Volume 1 Portuguese Gamers Chapter 77 TV Controversy II: Conspiracy Strikes
Simon King’s words ignited the enthusiasm of countless young viewers.
Those people who had no talent and could only settle for mediocrity had a sympathetic resonance in their hearts.
In the stationery store on the corner of Lisbon, the small vendor Edward watched TV.
He gently stroked his son's head with his palm, and couldn't help but sigh: "Simon King is so right! When I was a child, I also played football and even beat Ronaldo. But when I went to youth
During the team trial, the coaches said I was a wild kid, which was really ridiculous."
In an office building in Porto, a programmer who was still working overtime on coding was almost crying.
"Simon King's words really spoke to my heart. In terms of professional skills, I am definitely better than my supervisor, but he entered the industry earlier than me, so I had no choice but to accept his orders. After all, qualifications are also part of ability.
Kind of, is this really fair?”
Downstairs, Silva, the driver of a long-distance truck, was listening to the radio and tapping the steering wheel.
His eyes were full of anger, and his chest was heaving.
"This Simon King is really great! He reminds me of my father. What a great man he was. In terms of sales skills and management level, he is definitely qualified to teach in universities. But what is the result?
Because he never went to college, those big companies didn’t give him a chance!”
Countless similar voices began to spread in the hearts of the people.
In the hearts of thousands of Portuguese people, this sentence rose at the same time: "This is our Simon King! This is what we civilians want to fight for! We don't want to be the authority, we just want to
I want a chance to be accepted by you!"
The applause is destined to sound slower.
Because countless people in the audience had tears in their eyes.
The national actress slowly stepped forward and took Simon King's hand.
The truck driver and cashier also came to the two of them.
Babara couldn't help but couldn't help watching it in the audience. She felt that she had fallen in love with a hero. She felt that she was destined to be the legendary princess and finally met her own knight.
But Simon King’s words were not finished yet.
He politely kissed Melchior's hands, then raised his handsome face and read out his declaration of war like a king:
"I, Simon King, am a football coach. I don't need the approval of your so-called experts, and I don't bother to get your respect. Because I know that in your eyes, I am just a gamer."
"But now, I want to declare war on you in front of the entire Portuguese people!"
"In the new season, I will take my players and those geniuses who are despised by you and regarded as trash by you to knock you all down!"
"Here, I solemnly promise that if I cannot lead the team to qualify for the Champions League next season, then I will leave Portugal forever!"
Shock!
Shocked again!
The directors sitting inside the Football Association almost peed their pants in shock at Simon King's letter of challenge.
"I'll go! Is he crazy?"
"This beast doesn't know how to live or die, and doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth! We must stop him!"
"Yes, if he succeeds with such an arrogant speech, then we can really step down!"
Amid the resentment from several vice-chairmen, Chairman Fernando Gomez slapped the table with a very serious expression on his face.
"Shut up! No one is allowed to cause trouble next season. The only thing I allow you to do is to give him some difficulties in the schedule."
"Why?"
Several vice-chairmen simply jumped up, their eyes full of confusion.
Gomez said: "Why? Because this young man has become a hero of the Portuguese people. If you dare to harm him and let the referee deal with him, then the people's voice will drive us all away without us resigning ourselves."
.”
"But……"
"There's nothing wrong with that!"
"Oh, I understand!" The vice chairman in charge of referee affairs immediately understood what Gomez said.
So he nodded and said to the others: "Gomez is right, we cannot be impulsive. On the contrary, we must ensure that he gets fairness."
"That's right." Gomez took over the other person's words, his sharp eyes shining with wisdom.
"We not only want him to get fairness, we also want to amplify the fairness so that the whole society knows it. Because in this way, it can show that our Football Association is a fair institution, and we, the people, are fair.
Spokesperson.”
"Wonderful! If this happens, Gomez will come out on top in the next government election."
…
Porto, Soles's home, Conceicao broke the cup in his hand.
"Fuck me! This rude guy has gone too far!"
"That's right, you dare to declare war on us. You really don't know the heights of the world."
"Conceicao, should we contact other coaches immediately? Let's work together to kill him so that he can't even score a single point in the first ten games!"
"No! If you don't want to win it, it won't happen. But we will make it impossible for him to win a game!"
"Okay Conceição, I'll contact them right away."
Amidst the call from his companion, Kong Sangtai came to the window with a displeased face.
"His mother, how dare you say anything that disdains our respect. Originally, I wanted to accept you as a teaching assistant, but now it seems that you are looking for death."
"Why do you think your team is full of geniuses? Do you deserve these two words? You are really shameless."
While he was angry, his phone rang.
Conceicao picked it up and saw that it was actually a call from the team's largest sponsor, Edward, CEO of Wannian Group.
"Hello Mr. Edward, how can I help you?" Since he didn't know the other party's purpose, Conceicao spoke with caution and respect.
"Mr. Conceicao, my great champion coach. Have you watched TV?"
"I saw it sir, what do you have to say?"
"I don't have any high opinions, and I don't understand football. But there is something I must ask you for."
"Please tell me and I will definitely help."
"Tomorrow, I will remit 10 million euros to you. This money can only be used for signings. And what I want you to do is to buy all the main players in Vesena, and then you can launch your
Relations, so that all clubs will not sell players to them."
"You mean..." Conceição's pupils unconsciously contracted due to nervousness.
"That's right! What I mean is that I want them to die, and I want Simon King to die! Do you understand?"
"I understand, sir, just watch."
"Okay, if ten million is not enough, you can tell me again. But let me tell you, my money does not come in vain. I will let the finance department review every account."
"Don't worry, sir. As far as I know, the players in Vesena are all low-paid and incompetent waste. I just need to give them double their salary, and I don't believe they won't come!"
"Okay! If this is done, I will reward you with two million euros. Even if you want to coach in the Premier League, I can help you."
Chapter completed!