Boulogne-sur-Mer, a city located in northwest France, is the largest fishing port in France, and is separated from the UK by an English Channel.

The sea water enters Boulogne from the English Channel, dividing the city into two parts: east and west, residential and commercial areas to the east, ports and freight areas to the west, and Le Poteller and Matro, both of which are where rich people live.

Although Boulogne's economy has not been very good in recent years, more and more rich people have been. These outsiders buy land and villas in this city and yachts, and park in the port. Looking at the bridge connecting Boulogne's east and west urban areas, the white area is full of toys and yachts of rich people.

Therefore, many young people in Boulogne don’t like these outsiders. They all think that these outsiders have taken away the opportunity of the locals, the land that originally belonged to them, the opportunity to make money that originally belonged to them, and the most beautiful women here.

Therefore, almost every day, some people are caught for throwing stones at the yachts of rich people, but the people here do not think that this is a crime at all. Instead, many people think that those who dare to throw stones at the yachts are heroes.

"Everyone, look, the Brownie's boy was arrested."

Accompanied by the sharp-eyed man's shout, a cheer came from the old pickup truck that was about to pass by the bridge. Although the car was full of middle-aged people in their thirties and forties, when they saw the security guards of the yacht dock grab a young man who was struggling to resist, they could not help but be excited.

"Hey, nigger, let go of your dirty hands"

"Let our hero go, don't touch him, I warn you"

"The hero of the Brownie family, push him into the river so that they can all see your power."

The pickup truck driver is an ugly guy with a shocking scar on his face. Although he deliberately had a thick black beard on his upper lip and lower jaw, it was easy for people to see from his eyes and expression that he was not really old, but he was just pretending to be mature there.

When everyone was making fun of Brownie's child being arrested, he just glanced casually and then continued to drive his car, without any idea of ​​staying on the bridge. Instead, he stepped on the accelerator and drove the pickup truck that had not been repaired and maintained for many years.

"The Brownie's boy is so amazing, he's good enough to bring a seed"

"That's right, I've disliked this kid since I was a child. As expected, I'm wild enough when I grow up. I like it, haha--"

Even after going past the field, the front row and the back seat of the car, as well as the few people sitting in the rear compartment, were discussing loudly.

"I said, boss, do you dare to go up and throw a stone?" a middle-aged man sitting in the front row asked with a smile.

The scar-faced young man turned his head, grinned and showed his teeth with uneven mouths, "What's the ability to throw a stone? It's just a game played by children. If I'm a professional player, hum..."

"Buy the largest yacht and park it at the dock." Two or three people in the back row immediately started to cheer in unison, and then burst into laughter.

"I said, little boss, just stop thinking about playing football anymore. As you play like this, sooner or later, the boss won't even give you bricks to work. Then you won't be full of three meals, maybe Vahiba doesn't want you."

A group of people joked unscrupulously, and burst into laughter.

The young man was not angry and smiled, "You guys who have never seen the world, wait and see. I must go out and try it again. If I encounter a chance, you all should be careful."

A group of workers seemed to believe it, and they all felt funny.

They are all a group of hard-working construction workers who make money by selling their labor. Although no one is willing to work hard now, the salary is very good, but for those who are not well educated, it is difficult for them to have any savings. They often spend a day and live a day.

Life is just that. Anyway, I can’t starve to death. No matter how hard I try, I can’t make money. I’m just doing it.

The little boss they mentioned is the son of the boss of the construction company. Although he is a small boss, the scale of the construction company is too small. Don’t expect to contract projects. On weekdays, you just need to pick up some sesame and mung beans to work. Those authentic construction companies are unwilling to take on jobs. They go to take care of them, so the little boss also has to follow.

Sometimes they even joke that if the boss doesn't do it by himself, they may not earn as much as the workers.

Because the company is not big, it is easy to get together from bosses and sons to ordinary workers.

After a while of boasting about the cannon, I passed the freight terminal and arrived at a small villa in Matro.

Although they curse the rich and throw the yachts of the rich with stones in their hands, in fact, they still have to make money from the rich, such as building houses for them.

"Why are you so late? You're late again?" When the commander on the construction site saw them coming out of the car, he immediately walked over and said a little unhappy. This group of thorns is really troublesome. If it weren't for the workers now, he would really want to replace them all.

"Traffic jam on the road" The scar-faced young man seemed to be good at dealing with such situations, and he got stuck in a casual manner.

"Don't worry, just wait a little faster on hand."

"That's right, what are you afraid of? Anyway, it won't miss your construction period."

The group of people laughed and didn't care. As they said that, they took off their tops and started preparing for life.

"Fast is to be fast, but the quality must be guaranteed, so don't do anything randomly." The on-site commander said nothing.

"I know." The scar-faced young man walked past the commander on the scene with a smile, "Pier, you are so responsible. When I make money and want to build a house, I will definitely find you and then find your fault." After that, he seemed to have predicted that the commander on the scene would kick him, and ran away as if he was flying.

Not to mention, this kid is very fast and has a flexible body. He has run away without hitting this kick.

"You were not married before, but now you are married. If you dare to run out again, your dad will definitely break your legs." Pier smiled and scolded. He had been in love with the scar-faced young man's father for many years.

"It's better to break your legs. You don't have to move bricks or not. You can have food to eat when you sit at home. It's so comfortable." When you said this, the scar-faced young man had already run to the near the brick pile.

Although this group of construction workers like to talk nonsense, everyone is still very professional. When should they live, they are all very disciplined, because they have no education and have no way out without selling their physical strength. If they don’t even work hard, don’t expect anyone to recruit you again in the future.

The scar-faced young man quickly picked up the bricks in the pile of cement bricks into the truck. His hands were very fast, and soon he filled the truck. Then he saw him alone, pushing the truck into the house with difficulty. He encountered potholes along the way, and he pushed it with all his might.

After entering the house and getting to the place, he lifted the arm of the truck upwards and poured out all the cement bricks in the car. The scarred young man was already sweating profusely, and his naked upper body could not help but flow down.

"Take it slow, Frank, don't be so anxious," said the worker who was stirring the cement slurry with a smile.

"It's okay, I'm OK." The scar-faced young man who called Frank smiled, wiped the sweat from his face, pulled up the empty truck and walked out, and he had to load another car into it quickly.

Although he was very tired and sore, he had no idea of ​​giving up because he had a dream, which was to run away from home again to pursue his dream of becoming a football player. He hoped to make achievements like the hero Papan of this city, who was like the city's hero, who made achievements by playing football.

Papan, the pride of everyone in this coastal city, is also the most talented star in France after Platini, and is the target and target that Frank wants to catch up since he was a child. It is because of such a goal that even if he was abandoned by Lille, even if he could not get a chance in Boulogne and Ales, he did not give up at all.

Speaking of which, he had a rough fate. After being fired by Lille, he returned to Boulogne and represented Boulogne in the French National League. This was the third season of France, and was played in the division. But even so, even though Frank performed well in the year he represented Boulogne, he still could not stop Boulogne from being relegated from the third season of the league.

Because he didn't want to play those irregular amateur games, Frank left his hometown and went to Ales in southern France to represent Ales, a semi-professional team, to play in the French National League. However, he did not expect that the team would have been owed wages for a long time. In the end, Frank had no money to go home in Ales, let alone life.

In the end, his father helped him get home and held a wedding for him and his girlfriend Vahiba. The purpose was to hope that he could stay in Boulogne safely and live peacefully. He would not look good in the future, but he could support his family's business and stop dreaming of stardom.

But in the heart of the scar-faced young man, he never thought of giving up. In his opinion, he was just not lucky. As long as he waited for a chance, he would definitely soar into the sky. He was full of confidence in his strength.

Although the working time is not very long on the construction site, it is very tiring and has a lot of work intensity.

Although he just moved bricks back and forth like this, his physical energy was consumed very much. The scar-faced young man was already exhausted and panting, but he just kept comforting himself and treated bricks as physical training to comfort himself. As long as he went to the football field in the future, he would definitely have a stronger body, better physical confrontation, and more sharp speed than anyone else.

Perhaps such self-comfort was really useful, and he just endured it day by day.

Until today, his coach in Boulogne brought two people to the construction site near noon.

One man and one woman, but everyone only looks at their daughter, not men, because women are so beautiful, just like Venus. Everyone in this hot summer, when they see her, it seems like they have returned to spring. Everyone swears that this woman's beauty is definitely more beautiful than Sophie Marceau.

The group of men at the scene looked straight at it, but the woman didn't seem to care about being seen at all. Instead, she showed a lustful and soul-wrenching smile under the parasol, as if a cool ice spring was injected into the hot summer.

"Frank" accompanied Ye Qiu and Eliza to the scene and shouted loudly.

Everyone woke up immediately and looked at the bare-bossed boss, then watched the scar-faced young man Frank Ribery walk out of the house, "What's the matter?" There was no respect the student deserved for the coach in his tone.

Of course, some people take their respect in their hearts.

Ye Qiu and Eliza looked at each other and were both surprised, especially Eliza. Her eyes looked at Ye Qiu, as if she could speak, asking, is this guy with a naked upper body sweating profusely? Is the player you are looking for?

She definitely dared to swear that Ribery at this moment even if she was a little bit unrelated to professional players

Ye Qiu nodded solemnly, walked over and stretched out his hand, "Hello, Frank Ribery."

"Do you know me?" Ribery was a little surprised and wanted to shake hands with Ye Qiu, but found that his hands were dirty. He immediately wiped his trouser legs, but it was obvious that he couldn't wipe them clean. But Ye Qiu didn't mind at all and still held them with him. This surprised Ribery and his favor for Ye Qiu suddenly increased.

Sometimes a little detail may change one’s first impression of another person.

"My name is Ye Qiu, the head coach of the Premier League team Chelsea. Have you heard of my team?" Ye Qiu asked with a smile.

"Of course, I paid attention to the newspapers." Ribery obviously remembered.

Ye Qiu was satisfied with his answer, so that he could avoid a lot of trouble. "I worked in Ajax before, you know, Ajax has the most complete scouting system in Europe. When you were in Boulogne, we had already paid attention to you, but then you went to Ales, and our scouts didn't have a high opinion of your performance in Ales, and you were already old."

Ye Qiu's words were reasonable, and Ribery could not find any problems.

"But I personally think that this should not be a problem, so I came here specifically today just to ask, are you interested in playing football in the Premier League?"

"Premier League?" Ribery could understand it at first, but the more he heard it at the end, the more he felt that every word Ye Qiu said seemed to be beating the gong in his ears, which made him almost deaf, and he couldn't understand it, or he could understand it, but his mind couldn't turn it around for a moment.

"Yes, Premier League, Chelsea" Ye Qiu repeated with a smile.

Ribery understood this time, but he stared at Ye Qiu and showed a playful smile, "Are you playing tricks on me?"

Ye Qiu was stunned, "Talking fun at you?"

"Yes, look at how I am now? Think about it again, I played football with Ales before in Boulogne. If I performed well, why would no one like me? Suddenly, you, the head coach of the Premier League Chelsea, ran to me and told me to go to the UK..." Speaking of this, Ribery cursed and sweared in anger, "Stop playing with me, Mr. Premier League."

It can be said that, but his eyes were still looking at Ye Qiu, as if he was looking forward to something.

Perhaps, this sudden pie made him feel at a loss, scared and hesitant, because he didn't know whether what was in front of him was true or false, nor did he know if he went to the Premier League, would he just repeat the experience of Ales?

"I said, what's wrong with you? Why are you scolding?" Eliza was very worried that Ye Qiu was not worth it.

"I..." Ribery, like all men, could not stand the beauty and immediately stammered and couldn't speak.

Could it be that he still wants to have a verbal contest with Eliza?

"It's okay" Ye Qiu took La Lisa's hand. He expected that, and he was not a person who could not shame others' bad habits. It was only a picky gentleman. He didn't, because he was once poor and had grassroots.

"Maybe you can't fully believe it now, but I have proved my sincerity. If I just want to play with you, then you are too overestimating yourself, Frank, because playing with you can't let me fly from London to France, and travel several places before coming to Boulogne."

Speaking of this, Ye Qiu smiled again, "I have proved everything that I can come here. As for whether you believe it or not, I can't control it. I have a phone call here, and I can give you a chance, a chance to play football in England. As for whether you dare to try and whether you can succeed, I can't guarantee it."

After saying that, Ye Qiu handed a note with Eliza's phone number to Ribery, thanked the French coach who led the way, and took Eliza away from the construction site.

"Do you really think he can become a professional player?" Eliza didn't doubt Ye Qiu's eyes, but thought it was a bit too sensational. After all, Ribery looked ugly now, and she was also a physically engaged construction worker.

Ye Qiu smiled, "Believe in my intuition, Eliza, the most unreliable thing in this world is your own eyes, because it can easily deceive your brain and make it impossible for you to discover the pearls under the dust."

After hearing this, Eliza sneered, "It's like a philosopher, pretending to be a ghost."

The coquettish and cute appearance made the driver in the front row who secretly looked at her from the rearview mirror almost stunned.

"I can only say that he has the opportunity to become one of the best players in the world," Ye Qiu said confidently.

Even now, Ye Qiu still says that he has the opportunity. Whether he can do it depends on Ribery himself. After all, Ye Qiu's arrival has completely changed his previous trajectory. Ye Qiu is not clear about how far he can go and whether he is willing to join Chelsea.
Chapter completed!