Rebirth 1994: Football Situation
Chapter 43
Chapter 43
On the subway to Monaco, Pei Wei kept thinking about his own thoughts, and at the same time, he was thinking about what kind of words to impress Wenger. Under such circumstances, time passed very quickly during the tedious rush.
When Pei Wei had considered everything, the subway stopped, and Li Qiang reminded him: "Mr. Pei, Monaco is here."
Monaco, a really small place, famous casino, famous tax evasion sanctuary, paradise for the rich, although there are only two or three streets, it is a place famous all over Europe.
Pei Wei, who got off the subway, had to admire the perfect underground railway system in Europe. It took only four or five hours from Cologne, Germany to the Principality of Monaco, and he had already traveled from one country to another. Not enough time to go out of the province.
Pei Wei couldn't help sighing in his heart: An old capitalist country is an old capitalist country. In terms of social facilities, our country, which is still in the primary stage of socialism, is indeed far behind.
Let alone 1994, even in 2006 when I was reborn, such a fast and complete subway system is rare even in big cities, let alone some small and medium-sized cities and towns.
"Let's go, President Pei. Although I got the address, I don't know how to get there. I have to call a taxi." Li Qiang said aside.
Pei Wei nodded, raised his legs and walked out of the street.
"Snapped!"
"I rely on!"
Pei Wei frowned and raised his foot. He had just stepped onto the street when his foot wearing brand-name leather shoes stepped on the biggest feature of the French street: dog shit.
"Mr. Pei, the French believe that when you accidentally step on shit, it means good luck will come... It seems that your luck should be good today."
Li Qiang suppressed a smile, took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Pei Wei. Pei Wei took the tissue angrily and wiped off the dirt on the shoes, and then threw it into the trash can next to him.
"I hope my luck will become better because of this kick." Pei Wei said comfortingly, looking at the "good luck objects" on the street in the east and west, Pei Wei lost his life in this street. Fortunately, Li Qiang stretched out his hand and called a taxi at this time, so that Pei Wei was spared the opportunity to continue "good luck".
Li Qiang handed the note with Wenger's home address to the taxi driver, and then let the black driver pull them away. Li Qiang was not afraid that the driver would drag him around, after all, in such a small place. In such a small area, even if you drag it around, it won't cost you much money.
The driver seemed to have a high professional quality. After driving for a while, he stopped the car, and then signaled Pei Wei and Li Qiang that they had arrived.
Pei Wei paid the bill, then got out of the car with Li Qiang, and what they saw was a separate small apartment, which was very clean and tidy, but definitely not conspicuous.
"Does a famous coach live in this kind of place?" Li Qiang muttered, and Pei Wei smiled beside him. If it was someone else, Pei Wei would definitely think that this guy is just relying on other people's words to set his perception of a person But he is very familiar with Li Qiang and knows that this is just his habit. When the work starts, he will definitely treat the people in front of him with the most neutral attitude.
Li Qiang rang the doorbell, and after a while, the door was opened, and a clear face appeared in front of the door.
Pei Wei could tell at a glance that the middle-aged man in front of him was the future famous Arsenal head coach, Arthur Wenger, known as the "Professor".
"You're much younger than that time!" Pei Wei looked at this familiar but somewhat strange face, thinking secretly in his heart, but yes, Wenger, who was born in 1949, has just passed 45 years old, so he can be regarded as He is a middle-aged man, but in 2006 when Pei Wei was reborn, he was already in his fifties and almost sixty, basically he could be said to be an old man, of course it is not the same as now.
Wenger obviously still remembers Li Qiang, a Chinese who met once. Although Wenger is French, he was born in Strasbourg on the border between France and Germany. German is his mother tongue and he is proficient in German. Li Qiang naturally had no problems communicating with him, which is why Pei Wei didn't bring an interpreter.After exchanging a few pleasantries, Wenger's eyes fell on Pei Wei: "This is..."
Pei Wei smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and said in proficient French: "Coach Arthur Wenger, hello, I am Li Qiang's boss, and my name is Pei Wei."
Wenger shook hands with Pei Wei slightly in surprise. He knew that Li Qiang had gained a small reputation in the European football circle over the past six months, and all the people who had dealt with him were secretly amazed by his wide range of contacts. After all, it is not easy for a Chinese to integrate into the European football circle, but Li Qiang has done it with ease. He has always claimed that he is the head of the European branch of a Chinese club. Since Pei Wei is Li Qiang's Boss, then he is the actual master of the mysterious Chinese club.
What made Wenger even more interested was that Pei Wei's French was very standard, and if he heard correctly, Pei Wei's French pronunciation was definitely the pronunciation often used by the so-called "upper class" in France, which made Wenger even more curious .
Pei Wei is very satisfied with Wenger's current expression. His English level is not high, but he has made great efforts to learn French—it was because he often dealt with French companies when he was running Tianyu Group, which made him He has a very good grasp of this "noble language".
"Come in, honored guest." Wenger stretched out his hand and invited the two guests in.
Wenger's house is not clean and tidy - not to say that his house is dirty or messy - there is no such thing as dirty, and it can even be regarded as spotless, but the scattered video tapes and other items make the house look very messy.
"Ashamed, the house is not very tidy." Wenger said apologetically.
"No, as a football coach, your home is clean enough." Pei Wei said with a smile in French: "As for these videos, after seeing them, I can feel that you are a very dedicated coach. "
"Thank you." The coach expressed his gratitude reservedly, and then brought two cups of coffee for the two guests.
PS: The unit is working overtime today, and I may not be able to come back during the day. I will issue Chapter 2 at night.
(End of this chapter)
On the subway to Monaco, Pei Wei kept thinking about his own thoughts, and at the same time, he was thinking about what kind of words to impress Wenger. Under such circumstances, time passed very quickly during the tedious rush.
When Pei Wei had considered everything, the subway stopped, and Li Qiang reminded him: "Mr. Pei, Monaco is here."
Monaco, a really small place, famous casino, famous tax evasion sanctuary, paradise for the rich, although there are only two or three streets, it is a place famous all over Europe.
Pei Wei, who got off the subway, had to admire the perfect underground railway system in Europe. It took only four or five hours from Cologne, Germany to the Principality of Monaco, and he had already traveled from one country to another. Not enough time to go out of the province.
Pei Wei couldn't help sighing in his heart: An old capitalist country is an old capitalist country. In terms of social facilities, our country, which is still in the primary stage of socialism, is indeed far behind.
Let alone 1994, even in 2006 when I was reborn, such a fast and complete subway system is rare even in big cities, let alone some small and medium-sized cities and towns.
"Let's go, President Pei. Although I got the address, I don't know how to get there. I have to call a taxi." Li Qiang said aside.
Pei Wei nodded, raised his legs and walked out of the street.
"Snapped!"
"I rely on!"
Pei Wei frowned and raised his foot. He had just stepped onto the street when his foot wearing brand-name leather shoes stepped on the biggest feature of the French street: dog shit.
"Mr. Pei, the French believe that when you accidentally step on shit, it means good luck will come... It seems that your luck should be good today."
Li Qiang suppressed a smile, took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Pei Wei. Pei Wei took the tissue angrily and wiped off the dirt on the shoes, and then threw it into the trash can next to him.
"I hope my luck will become better because of this kick." Pei Wei said comfortingly, looking at the "good luck objects" on the street in the east and west, Pei Wei lost his life in this street. Fortunately, Li Qiang stretched out his hand and called a taxi at this time, so that Pei Wei was spared the opportunity to continue "good luck".
Li Qiang handed the note with Wenger's home address to the taxi driver, and then let the black driver pull them away. Li Qiang was not afraid that the driver would drag him around, after all, in such a small place. In such a small area, even if you drag it around, it won't cost you much money.
The driver seemed to have a high professional quality. After driving for a while, he stopped the car, and then signaled Pei Wei and Li Qiang that they had arrived.
Pei Wei paid the bill, then got out of the car with Li Qiang, and what they saw was a separate small apartment, which was very clean and tidy, but definitely not conspicuous.
"Does a famous coach live in this kind of place?" Li Qiang muttered, and Pei Wei smiled beside him. If it was someone else, Pei Wei would definitely think that this guy is just relying on other people's words to set his perception of a person But he is very familiar with Li Qiang and knows that this is just his habit. When the work starts, he will definitely treat the people in front of him with the most neutral attitude.
Li Qiang rang the doorbell, and after a while, the door was opened, and a clear face appeared in front of the door.
Pei Wei could tell at a glance that the middle-aged man in front of him was the future famous Arsenal head coach, Arthur Wenger, known as the "Professor".
"You're much younger than that time!" Pei Wei looked at this familiar but somewhat strange face, thinking secretly in his heart, but yes, Wenger, who was born in 1949, has just passed 45 years old, so he can be regarded as He is a middle-aged man, but in 2006 when Pei Wei was reborn, he was already in his fifties and almost sixty, basically he could be said to be an old man, of course it is not the same as now.
Wenger obviously still remembers Li Qiang, a Chinese who met once. Although Wenger is French, he was born in Strasbourg on the border between France and Germany. German is his mother tongue and he is proficient in German. Li Qiang naturally had no problems communicating with him, which is why Pei Wei didn't bring an interpreter.After exchanging a few pleasantries, Wenger's eyes fell on Pei Wei: "This is..."
Pei Wei smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and said in proficient French: "Coach Arthur Wenger, hello, I am Li Qiang's boss, and my name is Pei Wei."
Wenger shook hands with Pei Wei slightly in surprise. He knew that Li Qiang had gained a small reputation in the European football circle over the past six months, and all the people who had dealt with him were secretly amazed by his wide range of contacts. After all, it is not easy for a Chinese to integrate into the European football circle, but Li Qiang has done it with ease. He has always claimed that he is the head of the European branch of a Chinese club. Since Pei Wei is Li Qiang's Boss, then he is the actual master of the mysterious Chinese club.
What made Wenger even more interested was that Pei Wei's French was very standard, and if he heard correctly, Pei Wei's French pronunciation was definitely the pronunciation often used by the so-called "upper class" in France, which made Wenger even more curious .
Pei Wei is very satisfied with Wenger's current expression. His English level is not high, but he has made great efforts to learn French—it was because he often dealt with French companies when he was running Tianyu Group, which made him He has a very good grasp of this "noble language".
"Come in, honored guest." Wenger stretched out his hand and invited the two guests in.
Wenger's house is not clean and tidy - not to say that his house is dirty or messy - there is no such thing as dirty, and it can even be regarded as spotless, but the scattered video tapes and other items make the house look very messy.
"Ashamed, the house is not very tidy." Wenger said apologetically.
"No, as a football coach, your home is clean enough." Pei Wei said with a smile in French: "As for these videos, after seeing them, I can feel that you are a very dedicated coach. "
"Thank you." The coach expressed his gratitude reservedly, and then brought two cups of coffee for the two guests.
PS: The unit is working overtime today, and I may not be able to come back during the day. I will issue Chapter 2 at night.
(End of this chapter)
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