On the train back to Jiangcheng, fatigue could not stop the children's excitement. He excitedly talked about the two-day competition in the carriage. Chang Cheng was also extremely excited, but he was more restrained and sat with Gao Yan to share the joy of winning the championship.

Mulin was lying on his bed, talking on the phone with Ye Qiu.

Zhang Jun and the children were having sex with each other.

"Coach Zhang, are you chasing Sister Bai? Unfortunately, she has something to do and can't go back with us, otherwise Coach Zhang will have a chance." Li Wei's words made Zhang Jun blush.

"What do children know? Go there, or you will increase your quota after you go back."

"If you want to add, you can only add it to Feng Yaxin and Zhang Jin."

"Hahaha!"

These little guys only dare to be neither big nor small in front of Zhang Jun.

"Did you see it when you received the award?" Wei Tao asked.

"What did you see?" the others asked curiously, and even Zhang Jun came over to listen.

"I saw those guys in Dalian give us thumbs up."

"Yes, I saw it too, and I thought it was an illusion." Yang Zhi nodded repeatedly.

"I seem to see it too." Li Wei said uncertainly.

"Hmph, who will pay attention to them? The defeated general." Zhang Rui raised his head and looked at people with his nostrils.

"Hahaha." Everyone was so funny that they laughed out loud by Zhang Rui's funny appearance.

"How is it, I'm right. The best way to shut up is to conquer him with your strength." Zhang Jun shook his head, crossed his legs, and said proudly.

"It's not what you said, it's what Coach Chang said." Li Wei didn't give him any face.

"What our coaching team said." Zhang Jun argued that he didn't want to lose his prestige in front of these children.

"Hahaha." The children laughed even more happily.

“…”

Before we knew it, the whole carriage was quiet, and the children could not resist the invasion of fatigue and fell asleep one by one.

But in Jiangcheng, Qi Wei spent a sleepless night and was so excited that he couldn't sleep.

A provincial leader needed a U15 football team to fill the gap in their province at this age. So someone took a look at the Jiangcheng Football Association. As for the price, it is easy for everyone to discuss.

Jiangcheng now has several U15 teams, Bufan U15, the junior high school group of No. 4 Middle School, Kangshun U15, etc., and Jiangcheng U15, who just won the national championship. He did not want to sell this team that performed best, but wanted to draw people from these teams to form a new team to sell it to the other party.

What makes him headache now is that except for Jiangcheng U15, which is completely affiliated with Jiangcheng Football Association, the other teams are formed in cooperation with other clubs. He needs to consider how to communicate with these clubs.

Early the next morning, he didn't even care about greeting the U15 in Jiangcheng, so he sent Zhang Boqing to welcome the U15 in Jiangcheng. He invited the club leaders to solve the problem at the dinner table.

Zhang Boqing stood in the bus with a chirp face, waiting for Jiangcheng U15 to come out of the train station. This time, Jiangcheng U15 really gave him a face. This event is the heaviest event in this age group, and the championship is naturally the heaviest, even exceeding the champions of some international invitational tournaments. This championship won during his term of office will become the most important thing in his resume.

"Director Zhang, they are here." A Football Association staff member boarded the bus and notified Zhang Boqing.

"Well," Zhang Boqing stood up, "Go and welcome our championship."

At the exit, Feng Yaxin held the trophy, and a group of half of the children surrounded him, happily walking and chatting. Chang Cheng and the coach and several other staff followed behind.

"Here! Coach Chang!" A staff member who picked up the car shouted loudly holding a sign.

Chang Cheng also saw them, waved his hand at them, indicating that he knew. He turned his head and called the children and walked towards Zhang Boqing together.

"Thank you for your hard work! Coach Chang, everyone has worked hard." Zhang Boqing stretched out his right hand.

Chang Cheng took two quick steps, stretched out his hand, and shook Zhang Boqing, "The children played well. Their championship deserves its reputation this time."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work, let's get on the bus first, it's too cold outside." Zhang Boqing led everyone onto the bus.

The bus started and slowly drove out of the parking lot. Go directly to the sports center. They wanted to celebrate Jiangcheng U15's national championship in the conference room.

In the conference room, Zhou Chaoyang, Director Jiang Tao, Xu Tao, Zhang Yong and some coaches from other youth training teams were waiting here. When they saw Chang Cheng enter the conference room, everyone stood up to congratulate Chang Cheng. After entering the conference room, the children opened their mouths and explored every corner of the conference room strangely.

Amid the congratulations, Zhang Boqing, who followed Chang Cheng, was neglected. These people either had a good relationship with Chang Cheng or were incompatible with Zhang Boqing, so naturally not many people cared about Zhang Boqing. Moreover, when everyone sat down, they pushed Chang Cheng to the main position. Zhang Boqing could only sit on the right side, and Chang Cheng's mentor Zhou Chaoyang on the left.

Of course, Chang Cheng refused and turned around and pulled Zhou Chaoyang to the main position. After a long struggle, everyone could not resist Chang Cheng and could only let Zhou Chaoyang sit in the main position.

Of course, Zhou Chaoyang is qualified to sit in this position. Even the chairman of Jiangcheng Football Association should respectfully call him Director Zhou. Even more, Zhang Boqing doesn’t need to be compared.

The entire celebration meeting was very successful, not only celebrating the team's winning of the championship, but also discussing matters related to the cooperation between campus football and professional echelons.

Among them, Feng Yaxin, Wei Tao and others who are studying in ordinary middle schools also participated in the discussion because they had a personal experience.

Everything was going on in an orderly manner, except at the beginning, Zhang Boqing interrupted the discussion several times, trying to sing a praise for a leader. But at the beginning of the conversation, everyone was perfunctory. Zhang Boqing had to press his dissatisfaction and listened to the other people discussing enthusiastically in the conference room. The problem was that he didn't understand, and his position as director was completely obtained by connections. Remember that the only time he watched the game, he actually slept soundly on the rostrum.

But when he saw Feng Yaxin and Wei Tao and other young players standing up to speak, he felt even more dissatisfied.

People’s emotions can be controlled, but they will lose control when they accumulate to a certain extent, no matter what their emotions are. Now Zhang Boqing can no longer suppress the dissatisfaction in his heart.

Wei Tao was telling the process of studying and playing football in school. Zhang Boqing suddenly interrupted Wei Tao: "It's nonsense! As a professional athlete, you must do your job well. What is the job of a professional athlete? Training hard and bringing glory to the country."

"You can't say that." Zhou Chaoyang spoke. He had no good feelings for this director who didn't understand football. "Football has been professional for many years. Don't play the old tune again."

"Old Zhang, you are too outdated. You play well and have many stars who have learned well. You can't be professional athletes who have become illiterate. In this case, parents are willing to let their children play football?" Director Jiang Tao also sarcastically. Jiang Tao is in charge of grassroots football in society and plays football with a few old friends in his spare time. He is very familiar with the football atmosphere in society.

"That's right, do you understand the ball?"

Zhang Boqing dared not force others' words, and the last tender voice ignited his anger. "Who said it?!"

"Me!" Wei Tao stood up. He had long been resentful to the old guy who said he was talking nonsense.

"What do you know, a little brat? I eat more salt than you eat..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard another tender voice in the corner, "I'm so stupid if I eat too much salt."

"Who!" Zhang Boqing was so angry that he was smoking and glared at the young players sitting in the corner. But the young players were basically sitting there. Who said that? No one would admit it, let alone point it out.

Zhang Boqing's eyes swept around, but he couldn't find the person who made a sound. Zhou Chaoyang couldn't stand it anymore and said, "What are you calculating about with children? What we want to discuss is a big problem. Don't change the topic anymore."

"You can drive it yourself!" Zhang Boqing couldn't stay here, so he stood up and walked away. As soon as he left, the entire venue was relaxed. The little guys in the corner were already laughing.

"I didn't expect that Zhang Chengyu, you are usually silent, but you are very quick to answer. You are pretty!" Feng Yaxin patted Zhang Chengyu's shoulder and laughed.

"Okay, An Jing. Wei Tao. Keep talking." Although Chang Cheng had a stern face, there was still a smile between his eyebrows.

After leaving angrily, Zhang Boqing returned to the office and was furious alone. It was not until the lunch break that Zhang Boqing remembered that he had not eaten yet, and the celebration banquet he had prepared had already missed. He glanced at the phone that was thrown on the table, and the phone was on the black screen. He picked it up and saw that there was no idea when the power was out. At this time, a man knocked on the door and notified Zhang Boqing and Qi Wei to find him.

Zhang Boqing tidied up his collar and calmed down his mood. He ignored the celebration banquet and went straight to Qi Wei's office.

"Chairman Qi, why have you drunk so much wine? Let's go home and rest." As soon as Zhang Boqing entered Qi Wei's office, he smelled a smell of alcohol and saw Qi Wei's face that was better than Guan Gong.

"No, there is something urgent now. How many U15 teams are there in Jiangcheng besides Bufan, Green Field and Kang Shun?" Qi Wei saw Zhang Boqing coming and went straight to the point.

"There are some of this, why do you ask this? There is a competition?"

"No." Qi Wei shook his head and briefly said that the football plan of a certain province needs to fill the U15 vacancy, and then said: "I want to draw some players from each team to re-form a team and sell them. Unfortunately, these teams are unwilling to do so. I can't force it. Alas."

Zhang Boqing turned his eyes and said, "There are still a few more teams, No. 4 Middle School, Jiangcheng U15, Lijiazui Middle School, and the Affiliated Middle School of Physical Education College. It should be no big problem to draw people from their team."

"Well, it's not easy to operate. These are all teams from the school. Although the Football Association has a name, it does not belong to the Football Association after all. What's more, it's still a question whether these players are willing or not. After all, their main identities are still students."

"Isn't Jiangcheng U15 directly affiliated with our Football Association?"

"That's the champion team, how can it be sold? Our Jiangcheng also needs to develop." Qi Wei shook his head repeatedly, not knowing whether it was a firm objection or a headache after drinking.
Chapter completed!