Two security guards surrounded Zhao Wenhui's shoulders, one left and one right.

At this time, Jiang Yuan took a step forward, stopped the two security guards, looked at the fat supervisor, and said in a deep voice.

"No need, I have already greeted Qingyu, he will come down in a while."

When the fat supervisor heard this, he said sarcastically with disdain in his expression.

"You are so bragging. Since you know Qingyu, why don't you make an appointment earlier? I'm too lazy to expose you. Get out of here immediately if you know each other, don't urinate and take care of yourself. What a thing."

Zhao Wenhui's lungs were so angry that he burst into tears and said in anger.

"Damn, I haven't said that I'm so angry. I won't apologize to me today. I'll never finish it with you."

The fat supervisor laughed and said sarcastically.

"Okay, you didn't brag about knowing Qingyu, and you asked him to come down. As long as he spoke, I'll apologize to you immediately."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of rapid footsteps came from the upstairs.

A man wearing a suit, tie, gold-rimmed glasses, and permed brown curly hair, walked down from the upstairs with a gait of wind.

"Manager Qingyu, I'm so embarrassed to alarm you. There are two ungrateful guys here who have to lick their faces and say they know you..."

The fat supervisor hurried over and said with a dry smile.

Qingyu looked at the two of them, and excitement flashed in his eyes. He walked over quickly, stretched out his hand and said enthusiastically.

"Jiang Yuan? We have contacted me so many times online, and it is the first time we have met. I am so flattered that you can come to me today."

Zhao Wenhui curled his lips and said unhappily.

"Forget it, the people here must drive us out. Now that the police are coming, we should leave first."

When Qingyu heard this, his expression changed suddenly.

He has invited Jiang Yuan to the GK team many times, and finally invited this great god. What's the matter with driving the person away?

At this time, the fat supervisor, sweating profusely, ran over with panic, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a dry smile.

"Manager Qingyu, this is a completely misunderstanding. They both want to ask you when they come. I saw that there was no appointment, so I thought it was nonsense..."

"Then you drive the person away and call the police?"

Qingyu's expression became gloomy and he scolded with a bad tone.

"How many times have I told you that those who come to our team base are fans, and many of them come from afar. It's very difficult. You must treat them well. Do you think my words are in front of you?"

The fat supervisor was so scolded that he couldn't raise his head and didn't even dare to say a word.

Qingyu still felt angry and shouted in anger.

"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and apologize to someone?"

The fat supervisor no longer had the arrogant and domineering he had before, came to the two of them honestly, bowed his head and said apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I was too impulsive before and shouldn't say anything like that. Please forgive me."

Zhao Wenhui's expression was so good that he looked much better, so he was too lazy to continue to care about him.

After resolving this small storm, Qingyu took them upstairs, which is the core training room of the GK team.

Only after you come here can you truly feel the word "professional".

A row of transparent floor-to-ceiling windows separate different rooms, each room has its own functions.

In addition to the daily training of players, there is also a set of youth training for sparring, analysts who specialize in collecting data, tacticians who are responsible for formulating tactics, coach teams who grasp the overall situation, and psychological teachers who are responsible for the psychology of the team members.

Each group is a whole team. It seems that there are only five players playing on the court, but in fact there is a team of dozens of people behind it.

Everyone's hard work and achievements can be reflected in the field. No wonder they have been able to win the championship for many years, and they have a deep foundation.

Qingyu did not treat them as outsiders, so he took them to visit the base of the team.

Looking at the vast ocean-like strategies formulated by analysts and tactics, Zhao Wenhui felt his scalp tingling.

It is hard for me to imagine what kind of lineup I will face if I really fight against such an enemy.

Finally, Qingyu took them to the manager's office. After sitting down, a secretary immediately brought the drinks.

"Jiang Yuan, what do you think of our team?"

"It's much better than I thought."

Jiang Yuan said sincerely.

Compared with a large-scale team like GK, Yuanhui is really just a low-level grass team and has no comparison at all.

Qingyu smiled, without hiding the pride in his expression, and said, pointing to the trophy on the wall.

"These are all witnesses of our honor. As the most professional club in the league, we can give players all-round guidance and the best teamwork."

The enthusiasm in his eyes showed, and he said with hope.

"I used to tell you that the GK team welcomes you at any time, and this sentence is still valid now."

Zhao Wenhui clenched his fists, and nervousness couldn't help but emerge in his heart.

Although he has given Jiang Yuan the best conditions as much as possible, it is really difficult for the Yuanhui team to perform well.

It is human nature to walk to a high place and water flow to a low place.

Jiang Yuan shook his head and said cheerfully without hesitation.

"Sorry, my friend and I have a team and we are fighting in the secondary league."

"So that's the case, that's a pity."

Qingyu's eyes suddenly showed disappointment, and his original enthusiastic attitude became much colder. He picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, and began to play with the figures on the table.

Jiang Yuan broke the silence and continued.

"I came to you today mainly because there is one thing. I have a friend named Lao Meng and has a contract with GK team."

"Old dream?"

Qingyu was stunned after hearing this, and finally nodded and said.

"It seems like there is such a person, but I signed a 10-year contract and it should have a term of five or six years."

"I want you to release people in advance."

Jiang Yuan said bluntly.

Qingyu fell silent, tapped his fingers on the table, shrugged his shoulders and said.

"This is probably not easy. The contracts signed have legal effects. If we unilaterally break the contract, we will also have to bear the corresponding liquidated damages."

"We can raise the issue of liquidated damages, so there is no need to worry at all."

Zhao Wenhui took over the conversation and said immediately.

Qingyu beat his fingers on the table and said slowly.

"Money is just a small problem. Jiu Meng promised to serve us back then, but later she ran away alone, which seriously violated the contract regulations. If we were to let people go like this, how could our team restrain the players in the future?"
Chapter completed!