The person standing at the door was Tang Ning, who was just talking about by Master Yang. Behind Tang Ning, there was a young man with a very rural look in his hair.

Master Yang happily pulled Tang Ning's arm into the room, but suddenly found a black sleeve wrapped around Tang Ning's arm.

"Dangning..."

"Grandpa has passed away." Tang Ning said sadly, "This is a cousin from my distant room, Zhou Xing. Grandpa asked me to take him out to see the world before his death. I don't know..."

"If you have any questions, let's talk about it. Your business is mine." Mr. Yang patted Tang Ning on the shoulder and nodded to Zhou Xing. The young man shyly followed him into the door.

"Downing, how did you know my birthday?" Christina said excitedly.

Tangning smiled awkwardly: "Happy birthday! Christina, birthday gifts are available for you another day."

Master Yang behind him pointed at the black on Tangning's arm, and Wan Cheng Ruolan understood and said a few words in Christina's ear.

Christina pulled Tangning's hand with a serious expression: "In the new cycle, dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, don't be too sad." As she said that, she drew a cross on her chest, and then the woman's face turned instantly: "Come on, let's blow the candle."

Everyone was embarrassed, and the woman's face change speed was so fast. However, Tangning's grief was not as strong as the beginning after the old man passed away for so long. After Christina's interruption, she felt relieved.

Christina's birthday passed happily under such a small episode.

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That night, in the living room of Mr. Yang's house.

"Master Yang, Zhou Xing's family, our family, and Chen's family have some connections. This child has been living in China. Later, the family entrusted his grandfather to my grandfather, and he entrusted me with the family herbal medicine. He said that he had mastered 99% of the family-born herbal medicine." Tang Ning pointed to Zhou Xing, who was sitting in the corner of the sofa with some restraint. Zhou Xing half-pulled his butt and sat on the edge of the sofa, straightened his waist, and scratched his head embarrassedly when he heard Tang Ning's introduction.

Master Yang smiled and turned to ask Zhou Xing: "Where did you study in the country before?"

"Hubei." Zhou Xing clenched his hands.

As he was talking, Ding Yi walked in, "Tang Ning, you have cleaned up the room. You will sleep here today and find a house for you another day. I think we have to stay in the UK for a long time, right?" Ding Yi glanced at Master Yang.

"I'll fight for it." Master Yang spread his hands to Ding Yi naughtyly. The coach's broken job was really unprotected.

Tang Ning was about to say thank you, but Zhou Xing next to him suddenly stood up from the sofa and bowed to Ding Yi at 90 degrees: "Thank you, sister-in-law."

This sound made the three people present burn and tender. Let me go! Although Master Yang and Ding Yi have been living together illegally for a long time, no one has ever called that before, which made Ding Yi's face red in shame. Tang Ning coughed awkwardly, Master Yang took a sip of water and sprayed it out.

Ding Yi stood at the door and didn't know what to say, but finally squeezed out: "You guys talk first, will I go and see if the rice in the pot be ready?"

Master Yang and Tangning looked up at the clock - 23:00 Greenwich time - where is this cooked?

Zhou Xing, the person involved in this matter, had an innocent expression on his face: "Sister-in-law is so late and still has to cook tomorrow morning meal? It's so hard."

Master Yang squirted again.

"Zhou Xing, what did you do in Hubei before?" Mr. Yang wiped his mouth and quickly changed the topic.

"In the mountains, help your family grow herbs."

Tang Ning added next to him: "Zhou Xing's family is not in good condition, and there is no serious school or subject in domestic herbal medicine. After graduating from high school, he chose a garden department at the agricultural university, and then helped grow medicinal materials at home. Later, he was sent to the United States. My grandfather passed away."

In this way, Master Yang wiped his sweat. The child’s advantage is that he is honest. He is sure to be too honest. He is a medicinal herb, an authentic yam egg pie.

"Dangning, you guys settle down here first. I will help you with work. Let's take a break today." What Mr. Yang wants to do next is how to arrange Tangning into the team doctor team in Newcastle.

But this question is not as simple as imagined. If Mr. Yang was forming a cabinet when he first signed the contract, adding a person was not a problem, but it would be a bit difficult to raise it now. The board of directors in England is no different from Belgium. Any financial expenditure must be reviewed. It does not mean that if you want to add someone, add someone.

In Newcastle Medical, there is a special supervisor, Howard Pound. He leads a team of four-person team doctors to be responsible for injuries to the players in the entire Newcastle echelon. Of course, the main thing is to pay attention to the players in the first team. As for the players in the reserve team and echelon, they are generally controlled by the physical coaches of each team, and they will only find them if they have injuries. Therefore, even if Tang Ning is placed in the team doctor group, he still needs to say hello to Mr. Pound, which is a very complicated thing in itself.

In general, Tangning's return to the team is good news for Mr. Yang, and the good news that comes immediately comes from the transfer market.

Mr. Yang finally confirmed the final transfer list: Montreal, Voga Hamshik Gadi Maria - three young men with great potential. The opponent's club also agreed with the Newcastle club's offer. For these clubs, the capital to survive is obtained by betraying these players. What's more, these players are not irreplaceable. As long as the price is right, what can't be sold? Of course, Mr. Yang did not expect these three people to fight. If the three people can be sent to the league as substitutes after the running-in period, it would be three very cost-effective transactions.

Compared to the transfer fees of Sir Freud's spending a lot of money on Rooney and Ronaldo, Montlivo, Hamshik and Di Maria are simply not worth mentioning. The English media are all disdainful of Mr. Yang's purchases that focus on the long term - you may not be able to stay in Newcastle for how long, and when you get off get out of class, if a young man becomes a talent, it will be the credit of the next coach. If he is not successful, he must be recorded in your account. Few coaches are willing to do such thankless things. Coaches like Mourinho also choose famous and familiar players to ensure results.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh, "Ah, young coaches are inexperienced. You can't win anything with young people - this sentence sounds so familiar."

Mr. Yang took some time to meet several young players.

Mr. Yang: "Monterlivo, what do you think of English football?"

Montlivo, with long hair, tied his hairband: "Sir, I think I can." A little stiff English can only be a simple conversation. "Montlivo is learning English, and I think I can use English soon." added Jason, the agent next to him.

"It's okay, I'm actually learning Italian too." Master Yang said in Italian.

Montlivo was stunned for a moment, looked at Jason, and all three smiled.

Master Yang tilted his head and looked at another young man sitting on Jason's left hand. The young man had no smile on his face. Jason kicked him gently under the table. Why is this prodigal child so unsightly?

Master Yang raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong? Unhappy? Hamshik?"

The young man's eyes turned: "Sir, I just want to know when I will be able to play."

Jason coughed, and Montlivo also turned his eyes to England with him, but along the way there was a stinky brat who looked like someone else owed him money.

Mr. Yang scratched his hair on his sideburns with his index finger. "Mr. Hamshik, you will be 18 soon. Maybe this is your most successful transfer, maybe the most failed transfer. I want to know if you are ready?"

Hamshik was stunned by Master Yang's question, and then replied: "Of course. Otherwise, why come to England."

"Okay, the first lesson of coming to the club is to recognize yourself." Master Yang took out two thick file bags from under the table and put them in front of Hamshik. "Go back and take a look at this, maybe you can find the answer."

Hamshick and Jason next to him were both stunned. No one expected that Master Yang would create such a thing from under the table. It seemed that there were a lot of things in it, but what is certain was that this was not a big stack of banknotes.

Just as Montlivo was smirking, Master Yang took out two thicker file bags under the table.

Master Yang said in Italian: "Montelivo, you are 20 years old, so you have to learn more than him." Montelivo's smile froze on his face.

"Okay, let's be here for today. Welcome to Newcastle. Mr. Hamshick, I want you to promise that I'm not a bench for you. I need you to run on the court. But everything has to be a process." Master Yang stood up and stretched out his hand. "Dante's "Divine Comedy" engraved four warnings at the entrance of hell:

Those who want to go to the capital of pain, pass by me!

Those who want to get eternal pain, pass by me!

Want to find someone who has lost his soul, pass by me!

One door was locked, but another door was open.

Hopefully Newcastle is not your gate to hell, but the gate to the King of Football.”

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Master Yang's last words stirred the hearts of the two young people, but the information he prepared was enough for the two of them to go back and digest for a while.

Newcastle's games are also a game after game. After defeating Portsmouth 2-0, Newcastle will go to Spain's Mestana Stadium to challenge Valencia away. With a score of 1-0 at home, Newcastle seems to have a little advantage, but facing the close schedule and the sharp attack of the Spanish team, can Newcastle defend it?

Facing this question from the reporter, he walked off the plane and said with a tired face, "I... I don't have the energy to say this now. Let's try my best to play."

The media was in an uproar. Does the meaning of this sentence indicate that Newcastle is preparing to surrender the gun? The British reporter who picked up the plane felt the contempt and contemptuous eyes of his Spanish colleagues around him. The eyes clearly conveyed: "You British guys are really soft-legged shrimps, but you have also had a terrible head coach."

The British reporter gritted his teeth and wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it. But before we dig into the crack in the ground, we would tell all the British people about the face of this Chinese coach. Those Newcastle fans, you are so pitiful that you actually found such a head coach.

The players who got off the plane in the back seemed to be no better than their coach. Many players did not respond to reporters' questions and flashes, just like a listless suspect in the interrogation room with headlights illuminated by a listless suspect.

"It's so sleepy. Arrange the players to sleep in the afternoon and adjust to training until evening. It's 7 o'clock tomorrow, right?" Mr. Yang rubbed his eyes and said to Rhode.

Rhode nodded. I don’t know what this young man did, but he had dark circles when he boarded the plane. Could it be that he did some physical work last night? Rhode curled his lips. What he couldn’t understand the most was that he actually ordered the flight to book the flight in the morning, which made the players listless. There were also several players who almost slept and missed the plane. Isn’t this tossing an old man like me?

Mr. Yang's image at the airport was quickly transmitted back to the UK, and Newcastle fans raised their middle fingers without exception. If this were in the Middle Ages, Mr. Yang would have been tied behind the horse's butt and dragged it to parade. The fans were already brewing anger and were preparing to give this Chinese coach a good look when Newcastle comes back.

Newcastle's training was carried out normally in the evening, and Spain did not make any trouble for Newcastle. The brightly lit stadium was shining with a group of players who were running and warming up on the stadium.

A group of reporters who had nothing in the morning watched the team's boring training.

"Do you know the new odds?" A photojournalist arched his elbow next to the text reporter.

"I know, Newcastle is 4 in compensation, Valencia is 1 in compensation, and 1 in compensation is 0.5 in compensation."

"Damn, I saw Newcastle paying 2.5 for 1, yesterday. This is a hell of a Chinese."

The text reporter glanced at his colleague, "What, are you planning to win by Newcastle? It seems that he has been in vain tonight."

The photojournalist symbolically pressed the shutter. "What should I do when I look forward to seeing him return to the UK? Maybe there is no need to wait for him to come back. Those hardcore Newcastle fans can tear him up and throw him to Bilbao to feed the lions." The photojournalist turned the camera to the hardcore Newcastle fans who were watching the training on the sidelines. The fans' slogan said, "We want to win, we don't want liars and cowards." The title of this liar and cowards was of course given to the calm Chinese coach on the court who seemed to be in a state of concentration.

The text reporter nodded: "Now he stepped on a mine with one foot, because no head coach would ever talk like that. Look at those British guys?"

Not far from the two, several British journalists were also whispering.

"This Chinese coach has always been unpredictable. Isn't it going to happen again this time?"

"I guess I will lose this time, so I'd give the fans a great shot. If I lose, I will never show mercy."

"Hey, so that's not what you said. Who said that I am a fan of Chinese coaches, he is a legend, I just want to be a witness to the legend." A reporter teased.

"Hmph, that's the past. Now I think this Chinese is just like that. By the way, how did the one you are familiar with telling you? Is there anything to write about on the plane?"

"Uh..." The reporter who was asked shrugged, "It is said that he just listened to some music. Then he fell asleep unknowingly."

...

Several reporters couldn't help but fall into silence. At this time, they saw Hiller being called in front of Master Yang.
Chapter completed!