Zheng Zhi is the first in the hearts of Chinese players now, and the first person to study abroad. Even the captain of the national team, Fan Zhiyi, is not as powerful as Zheng Zhi.

Only Yang Chen can match him. However, judging from the conditions for renewal of Frankfurt, Zheng Zhi is far more important than Yang Chen.

Not only Yang Chen, but Zheng Zhi's weekly salary is the best in Frankfurt, and no one else can compare with him. Yang Chen is ranked second, whose weekly salary is 20,000 marks before tax.

Zheng Zhi’s 36,000 marks after tax, which is far from that.

German players' tax is 48.5%

, that is to say, Yang Chen got only 10,000 marks more than 10,000 marks, while Zheng Zhi had 36,000 marks, which was 3.6 times worse.

Although Yang Chen scored 9 goals, his role is not as great as Zheng Zhi, and his impact on the team cannot be compared.

In addition, now that Klose has emerged, Frankfurt has different requirements for the defense line.

After sending them to the training ground, Zheng Zhi said goodbye to them. Before leaving, Zheng Zhi encouraged Shao Jia a few words.

"Add one, come on!"

"Conquer 1860 with perfect performance and stay!"

"If you can stay, it means that there are 6 Chinese players playing in Germany."

"I'm looking forward to working with you on the national team."

Speaking of the national team, Shao Jiayi's eyes lit up. This is what he dreamed of. He has only been to the national youth team and has not yet entered the national team's door.

Zheng Zhi is now inviting him to fight side by side with the national team, which makes him very excited.

"Um!"

He answered heavily.

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The yellow sports car was racing on the highway, and Zheng Zhi rushed to Frankfurt quickly. The speed of returning was faster than when he was going, mainly because Wu Di was not in the car, so Zheng Zhi drove very freely.

He likes this country without speed limits, which is simply a paradise for racers. Wasn't the car king Schumacher born here?

boom

He couldn't help but increase the accelerator and speed up the car again, and the car passed by the surrounding vehicles like a phantom.

I have to say that having a sports car is really cool.

But just three seconds later, a powerful roar seemed to pierce the ear drum and tear the air, and a red Ferrari rushed up from the left, like red lightning!

Not long after running over, he pulled into Zheng Zhi's car.

"My grass!"

Zheng Zhi was shocked, but did not lose his square inch. He just held the steering wheel firmly and stepped on the brakes slightly.

"Fuck the mud horse, stupid!"

Zheng Zhi directly cursed.

Meet a madman.

Before it was over, after Ferrari ran away, the taillight suddenly lit up and slowed down the car again, which was like this for three consecutive times. It was obvious that he was provoking Zheng Zhi.

Finally, the car finally moved to the left, walked side by side with Zheng Zhi, and the window also rolled down.

"Hey,"

"Boy,"

"Do you dare to make a spell?"

The two people sitting behind also started to make excuses.

"Come on,"

"Come on, boy."

"Your mom's pussy, stupid!" Zheng Zhi looked angry and cursed in German, "Did you have a pig on your head?"

He almost killed him and was racing.

"Aooo~ coward,"

"If you don't have it, don't drive so fast."

“Huh,”

"This must be a Chinese,"

"No wonder."

"Coward,"

"No eggs."

“Ah hahaha…”

"Hahaha, no wonder the Japanese say that Chinese are..."

Although the wind was a little loud, Zheng Zhi could hear it clearly, and he glanced at the console's gps...

"grass."

"Come on, grandson,"

"Who is afraid of who?"

"White-skinned pig!"

Zheng Zhi suddenly stepped on the accelerator and the car flew up instantly.

The maximum speed is 350, who is afraid of whom? But it is impossible to reach this speed. It is terrible to have more than 200.

Zheng Zhi rushed out first.

"Aowu~" The group of madmen behind were quite excited, and the roar started again.

A straight road stretches to the horizon.

Soon Ferrari caught up and accelerated in a straight line, w12 was not as good as Ferrari.

However, four cars appeared in front, each occupying one lane, so Ferrari had to slow down.

Zheng Zhi gritted his teeth, gently turned the steering wheel to the right, rushed directly from the emergency lane, and finally caught up with Ferrari.

"asshole,"

"That guy!"

"Are you crazy?"

Those guys who drove slowly were stunned.

"Call the police!"

“zz10!”

“There are still **28cm!”

Although it was just a short while, the license plates of both sides were recognized.

The two cars went hand in hand again, but soon Ferrari took the lead again.

"ah,"

“There is a curve ahead!”

“Slow down quickly!”

The guy in the back seat of Ferrari started to yell.

"That guy is inside, be careful not to bump into it."

A big right turn of 120 degrees in front was worried about the guy in the back seat of Ferrari. Zheng Zhi's car was only less than 20 meters away from them.

The Ferrari owner really relaxed the gas and then stepped on the brakes in advance.

But Zheng Zhi's actions were the opposite of him! He suddenly stepped on the accelerator!

"grandson,"

"Brother shows you what drift means!"

boom

The car instantly surpassed the Ferrari.

"ah!"

"What is he going to do!"

"Quick brake!"

The two guys in the back seat of Ferrari were completely frightened.

Zheng Zhi drove his car and immediately released the accelerator as he rushed into the corner and cut the steering wheel to the right at the same time.
To be continued...