Football: The immortal legend on the green field

The master has retired and is no longer a member of the system. It is time to confess some things to the old man, otherwise the master will always have a thorn in his heart, "... I want to play football, but I can't afford the training fees. Now it seems useless. People like us are not born to fight against the whole environment. I still lost, lost to this society. The only consolation is that I used dirty money to help those who should be helped, and Shen Bin did not let me down. This is enough..."

"Reform, reform, how did it become like this? It's us old guys who ruined you. Otherwise, you would still be playing football happily in the sports school, or you might have made it to the provincial team. With your talent, you could even make it to the National Olympic Team. It would have been great if we old guys had stuck to our views in 94.

Otherwise, Chinese football would not be what it is now. Now even Indonesia is struggling. The Liaoning Province, which has the most advanced football team, has even disbanded its team. Football has failed you! You have not let anyone down. "Guo Jiangping said, tears streaming down his face.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Dai Zhao pretended to be happy and told them: "Shen Bin entrusted a reporter to find me. He not only returned the principal of 30 yuan, but also paid 10 yuan in interest. I have already repaid the money that I withheld from Mai Yi, Wang Dong and others. Now I have no regrets."

Hearing him speak so confidently, the master's wife finally smiled. She then remembered that the child had been sitting for most of the day and had not eaten dinner yet. She immediately prepared to go out and buy some good wine and food to treat this most sensible child.

During dinner, his wife asked him what his future plans were.

"I'm going to Shanghai. A friend of mine works in a newly established regional club in Shanghai. He arranged everything for me, and I'm doing odd jobs in their club. I don't know how to do anything else! It's more reliable to do my old job..." Dai Zhao lied, fearing that his master and his mistress would worry.

Guo Jiangping thought about it and said, "It's okay to go out and try your luck. If you're not happy, just come back.

My football school is about to close down. It's not a funding issue. The training fees collected are just enough to cover the expenses. I don't plan to make any money from it. I spend as much as I collect. The main reason is that my health is getting worse every year. If you come back to help me, it won't be a problem to save a little money every year. Now Shen Bin is making a name for himself in the Netherlands. Parents of children heard that Shen Bin played football under me before going to the Netherlands, and they haven't started to sign up yet! There are already dozens of parents who have come to consult. Is this considered a bonus brought to us by Shen Bin?"

Early the next morning, Dai Zhao arrived at the job fair. He originally thought that since it was not the start of the job fair yet, there would not be many people coming. Perhaps he still had time to visit a few more recruiting companies to look for a relatively good job. However, at the gate of the exchange center, he realized that things were not as he had imagined. The place that was deserted yesterday afternoon was now filled with people coming in and out like a bustling market.

The job fair was held on the second floor of the center, and as he climbed the stairs he could hear a buzzing noise echoing throughout the building.

He knew that this noisy sound was actually the resonance caused by many people talking at the same time in a crowded closed space, which meant that the number of people looking for jobs must be beyond his imagination.

He also discovered that the people walking beside him were almost all heading in the same direction. He couldn't help but feel an ominous premonition in his heart.

He walked up to the second floor with a worried look on his face.

Many people stood by the windows and walls on both sides of the staircase. They tacitly made way for a narrow passage from the staircase to the job fair. Many people smoked silently. Large clouds of smoke kept coming out of the crowd, and were blown away by the cold north wind that came in from the open windows. These were middle-aged men in their forties, and their indifferent expressions were filled with gloom and sorrow for the future...

But he couldn't stop, as the crowd behind him swept him into the job fair.

The first thing that caught his eye was a large slogan: Welcome laid-off workers to find re-employment!

Before he had time to think clearly about what the words on the slogan meant, he saw a sea of ​​people moving in the hall...

It was nearly two hours later that he followed the crowd back to the stairs.

He found an empty spot by the stairs and took out a cigarette. He took a deep puff, then closed his mouth tightly and let the smoke swirl in his body before slowly exhaling it from his nostrils. The cool breeze in the corridor blew, and his chest and spine felt chilled.

He turned up the collar of his jacket to block out the cold wind and continued to smoke his cigarette in silence.

He just walked around the job fair and gained nothing.

Most recruiting units need skilled technicians, experienced workers, and low- and middle-level cadres with management experience...

In short, what they want is not novices, but experienced people who can be put to use immediately.

He had no chance of these job opportunities, as he had neither the skills nor the experience.

Of course, not all companies were closed to him. Two advertising companies and an insurance company were willing to offer him job opportunities, either full-time or part-time, but he had no confidence in his ability to sell advertising and insurance, so he could only decline the offer.

There were only a few people standing at the stairs smoking. He looked at his watch and saw that it was already past eleven o'clock, almost time for lunch.

After finishing a cigarette, he walked back into the venue, slowly walking along the corridor with a faint hope, and carefully examined the job recruitment information hung on the stalls on both sides.

The further he walked, the more desperate he became, because he saw that some of the booths of recruiting companies were empty. These staff who had left were obviously going to have lunch. This actually meant that the job fair was coming to an end.

Then he saw the recruitment poster of Wanda Plaza again. Seeing this poster meant that he walked through the venue from beginning to end.

Wanda Plaza's recruitment poster says it is recruiting public relations manager, finance manager trainee, human resources manager trainee, storage manager trainee, security manager trainee...

There were hundreds of positions for recruiting cashiers and sales clerks in more than a dozen categories. He heard that this company had just moved into Shenyang. He had heard about it years ago. This shopping mall was very popular in first-tier cities, but unfortunately none of the positions on the poster were suitable for him.

The application requirements are clear. Except for cashiers and salespersons who are required to be female and have a high school degree, other positions require a college degree or above and more than three years of actual work experience. Those with experience in shopping malls are preferred...

The staff of Wanda Plaza had not left yet. A pretty girl with long hair was checking the recruitment forms one by one and putting them into different file bags according to categories. A middle-aged man was standing in front of the stall smoking. It seemed that they were also preparing to "retreat".

As his eyes passed over their faces, the man was also observing him. The two looked at each other and the man asked first, "Are you here to apply for a job?"

Dai Zhao was not mentally prepared for this question. He was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted. He nodded and said, "Yes, I'm here to apply..."

"Which department are you applying for?"

"Warehousing department..." Gao Jinsong said stammeringly, his face burning. He had no education or diploma, so it was a pipe dream to apply for the position of warehouse manager. But the opportunity was in front of him and he had to take a chance. Maybe they hadn't found the right person yet?

“Have you ever worked in warehousing before?”

"No." Dai Zhao's face was as red as a persimmon.

"Hmm?" The middle-aged man frowned.

Just as he was about to leave, the girl in a blue business suit raised her head and looked at him. Their eyes met and Dai Zhao shyly avoided her gaze. "This girl is so pretty." Dai Zhao secretly praised.