Expelled from the national football team and rewarded the king of the ball, Belica

The driver had no choice but to stop the car.

Liu Qingbin was not angry, but gave each of them two cigarettes with a smile.

"My fellow villagers, let me ask, where does Lin Jianguo from your village live?"

"Lin Jianguo?"

"He lives at the foot of the mountain at the east end of the village, and the detached courtyard is his home."

"Yes, it's very easy to find."

Since the villagers were given cigarettes, they were all very enthusiastic and introduced Lin Jianguo's information in detail, and some were even willing to take the initiative to lead them the way.

Liu Qingbin readily agreed, and then started the car and drove towards the east of the village.

The rest of the villagers looked at the luxury car leaving in the dust and began to discuss it.

"Looking at this person's clothes, his identity is definitely not simple."

"Yeah, the key is why are they looking for Lin Jianguo? Did he do something wrong?"

"No, Lin Jianguo is usually honest and honest. I have never seen him talk too much with others. What can he do?"

"That's not necessarily the case. The so-called knowing people, knowing their faces, but not their hearts, who knows what's going on behind him?"

"Yeah, what Dayuan said is right. I heard that he has a son who plays football in Jiangsu Province. He seems to have committed some crime and was punished. I think this incident probably has something to do with his son."

"Come on, let's follow up and see what's going on."

Several villagers discussed and rushed towards Lin Jian's country together.

……

However, under the guidance of the villagers, Liu Jianbin came all the way to the place where Lin Jianguo lived, and found that it was a small wooden house.

The other families in Linjia Village basically built small buildings with two or three floors, or at least renovated them.

Only Lin Jianguo still lived in the original log cabin, and some places had begun to rot, which was out of tune with the surrounding environment.

It can be seen how poor their conditions are.

Liu Qingbin asked the driver to find an open place to stop the car.

Then, together with Song Ling, they walked into the courtyard of the Lin family carrying the big and small bags.

An honest middle-aged farmer was sitting under a jujube tree in the yard, and he was smoking a pipe.

"Master, are you Lin Jianguo?"

Song Ling came forward to say hello with a smile.

When the middle-aged farmer saw a group of gorgeously dressed people suddenly barging in, he was instantly stunned.

"I am, may I ask you who are?"

The people he has dealt with in his whole life are all farmers in the same village as himself, and he has basically never dealt with these people of status.

"We are colleagues of your son Lin Mo, and we made a special trip to visit your two elders."

At this time Liu Qingbin came forward and shook hands with Lin Jianguo very enthusiastically.

His self-reported family name has been carefully considered and deliberated.

He had only met Lin Mo once, so he couldn't be said to be Lin Mo's friend.

Lin Mo plays football, and he is the president of the Dragon Country Football Association, so it makes sense to say that he is a colleague.

In this way, the relationship with Lin Jianguo can be shortened, thus laying a solid foundation for further persuasion.

Sure enough, when Lin Jianguo heard that the person was Lin Mo's colleague, he immediately became enthusiastic.

Hastily greeted the back room.

"Damn it, Xiaomo's colleagues are here to see us, hurry up and make a few cups of tea."

"Good Le!"

A plainly dressed woman inside who was working in an apron agreed, then stopped what she was doing, wiped her hands on the apron, and walked into the back room.

Lin Jianguo hurriedly led Liu Qingbin and others into the middle hall.

"Everyone, don't be offended. The house is simple, so everyone just sit down."

Lin Jianguo showed an embarrassed expression, obviously he was afraid that his stool would stain everyone's clothes.

"Brother, you are being polite."

As he spoke, he took the lead and sat down at the top.

Song Ling and the others were a little disgusted at the dirty and stained stools, but when they saw that the president had sat down, they did the same and sat down generously.

At this time, Wu Shuyuan came out with a plate of steaming barley tea.

"This is our own frying, you have a try."

Lin Jianguo originally wanted to serve tea to everyone, but suddenly realized that his hands were dirty, so he withdrew his outstretched hand.

Liu Qingbin naturally saw it all, he didn't say anything, just smiled, and then shared tea for everyone.

Although Song Ling and the others were not used to these crude teas, they dared not drink them seeing that Liu Qingbin was showing no airs at all.

So the four of them began to taste tea in a decent manner.

"Brother, forgive me for asking, everyone in your village lives in high-rise buildings, why are you still living in such dilapidated houses?"

In order to open up the topic, Liu Qingbin started chatting with Lin Jianguo.

"Hey!"

Hearing Liu Qingbin's question, Lin Jianguo sighed.

"Is there any way? Xiaomo has loved playing football since he was a child. In order to help him realize his dream, our family has spent almost all of our savings."

"When those coaches select candidates, the first thing is to look at the red envelopes. If you give less, you will not be allowed to join the team at all."

"For the children to play football, we ran into walls everywhere, and finally sold a big fat pig that was preparing for the Chinese New Year, so that Xiao Mo entered the youth team of the Jiangsu Provincial Club."

Lin Jianguo couldn't help the corners of his eyes getting wet while talking, which shows how much they have suffered these days.

Hearing all this, Liu Qingbin was also deeply moved. He didn't expect that the Lin family had paid so much for Lin Mo to play football.

It can be seen how bad the football environment was back then.

Liu Qingbin also secretly made up his mind in his heart that a change must be made, otherwise how many potential football talents will be strangled in the cradle.

"Song Ling, after you go back, you immediately arrange the best designers and construction teams in the surrounding area to build a country villa for the Lin family. Including decoration, it must be of the highest standard."

"Okay, President Liu, I've made a note."

Song Ling quickly opened the notepad and recorded the things Liu Qingbin ordered one by one.

Lin Jianguo was confused at first, but when he understood what Liu Qingbin meant, he immediately waved his hands.

"I can't make it, I can't make it, I don't get rewarded for no merit, how can I receive such a big gift from you."

"Brother Lin, don't refuse."

"In the past, we were sorry for your son. What we did was to make up for him. You can wait for the new house with peace of mind."

"Ah, what happened to my Xiaomo?"

The sudden mention of Lin Mo made Lin Jianguo suddenly nervous.

He has lived most of his life with just such a son, and Lin Mo is his lifeblood, and he can't tolerate any mistakes.

According to what Liu Qingbin said, Lin Mo had been treated unfairly in the past, and it looked very serious. The key is that he didn't know it at all.