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1011 The power of dreams, the pressure of life!(2/2)

That's why Ye Jianhua's youth training reform this time was achieved.

And such reforms will inevitably cost money.

Ye Yifeng asked: "Then is this grassroots motivation class simply investing money in it? I can imagine that whether it is children who are unwilling to bear the expenses or have difficulties in their families, they will come to sign up for the trial.

But the expenditure cost after this echelon is pulled up still exists. The more people there are, the higher the cost."

Ye Jianhua nodded and said, "So the profitable money from Tianhai Future Club will be used to support this project, but it is not just investment. You must invest it first in the early stage.

If it is effective in the later stage, the ownership of the player is an asset.

Your father-in-law also suggested that I cooperate with Wasserman to open a brokerage company in advance so that everything will go smoothly when these assets are cashed out in the future without being in a hurry at that time.”

Ye Yifeng's brain tests, it seems that this plan is indeed feasible at the theoretical level.

Compared with well-known domestic football schools, their tuition fees are expensive, and those children may simply have dreams.

But it is absolutely lacking in the pressure of life, and this pressure is often the most critical.

Because such a child has no way out and must force himself to succeed.

This means that Tianhai Future Youth Training Academy will be more targeted in terms of material selection.

At the same time, the operation model is essentially different from those soccer schools that earn children's tuition fees, but rather earns the future growth value of children's success.

Ye Yifeng immediately slapped his thigh and said, "Dad, I invest 100 million yuan in this project every year."

puff!

Tang Wenbin sprayed out a sip of tea.

Damn it!

Where did this son-in-law learn this?

Living style of national football leadership!

Slap your head, there is!

Slap your thighs, it's terrible!

Slap your butt and leave!

Ye Jianhua waved his hand quickly and said, "No, no, I tell you this is not asking you for money."

Ye Yifeng blinked, and wanted to speak but stopped.

Before, the father and son just talked about football topics that had nothing to do with him, didn’t they all ask for money?

First there is the youth training academy, then there is the club.

Ye Yifeng has already realized the idea of ​​paying money.

One hundred million a year, which is almost equivalent to his monthly income.

Tang Wenbin coughed twice before he recovered and said to Ye Yifeng: "Your father is really not short of money now. The club's annual sponsorship fee is more than enough. He has controlled Tianhai's future costs very well."

Ye Yifeng said, since he didn't ask for money, he didn't seem to be able to help.

I suddenly felt a little regretful.

well.

My son can't help me.

It made him very disappointed.

What he didn't know was that his personal brand yyf sponsors Tianhai Future Club every year for 20 million yuan.
Chapter completed!
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