After termination
Jian Zhaonan didn't like her contact with Xie Yu in the first place.
There was no need to ask him about what happened that day. Just letting him know that she had just talked to Xie Yu on the phone would give him enough reason to get angry.
So she didn't rush to ask about what happened that day, but instead asked him why he suddenly looked for her.
He came over and sat down across from her. "Yunxiao told me everything that happened tonight. I just finished talking to Wang Zhixin on the phone. Xie Yu was behind this. He was deliberately taking revenge on you because he embarrassed him in front of Coach Yan the other day."
He was well-informed. He knew everything even without her saying anything.
She curled her lips and said, "Since you've already called Boss Wang, why don't you persuade him to let me go?"
He smiled bitterly, "He also had his own difficulties. The club was struggling, so he sold most of his shares to the Xie family. Now the actual controlling shareholder of Fengtai is surnamed Xie."
She said angrily, "What's the big deal about being surnamed Xie? Am I really afraid of someone with the surname Xie?"
Seeing her angry look, he felt helpless: "You're not afraid, but what about these kids? Are you really going to just let them go? This is the result of your years of teaching. If you hand it over before they become famous, won't all your years of work be in vain?"
Even he understood these principles, so she certainly understood them even more. Just him saying them out loud would not only fail to solve the problem, but would only rub salt into her wounds.
She frowned unhappily: "What else can I do if I don't let go? Force them not to sign the contract with Fengtai? What right do I have to ask them to do that?"
"Didn't you sign any contract with them?"
She slowly closed her eyes, rubbing her swollen brows as she said, "There is a contract, but the penalty is only 50,000. Even if I insist on taking the money, they can still make 150,000 in total, so it's always a good deal."
"That's right. Kids these days are much more realistic. Unlike us back then, they were all about making the first team and winning glory for their country." As he spoke, he seemed to remember something and smiled imperceptibly. "So... do you need my help?"
He finally said something that made sense. Even though she had no intention of relying on anyone, a man who offered help was still more attractive than a man who only begged without a clue.
She opened her eyes: "How do you want to help?"
He looked at her aggrievedly: "Sell them back at a higher price."
Higher prices...
The salary and signing fee offered by Fengtai is already more than one million, and they want to increase it. Shouldn’t it be close to two million?
She knew he meant well, but his money wasn't something he'd earned out of thin air, so there was no need to spend it on something like this. Xie Yu didn't feel bad about spending money because he'd borrowed it from his father. He wouldn't squander his hard-earned money, no matter how much he earned.
She shook her head: "No."
In a word, she saved Jian Zhaonan a million, but she was also about to lose five main players.
These five people are almost the core of her club.
According to the survey conducted in the "Fengtai Cup" this time, the strength of the children she trained is not inferior to that of professional clubs. It is conceivable how much effort she has invested in them over the years.
Seeing that she was a little frustrated, he patted her shoulder and said, "It's easy for you to make the club famous. I know a few kids in the provincial team. If you want them, I'll let them sign you."
She gently pushed his hand away: "If I just want to be famous, even if I can't teach a good apprentice, I can still be famous. I know you really want to help me, but doing this is somewhat contrary to my original intention."
He couldn't bear to see her feel lost, and he knew she had a strong sense of self-esteem and that she would rely on her strength to do anything, so he came up with this idea. But when she said "going against her original intention", he was a little overwhelmed, because for a moment he felt like he couldn't figure out what her original intention was.
The frustration on her face disappeared in an instant, and she pulled herself together and forced a smile: "It's nothing, actually. The old must go before the new can come. I'll go to a few schools to select students tomorrow."
"We're going to be looking for new people anyway, so you might as well sign the ones I mentioned."
She seemed to have completely digested the grief. She held his face in her hands and was in the mood to joke with him: "What's the point of picking those big watermelons that have already grown? I just want to grow them from a seed."
He felt the warmth of her palm and looked into her beautiful eyes, stunned for a long time.
Is this what she meant by her original intention?
But is it really necessary to stick to this original intention?
She should have been coaching those kids who had been meticulously nurtured by their parents, progressing from the city team to the provincial team, and then, at the right age, being selected for the national team... She was their kind. She herself wasn't a flower that grew wild, so how could she possibly empathize with those kids who had to give up their training because of trivial family matters?
He opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing.
The next day, she called the six children who had attended the party yesterday into the room for a small meeting. The meeting had two topics: the first was the issue of whether to stay or leave, and the second was the issue of compensation for breach of contract.
She didn't restrict their development; they could leave if they wanted. However, after they left, it was unclear whether the Fengtai Club would devote all its resources to supporting them, as it had done for her. She informed them of the possible future events and gave them the choice. For those who chose to leave, as long as their parents signed an agreement as soon as possible and paid the penalty within a month, she would release them immediately.
In the end, no one was willing to stay except Yunxiao.
Liu Jianchun didn't say anything more, which was thankless, but just urged them to go back and pack up their things and move to Fengtai as soon as possible to adapt to the new environment.
She also began to contact the school to add some fresh forces to the club.
She said that she knew many principals, but when she actually contacted them, they had either retired or changed careers. There were not many left in the education industry. Some were hired to other provinces, and some said they were too busy recently. In the end, she had to ask friends of friends to help her get in touch with a few schools that were willing to let her go to their schools to select physical education students.
She endured these difficulties silently, not telling anyone, not even Jian Zhaonan. Given his current fame, even if they were strangers, they would still be willing to give him a chance, not to mention the marketing pitch: "Join the Jianchun Club and enjoy personal guidance from the main players." Even if she ignored Jian Zhaonan and turned to her familiar fathers, she would still have countless channels. But doing so would go against her original intention.
Her original intention was simple.
She just wanted to make a breakthrough with her own ability, without relying on her parents or speculation, and she would accept it even if she couldn't go far.
Friends of friends are indeed unreliable. She visited three schools in succession, but none of them could enroll the child she wanted. On Friday, she planned to go to a school in a township in a neighboring province, but it started raining heavily. She planned to wait until the rain stopped, but then the school's vice principal called her and said the children would be on summer vacation starting next week. If she didn't come, she would have to wait until next semester.
She hurried to the school. It was already eight o'clock in the evening. Several children whose families lived in the town had already been picked up by their parents. The rest lived farther away, and their family situations were not much different from Yunxiao Dalin's.
She really likes children from such poor families. This is not to glorify suffering, but learning sports is a difficult path. Children who cannot endure hardship are not suitable for it from the beginning. Even if they can barely achieve results, they will be overwhelmed by pain and unwillingness in their later development and eventually give up halfway.
She braved the pouring rain to get to the school, soaking wet. Fortunately, the trip wasn't in vain. A young boy nicknamed "Pockmarked" had solid fundamentals and a great feel for the ball, and she immediately took a liking to him. They exchanged contact information and planned to finalize an agreement online: she would train him directly this summer.
She was certainly happy to have found a good player, but even before she even got back to the gym, she was starting to feel a bit dizzy. The driver was also very aggressive, constantly stomping on the accelerator, making even someone who doesn't often get carsick feel nauseous, and she could only fall asleep.
I slept all the way, but the symptoms not only did not ease, but became more severe. My whole body was hot, even the palms were burning.
She forced herself to walk back downstairs to the gym, but before she could even go back, she squatted down by the tree in front of the door and vomited. Unfortunately, she hadn't eaten all day, so she couldn't vomit anything except water.
Vomiting itself can relieve high intracranial pressure. After vomiting a few times, she felt much lighter and walked back to the stadium as if nothing had happened.
At that time, Jian Zhaonan had just come out of the studio.
He's on the show again.
An athlete who doesn't return to the team for training, but shows up in public all day long and participates in various interviews and variety shows, is really not worthy of being in the national team. The head coach should fire him and make way for newcomers!
He could see similar comments whenever he opened his phone, but unfortunately he had heard them too many times, and now when he saw them again, he even felt a bit bored.
Those who criticize the swimming team say they don't train hard but only take commercials, and those who criticize the speed skaters say they don't train hard but only appear on variety shows. If you criticize him for being the same, can't you find a new angle? For example, say he's too love-brained and only thinks about dating...
like.
It would be better to scold him for trying hard to make money. At least this statement makes him sound very scheming and aware of the times.
His phone suddenly rang. It was an unfamiliar number. As soon as he picked up the phone, he heard a burst of harsh curses.
"Jian Zhaonan, you idiot, where are you fooling around? Why haven't you come back yet? Did you know that Liu Jianchun is sick?"
The sound was so loud that it was deafening. Jian Zhaonan frowned unhappily and turned down the volume before thinking about who he was. "Who are you?"
"You can't even fucking hear me, Xie Yu."
Being yelled at for no apparent reason was already irritating, and when he heard it was Xie Yu on the other end, he wanted to hang up the phone immediately: "How did you know she was sick?"
"Don't worry about it. Someone just saw her fainting and vomiting. Damn, she's not fucking pregnant, is she? How could you act so quickly?"
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