.On Monday, September 9, 2002, this was a historic moment. Mr. Yang got up early and washed up and came to the club's office building. There were no flowers, no applause, and no fans asking for autographs. But in Mr. Yang's heart, his excitement at this moment was no less than his excitement of leading the giants to win the Champions League championship several years later.

In September in Belgium, there was already a cool autumn in autumn. Master Yang stood in the open space in front of the door and looked up at the three-story building. The red brick walls and European patterns dotted among them. The striking Valleheim Club logo was hung in the middle of the house - a three-color rainbow, a pink football, and two green and pink crossed tracks surrounding the football. Below is the name of the club - Zulte_Walheim (zulte_www.piaotian.comboogstadion) is looming in the morning light. Master Yang imprints all this in his mind and steps into the building.

At the door, a middle-aged security guard politely stopped Mr. Yang.

"I'm here to find Chairman Na'aisen, we'll be around 9 o'clock."

The security guard called upstairs with skepticism, and after getting confirmation, he signaled that Master Yang could go upstairs. "Turn right on the third floor, there is a sign on the door. This is the first time I have seen an Asian man here." The security guard finally muttered in a low voice.

Master Yang sorted out his clothes, and the wooden stairs made a "rattle" sound at his feet. A unique tide smell of tide that was unique because he could not see the sunlight spread in the air. He knocked on the door with the words "Chairman's Office", and a woman in her forties smiled at Master Yang's profession and said, "Mr. Chairman is waiting for you inside." As he said that, he opened the door for Master Yang. The door opened. Master Yang saw Na Aisen sitting in the wide boss's chair, looking at the document with a pipe in his mouth.

"Hello Mr. Chairman."

Na'aisen sucked his pipe, but the pipe was not lit at all. The old man smiled bitterly: "I was confiscated by my daughter yesterday, and she said it was harmful to health."

"You can learn to drink tea, which is healthy and addictive." Mr. Yang said with a smile.

"Sit down, kid. This is your contract. Sorry, I want to give you a better contract, but the club's financial director doesn't allow me to do this. In fact, he said I don't need to sign another coach at all." Na'Eisen put the folder in front of Mr. Yang. "If you think it's too harsh, you can not sign it, everything is up to you."

Master Yang picked up the folder and understood Na'Aisen's European style. The old man was a person with a temperament and was also a businessman. It was not wrong to plan for profit. If he talked about loyalty in the world, he would seem unprofessional, right? Besides, Master Yang and the old man saved their lives and watched the game together.

The first few pages of the contract explain the terms, but what is actually useful is actually the page that says the salary - "Working hours: Monday to Friday. From 3:00 to 5:00 pm. Weekly salary is 40 euros. On the game day, 30 euros, two tickets. No other benefits. Trial time is three months. After three months, the club will renew the sign according to the situation." - This mess will add up to more than 300 euros per month (this is the case when Mr. Yang sold the tickets) - Huang Shiren and Yang Bailao in the football industry. Although Mr. Yang doesn't know what the salary of the coach in Belgium is, if a Belgian person looks at the contract, it will probably be thrown on Na'aisen's face. Mr. Yang's basic salary is 1,000 euros.

Na Aisen looked at Master Yang's every move: "Child, if I were you, I wouldn't sign. Maybe you need some time to study this contract." (Yes, he won't sign! If he doesn't sign, this book will be completed here! Na Aisen, aren't you afraid of finishing the book? I'll write a car accident for you? Author's words.)

Master Yang frowned and looked at Na Aisen: "Mr. Chairman, you have another difficult problem for me. However, you still don't know the Chinese enough." Master Yang's face was filled with a smile, "I don't know what I will do in five years, ten years, fifteen years, or even a hundred years later, and how people will evaluate me. But a hundred years ago, ten years ago, ten years later, or even a hundred years later, people will use this word to evaluate our Chinese nation, which is called - tenacity. The only problem with this contract for me is that it is missing a page."

"Ah? One page is missing?" Na'Eisen raised his eyebrows, took the contract and turned it over, and it was indeed one page was missing. At this time, the phone on the desk rang, and the secretary's voice sounded: "Mr. Chairman, Mr. Barrier is here, will he be invited in?"

"Let him come in. Also, Lisa, has the contract dropped a page in your place?"

The secretary lady was embarrassed to say, "Yes, sir, I'll send it to you right away."

The door sounded softly, and Ms. Lisa and Balier walked in together. Balier nodded to the two and sat down next to Master Yang. Lisa put the missing page of the contract and put it on the table.

Master Yang picked up the folder, took out a pen, and under the gaze of the two, he solemnly signed his English name - yang_shi.

Na'aisen put away the contract and said to Mr. Yang: "Believe me, Yang, everything will be fine." Mr. Yang nodded. "It's just a little time left. Let's talk about the club. Carl, what do you think about the team."

Carl Barrier pondered for a moment, "Defense is a big problem. We have to strengthen our defense, otherwise no matter how many goals we score, we will lose more."

Na'Eisen nodded: "I have discussed this with Du Rui. But you know, the club has no more funds to buy players for the time being. It would be great if I could import the euro." The old man smiled bitterly.

"Lease and transactions, although this is not a long-term solution," said Balier.

"The team's salary level has reached a very dangerous level. Some people are willing to come on loan, but we can't afford it. Players with zero loans cannot use it even when they come. This is back to the issue of money," Na'Eisen explained.

"It will be winter if the transfer is transferred. It seems that we will sell some players to turn around." Barrier said.

"That's right. We will study the list of players that can be traded with Du Rui in the future. Yang, do you have any good ideas?" Na'aisen glanced at Master Yang.

"Me?" Good idea? Master Yang looked at the two old men. There was no money so there was no one. What can I do? Help you rob, or bet on the football for you? - Hey? Betting on the football - Master Yang suddenly remembered the gangster defender who played black football. I don't know if this kid can be trained. Master Yang felt a little whimsical, but as soon as this idea came out, he couldn't help but continue thinking. Master Yang's mind was played back at the scene of the No. 4 steal. He was about 1.8 meters tall, very strong, flexible, not slow, and the rhythm of dribbling was also very good... Thinking of this, Master Yang looked up and asked: What procedures would we go through if we were to sign a free agent?

Na'Eisen said: "What players do you have to sign? Haha, we will send scouts to inspect him first, collect data, and then hand it over to the head coach. If he is satisfied, we will provide him with a tryout. If it is good, we can sign the contract after the physical examination."

Barrier added: "There is a great risk to sign free agents. Be careful."

Master Yang nodded: "Well, I understand. My choice is a big risk. So, I want to report to you after checking him."

The two old men looked at each other, and Na'Eisen shrugged: "It's a pity that neither of us scouts are here, otherwise we can go with you."

"Anyway, I'm fine, I can go with you to see you," said Barrier.

"Are you sure it's necessary?" Na'erson looked at his old friend in confusion.

"I want to verify Yang's vision." Balier's mouth turned upwards rarely, looking at Master Yang.

"Then give me some time to find him first, and I'll call you then." Master Yang knew that this was the little care given to him by Balier. The old man's face was cold, but his heart was hot.

"Okay, then that's it. It's time for us to go to the conference room. Coach Duri should be waiting for you." Na'Aisen glanced at the watch and said to the two of them.

Several people came to the conference room, and the conference room was already full. Na'aisen stood at the conference table and coughed lightly. Everyone present focused their attention on the chairman and the new Barrier and Mr. Yang. Na'aisen said: "Everyone, today we will introduce two new colleagues to you. One is the new football director of our club - Mr. Carl Barrier. He was once the representative of our best players in Valleheim. He hopes to bring new glory to our club under his work. The other is Yang from the East, who came to our club as a coach. Mr. Yang is very young and talented. I hope everyone will work with him and enjoy their work. Let us welcome them."

After the chairman finished speaking, symbolic friendly applause rang out in the office. Na'aisen introduced Du Rui and other personnel to Balier and Master Yang. Na'aisen said: "Since everyone knows each other, please let Mr. Balier say a few words to us."

"Thanks to the Chairman for his trust in me. If the club wants to continue to develop, we need to work hard, and we also need to work in a planned and systematic manner. I have read the training outline and season plan submitted by you before. It is quite thick and not very targeted. I want to conduct a careful study on this issue in the next regular meeting." Old Balier was not used to illness at the first meeting and directly bombarded the coaching staff. I guess Na'Eisen didn't expect that Du Rui, assistant coach Eddy Cordier and coach Patrick Hempe were not very good-looking.

"Ahem, okay, we will discuss this issue next time. Let's talk about the arrangements for this week first. We can't lose the home game against Eupen on Sunday. Although I still have patience with the team, the patience of the fans is limited. Please, Mr. Dury." Na'Eisen first mixed up and then set the tone for this week's game.

Coach Du Rui looked through the briefing in his hand and adjusted his mood. Balier's bombardment or doubts just now made him annoyed: Old man who just said he would not practice, we worked hard to train the team, you just said that you rejected the outline and plan. I will see what trouble you can do next week. "The overall situation of the team is good, and there are no injuries. From Monday to Wednesday, we will organize the team to conduct set-piece offense and half-court confrontation, and Thursday and Friday focus on practicing the protection of the side defense, because we consider that the European team's wing breakthrough is their offensive method. Relax training on Saturday. Basically that is it." After saying that, Du Rui looked up at Balier.

Na'Eisen was afraid that Balier would fire again, so he quickly continued Du Rui said, "Okay, let's do it like this. Looking forward to your victory. Then our meeting will be here." As he said that, he winked at Balier beside him and signaled him not to speak. "There is nothing else, so let's break up."

Looking at the tense atmosphere in the room, the administrative supervisor who had something to do quickly put away the documents he wanted to speak. The people in the conference room stood up and walked out. Mr. Yang also stood up and followed Coach Du Rui. Only Na'aisen and Barrier were left in the conference room.

"I said, "Old guy, why are you talking like that? You didn't see Duri and the others' faces changing?" Na'Eisen closed the door of the conference room and complained to Barrier.

"I am right to things, not people. Besides, this problem was OK before, because we were strong; now we still do this, and sooner or later there will be problems." Balier said seriously.

"Okay, okay, even if you are right, it won't be changed overnight. Please tell me what you want to say at the meeting next time, and communicate with me in advance." Na'aisen said helplessly.

"It's still time for you to regret it now," Balier said in a deep voice.

"I regret it, I regret why I didn't sew your mouth with a zipper. I know you're right. Alas~" Na'erson sighed. "Duri has served the club for three years after all, and he is the coach who is the most familiar with the team. Let's take it slowly, I can't wait."

After walking out of the office building, Du Rui found that Master Yang was still following him. "What are you doing with me?" Du Rui's tone was as bad as his mood, and his face almost touched Master Yang's face.

"I want to know what you need me to do? Do you need me to prepare before we start training?" Master Yang took a step back and said patiently.

"What to do? Three points of training, don't be late, don't do stupid things, or get out of here. Ask Eddie Cordill for the rest, do whatever he asks you to do! If you have the leisure, think about the damn targeted training that Barrier said."

"Okay. Go slowly." Master Yang watched Du Rui get into the car and leave the parking lot.
Chapter completed!