Chapter 10: Letter from Italy

When Yang Wenlong came to the training class in the morning, Gao Zheng had just finished his morning exercises every morning.
"Here, breakfast." Yang Wenlong handed the plastic bag in his hand to Gao Zheng.
Gao Zheng untied the plastic bag and ate it directly.
"How was yesterday's game?" Yang Wenlong asked casually.
"Ten thousand, I took five thousand." Gao Zheng chewed the food in his mouth, and said vaguely.
"Huh. No wonder you don't want to kick it, it's easy to get money like this," the old man groaned.
"Old man, even if I want to kick, what can I do?" Gao Zheng spread his hands. "Professional football, which is so easy to play if you want to play?"
"Less nonsense!" Yang Wenlong's eyes widened. "As long as you want to kick, I will help you find a way!"
"This is what you said."
"What did I say, your mother-in-law..."
"Then I kicked!"
"Ah?" Yang Wenlong didn't react at once.
"I said I'm going to play professional football, old man, I want to play. Didn't you say help me find a way?"
"Good boy, you are waiting for me here." But Yang Wenlong was not angry at all. "You think about it? Isn't it a whim?"
"Well, I think about it. I still want to try professional football."
Yang Wenlong looked at the disciple he was most proud of and smiled a little bit on his face: "Okay, I'll help you find a way, so wait for the good news!"
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Gao Zheng originally thought that the way the old man helped him find is domestic, because if he wants to play professional football, there are also the Chinese League and the Chinese Super League. But after a week, he brought himself a little bit of good news.
"A Zheng, can you help me see what is written in this email?" Yang Wenlong called Gao Zheng into his office and showed Gao Zheng an open e-mail from the computer.
This is an email written in Italian, and indeed only Gao Zheng can understand it.
"Italian Sassuolo Football Club..."
Gao Zheng only looked at the beginning and turned his head to the old man in surprise.
"I have a friend who is in the ceramic tile business here. He has business dealings with Sassuolo. Through his relationship, he helped you reach the Sassuolo club. Now I have sent an email there, I couldn’t understand it, so I asked you to translate it for me.
Yang Wenlong pointed to the computer screen.
Come on, continue to translate.

Gao Zheng looked away and focused on the email. The email is very short, and the specific meaning is very simple, that is, the Sassuolo club is willing to provide him with a one-week trial training opportunity. If he performs well in the trial training, he will have the opportunity to sign a contract.
"But we have to take care of the airfare and accommodation expenses..." Gao Zheng said here, frowning. His own pocket knew best that he had no savings at all. The money he earned every time was quickly spent. Compared with his excellent talent in football, he is really incapable of financial management.
The 10,000 yuan in the last game was divided into half, and only 5,000 yuan remained. During this time, the old man developed a special training plan for him to let him train well and recover his physical condition. At the same time, he was forbidden to go out and play again, and he had no source of income at once, and could only rely on the five thousand dollars to support him. In addition, how can he get extra money to go to Italy?
"You don't have to think about money." Yang Wenlong waved his hand happily and said: "That means you can sign a professional contract with them as long as the training is good."
But Gao Zheng still cares about the issue of money: "Why don't you have to think about it, air tickets plus accommodation, a week is not a small amount..."
The old man was very impatient: "If you don't say you don't care, you don't care. Anyway, there must be money for you to go to Italy."
"Or am I going to play a few games..."
Gao Zheng didn't finish the speech, but was interrupted by Yang Wenlong's scolding: "You dare! What if you get hurt? Don't worry about the money, you can train me well during this time! You give me your passport. , I asked my friend to give you the visa together."
Seeing that the old man was really angry, Gao Zheng shrank his neck and dared not speak.
After receiving a clear reply from Italy, Yang Wenlong was in a good mood. He turned off the computer, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of the office.
Gao Zheng can still hear him humming while walking! This scene rarely happens to the old man...
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Half a month later, Gao Zheng's visa to Italy was ready, and he had begun to count down from his departure to Italy.
He called his parents and told them not to go back to college, but to go back to Italy to pursue the dream of professional football.
As a result, he was scolded by his mother: "You don't want your feet anymore?!"
"My feet are all right, mom, I have rested for a year. What can I do?"
"You said it's okay if you're okay? Didn't the authorities say that you shouldn't play football? You really want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair!"
Listening to his mother's scolding, Gao Zheng was helpless. That's why he would rather live in the old man's board room and earn his living expenses by playing wild games rather than going home to find his parents for a penny.
"Okay, okay..." Gao Zheng's father persuaded his wife to go away, replacing him with Gao Zheng.
"Your mother is also worried about you."
"I know, dad."
"She originally helped you find a relationship here and wanted you to go back to school, and it turned out..."
"Dad, I'm really not a material for reading, otherwise I wouldn't choose to play football. I have played for so many years and now let me go back to school, what can I learn?"
"As long as we can get a diploma, we will help you find a relationship..."
Gao Zheng interrupted his father's words: "You always say help me, help me...but I can't rely on you all my life, dad. I like to play football, and I only play football. I want to see if I can play football. Kick it out, otherwise wouldn't my ten years of effort be in vain?"
Dad said nothing, and for a long time he sighed: "Actually, your mother doesn't want you to stand out on football, but I hope you can be safe and healthy..."
"I know, Dad, I will pay attention, and I don't want to come back in a wheelchair."
"Everyone says that you can't help it. You can do it if you think about it. You don't have to worry about it at home. We are all right."
"Ok."
Before hanging up the phone, my father still sighed: "I really don't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing to let you go to play..."
Gao Zheng did not know that it was a good thing or a bad thing. Football allowed him to enjoy his fame and joy, but it also brought him injury and pain. Maybe it's like football always has black and white, there are always good and bad things in everything, you can't just want to enjoy the benefits, but you are not willing to bear the cost.
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PS, saying it is Children's Day, is actually "Tiring Parents' Day".
I went to participate in children's kindergarten activities early in the morning, because I would take some photos and was also called by the teacher to work as a part-time photographer.
In the afternoon, I took the children to my grandparents' house. I had to fix the photos I took in the morning to the kindergarten teacher.
In the evening, take the children to the show.
The child grows up slowly, and my dad can't be absent too much on his growth path, so there is no way. Today, it is considered a waste.
Fortunately, the manuscript is saved a bit, so I can continue to change two tomorrow...
From middle age to middle age, from old to young and young, there will be more and more things in life, so my code speed has been getting slower and slower in the past two years, I hope everyone can be considerate...
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