"Yo! Isn't this Director Zhao?"

Hearing this very distinctive voice, Director Zhao felt a slump, and then an arm was wrapped around his shoulder with his neck.

"It's been a long time since we saw each other, Director Zhao!"

The sharp voice had already come to his ears, and the master of the voice was next to him.

Director Zhao turned his head and saw a monkey cheek with yellow hair, smiling sinisterly.

"Fu Jian, your friend?" Next to him, there was a slightly older man who asked curiously. The man was surrounded by three other people, and at a glance he knew that he was the leader of the group.

"Yes, yes, old friend, I haven't seen you for many years, but I didn't expect to see you here, ha!"

"Your friend is the director? Why don't you introduce me?" The eldest brother smiled at Director Zhao's face.

Fu Jian waved his hand and smiled and said, "What director? He is called Director Zhao, King Zhang, Li Zhao, Director Zhang, the director's name is this..."

Someone behind the elder brother laughed: "I'll go, what's this weird name?"

Fu Jian smiled even happier: "Yes, because of this name, we all call him the director. Oh, Brother Qing, you misunderstood! This kid, like us, is playing football... Oh no, he used to play football!"

Director Zhao felt that Fu Jian hugging his arm a little harder. To outsiders, this might be a sign of intimacy, but Director Zhao's neck was strangled and he was a little breathless...

When he heard that the other party was not an official, Brother Qing's smile quickly disappeared, and he hummed with a cold face: "Are you teammates?"

Fu Jian let go of Director Zhao's neck, and Director Zhao can finally breathe.

When Director Zhao was gasping with his neck stuck, he heard Fu Jian say to Brother Qing: "I played together when I was in the Dacheng Echelon."

Dacheng is a local professional football club, which is why Director Zhao is not a local but has been staying in the local area now. He has played in the Dacheng echelon for several years and naturally chose to stay in this city, which has more opportunities than returning to his hometown.

"It's also a great success?" Brother Qing pondered for a moment, frowned and looked at the other side. It was their opponent in this game, the Red Light Football Team.

How could Fu Jian not understand what Brother Qing meant? A strange smile appeared on his face. He pointed back at Director Zhao who was still adjusting his breathing: "Brother Qing, you don't know anything. Director Zhao has a nickname!"

"What's the nickname?" Brother Qing looked at Director Zhao and sneered.

"'Golden right foot'!"

"So powerful?" Brother Qing's expression suddenly became solemn.

Fu Jian smiled and asked, "Brother Qing, have you never watched Stephen Chow's "Shaolin Football"?"

Before Brother Qing could react, someone laughed behind him: "So this Director Zhao is a cripple!"

Director Zhao held his breath and his face became extremely ugly.

"Yes! You're just a cripple!" Fu Jian seemed to have not seen Director Zhao's face at all. He slapped Director Zhao's shoulder hard while smiling exaggeratingly.

A group of people surrounded Zhao Director and laughed so hard that they leaned back and forth. Amid their laughter, Zhao Director lowered his head and held the hem of his jacket tightly with both hands. He was just embarrassed, but he didn't dare to say anything.

At this moment, a tall figure appeared beside him, put his arm on his shoulder, and leaned over: "Hi, Lao Zhao, are these your friends? Let's introduce it."

Director Zhao turned around and saw Gao Zheng's smiling face, looking at Fu Jian and his group of people.

"What interesting things are you talking about? Let's hear it?"

Fu Jian and the others' laughter was interrupted. Faced with this uninvited guest who was obviously here to support Director Zhao, he hummed with dissatisfaction: "Who are you?"

"Ah, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Lao Zhao's teammate, my name is Gao Zheng." Gao Zheng waved his hand to them.

"You are his teammate, why haven't I seen him before... Wait, your name is Gao Zheng?!" Fu Jian exclaimed and pointed at Gao Zheng. "That Gao Zheng?"

Gao Zheng smiled and nodded: "That's right, it's that Gao Zheng."

Brother Qing was also surprised: "Gao Zheng?"

"Yes, it's the genius Gao Zheng who was terminated by AC Milan in advance." Fu Jian reacted, looked at Gao Zheng wearing a red light jersey, and mocked, "Someone on the Internet said that Gao Zheng was playing wild football, but I didn't believe it, but I didn't expect it to be true. Tsk tsk, who would have thought that the genius boy back then has now fallen to this level. Well, I understand why AC Milan doesn't want you anymore."

"Shut up!" Director Zhao, who was ridiculed and said nothing, suddenly shouted, "Fu Jian, you know nothing, what nonsense!"

Fu Jian spread his hands and said sarcastically: "What do I don't understand? Isn't it just that my level is bad? AC Milan looks down on me. Domestic media always brag about 'peerless geniuses', it's okay to deceive fool fans, but we experts can't deceive..."

"Then you..." Director Zhao clenched his fists in anger, but he was pulled by Gao Zheng.

Gao Zheng was not furious in the face of Fu Jian's constant mockery and provocation. Instead, he held Director Zhao with one hand and put the other hand in his pocket of his sweatpants, and said with a smile on his face: "I don't know whether it's stinky or not, but it's enough to beat you."

His tone was light, and listening to him say this was as simple and casual as winning was like eating and drinking water.

Fu Jian, Brother Qing and others changed their color at the same time - they were looked down upon nakedly!

Brother Qing said in a deep voice: "Don't be crazy, boy!"

Gao Zheng smiled and said, "Is it crazy or not? You'll know when the game is played later?"

Brother Qing took a deep breath and nodded, "Okay. Let's go."

Fu Jian pointed to Director Zhao next to Gao Zheng, gave a thumbs up and sarcastically: "The cripple is very good at hugging his thighs. He has found a 'genius' as his backer and has vision! I admire him!"

After saying that, he turned around and followed his companions to the other side of the court.

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Looking at their backs, Gao Zheng asked Director Zhao who was still breathing heavily beside him: "Who are they?"

"...I am your opponent in this game."

"That runner-up team, are all professional?"

"I'm not sure, but there is one person who must be, and there is one person who must not." Director Zhao stared at the backs of the five people.

"Hmm?" Gao Zheng turned his head.

"Fu Jian, like me, left without playing in the first team game. So he is not a professional level."

"Fu Jian? That yellow-haired?"

"Yes, it's him."

"Why did he cause trouble for you?"

Director Zhao was silent for a moment and said, "We used to play football in the Dacheng echelon. He and I were competitors. Since then, they have been dissatisfied with me because he played a substitute for me. Later, when I was injured, he became the main force and started shaking in front of me..."

Gao Zheng said: "Old Zhao, you retired because of an injury, but I think he is still playing football but has not played professional games, which means his level is really not very good..."

Director Zhao snorted: "Of course it's not so good. He can't even compete with me. If I hadn't been injured, how could he have a chance? But even if I wasn't injured... Actually, I might not be able to play professional games. So you know how good he is."

Gao Zheng looked at the yellow-haired Fu Jian saying something to Brother Qing, and his attitude seemed quite respectful. "Is it definitely the professional player who looks like that big brother?"

"Yeah." Director Zhao nodded, "Fu Jian called that person Brother Qing. As far as I know, the person with this title should be Yan Qing. He retired last year and was twenty-eight years old when he retired..."

"Retired at the age of twenty-eight?"

"No one wants it, why don't you retire? He has played in the China League One for the highest time, but only stayed in the China League One for one season, played two games, and then he went to the China League Two. Later, he couldn't make it to the China League Two, so of course he had to retire. But judging from his current situation, he should be the strongest in this team..."

Gao Zheng stared at Yan Qing's figure in the distance without saying a word.

Director Zhao was a little worried: "Actually, Brother Zheng, you didn't have to stand up for me just now, it wouldn't be a good thing to mess with them."

"how?"

"Who knows what they will do if they make trouble? We are here to help people win and make money, so there will be less trouble. And let them laugh at me for a few words, so I won't even lose my hair, so why bother..."

Gao Zheng suddenly slapped Director Zhao on the head with force, which made Director Zhao stunned for a moment, and then he looked at Gao Zheng incomprehensible.

"Idiot, I just want to provoke them on purpose."

"Ah?" Director Zhao opened his mouth wide and looked incredible. "Why?"

"Because I want this game to be a little bit difficult, this is fun." Gao Zheng's eyes were almost narrowed into a line, and his eyes were covered.

Director Zhao couldn't tell whether he was joking or serious...

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