good shape, especially since the start of the season, he feels that he can break the Goal of any club.

Under the greatly increased confidence, he was also filled with yearning for the future.

Putting the contract back on the conference table, Morsi said to Zhang Xian sincerely, "Thank you, Mr. Director."

Morsi shook his head and said; "No, you cleaned up the club, gave me the opportunity to play, and also gave me the opportunity to prove myself. It was you who gave me a channel to promote me to help me become famous. I know all this. Maybe you're doing this to make money, but for me, this is a real good, and I won't forget it."

Zhang Xian suddenly said, "What if I tell you to stay?"

Hearing this, Morsi was dumbfounded.

"Just kidding." Zhang Xian smiled and said: "You don't need to feel like you owe anything, and you don't need to feel that you are a traitor. In fact, you've created a transfer fund of 150,000 euros for the club."

Morsi was surprised: "Am I so valuable?"

Zhang Xian shrugged and said: "At first, they offered 50,000 euros, but I refused."

"By the way, which academy are you from?"

Morsi replied: "Lisang Youth Training, training of small youth in our village."

"Is this young man's training still there?"

"It's closed."

"Alright, you must remember that you are out of the 'Sonaar Youth Training'."

“Hha?” Morsi.

"Remember that, and we'll make a youth training note about you."

"okay."

Morsi nodded in response.

Zhang Xian added: "In a few days, Saarbrucken will discuss treatment for you. Their first-team average salary is 1,000 Euros a week, no less."

Morsi was moved: "Thank you one more time, sir."

"Go!"

Zhang waved his hand.

At night, Zhang Xian prepared dinner as usual.

She accidentally does it for Leo, even when she is alone, she will cook and eat by herself.

Around 4 o'clock, the gold-swallowing beast came in time.

"I'm back!"

After shouting, the little one took off his dirty socks and immediately ran to the bathroom on the second floor.

Waiting for clean laundry, wearing clean clothes, rushing to the kitchen and asking in an immature voice: "Morsi will go?"

Zhang Xian turned his head and glanced at the small beast that swallowed the gold.

The little man hurriedly said; "Everyone said that."

Zhang Xian nodded and said: "he will leave after the season is over."

After speaking, the little one asked; "How much is it worth?"

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said: "One hundred and fifty thousand euros!"

The little man was dazed, and when he saw Zhang Xian, he smiled again.

Little Leo is fantasizing . At this moment, Zhang Xian said, "do the injection!"

"Oh!" Leo hurriedly ran upstairs. After removing the medical equipment, he skillfully injected himself in his thigh.

After being injected, he walked over to the door frame on the side.

There is a drawing of a horizontal line on the door frame, which is used by Leo to measure his height.

After using a gel pen to put the stem on the top of the head, he took a ruler to see the change in height of 0.1 cm.

The little guy clapped his hands happily.

He walked into the mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, and whispered;

"Growing up quickly, it must be worth 150,000" At this point, the little one fell silent, shook his head and said: "It must be worth more!"

At dinner, the little one once again turns into a dried rice pig.

After drinking a bottle of milk, he began to pick up his rice bowl and began to eat.

The little guy held the chopsticks in his hand.

He held with his whole palm. Ever since seeing Zhang Xian using only chopsticks, the little one had tried to learn, but this matter was extremely difficult.

Zhang Xian was already used to the photo of the little one eating.

He asked: "Are you all doing ball practice?"

Leo nodded; "Yes, the coach said, we have to train with the ball at our age."

"Are you playing a practice match?"

"Yes, we will always be divided into two groups to play training games."

"Have you ever played a practice match outside?"

Little Leo shook his head and said: "No, we always play internal training games ourselves."

In response, Zhang Xian nodded and thought.

He wondered if he should contact other clubs to get involved in the youth league.