The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 673

There was a sigh in the stands.

Why are they not in their turn?

Zhou Yangshi Shiran walked into the field, and the staff immediately put on a helmet for him, stuffed a bat in his hand, and led him to the hitting area.

Originally, the staff wanted to be wordy to explain the so-called rules, but Zhou Yang smiled and waved his hand and said, "I know all about it, let's start!"

At this time, a large number of sports reporters poured into the field, preparing to capture his handsome pitching posture more than ten meters away from Ho Luo.

The reporter partners in the stands have already written the draft.

"The White Gloves Interacts Cordially with the Fans"...

"Superstar He Luo personally pitches, enthusiastic fans feel the speed of the league"...

"Happy crying, fans talk about how He Luo hits the ball"

These topics are enough to make people get goose bumps, and the whole article is full of beautiful words about He Luo.

As for that pretty good-looking fan... just let him die.

Anyway, it is the background board.

In the VIP box, Guo Tianhua and Old Gu Tou and others all looked at Zhou Yang on the big screen with a slightly solemn expression.

The people are old and good. Judging from the camera tracking Heluo and Zhou Yang just now, they should have had a relationship.

Guo Tianhua and the others thought that after the game was over, they would find someone to trample He Luo to death.

How can people who dare to fight against Mr. Shen Zimenzuo end up?

But what he didn't expect was that He Luo would think he died fast enough and provoked Zhou Yang.

Guo Tianhua and Old Gu Tou were relieved instead.

They still understand Zhou Yang's behavior.

That guy usually doesn't take things seriously, but if someone deliberately finds faults, Zhou Yang will never be soft.

"Everyone, you can see He Luo's ability right away!" Zheng Haipeng smiled and walked to Guo Tianhua and Lao Gu's side, and pointed to He Luo in the middle of the court. "This is the best bowler and batting player in the country. Hand, he will definitely lead the team to the next level, and the rewards White Gloves will give you in the future will definitely satisfy you."

Guo Tianhua smiled faintly: "Since Boss Zheng is so confident, why sell the team?"

That's right, today Zheng Haipeng invited these big guys from the Gourmet Club, the main topic is-selling the team!

"Oh, I'm getting older, I want to go overseas to show my son to see the children, the domestic stall slowly wants to let go, so..." Zheng Haipeng smiled lightly with a sincere expression.

"But I heard... your club's internal management still has some problems!" Old Gu said with a smile, "Don't rush to deny it, I have an intelligence source."

"Mr. Gu, there is nothing wrong with our club!" Zheng Haipeng's glasses assistant suddenly interjected, "But because the results are so good and the tree is so popular, there are always people who look forward to problems with the white gloves...You can't be led by them!"

"Who asked you to speak?" Zheng Haipeng pretended to be unhappy and scolded his assistant.

"Sorry!" The assistant immediately stepped back.

Guo Tianhua and Old Gu Tou laughed.

This kind of one-to-one trick is too low-end.

"Two, the sports industry is a sunrise industry, and the return on investment is much better than that of finance and real estate. Don't talk secretly in front of the Ming people..." Zheng Haipeng said seriously, "All the assets of the team, together with the stadium and surrounding appendages, One price, 360 million yuan."

The seller makes a price, and this has entered the essence.

Guo Tianhua and Old Gu looked at each other, still smiling slightly.

Not speaking is an attitude in itself.

Zheng Haipeng saw that there was no response, and he immediately said: "Don’t think I’m the lion’s big mouth. The advertising sponsorship of the White Gloves is now conservatively around 70 million yuan per year, plus temporary offline commercial activities and peripheral expansion. , If the two buy the team, they will be able to pay back in two years at most."

"If it weren't for me to rush to see my son, it would be absolutely impossible to sell this kind of high-quality asset." Zheng Haipeng sighed again and looked very sad.

"Two hundred and forty million!" Guo Tianhua said suddenly.

"Mr. Guo, you are killing me!" Zheng Haipeng said with a sad face.

Guo Tianhua slashed down and cut one-third of the quoted price. It is strange that Zheng Haipeng can agree!

Guo Tianhua smiled faintly: "You have blown that He Luo to the sky... But in my opinion, he is nothing but a terrible."

Old Gu added: "The key is that He Luo is a contract year this year, but as far as I know, no less than three clubs have communicated with him. Although the white glove team can give the highest annual salary, the rest of the teams also Don't underestimate, at least the Beijing Crown team is enough for you to drink a pot."

Zheng Haipeng was stunned.

Unexpectedly, these two old boys inquired so clearly.

That's right, there is a high probability that He Luo will not be able to stay this year, and the internal management problems of the club have reached the end.

It is only because there has been no major decline in performance in the past two years that all contradictions have been suppressed.

Once He Luo leaves the team, the White Glove team next season must be a collapsed decline.

Zheng Haipeng has lost a lot of money in other areas of investment and is eager to fill the hole with the team.

"Haha..." Zheng Haipeng quickly adjusted his mentality and made a calm look. "Second, even if He Luo leaves the team, the White Gloves team will be strong in the league. Your investment will definitely not lose, so let's three Forty million."

In negotiations, active concessions will be passive.

But Zheng Haipeng is very smart, with a concession of only 20 million, which not only expressed sincerity, but also emphasized his bottom line.

It's impossible to win if you want less than 300 million!

"Two hundred sixty million!" Guo Tianhua smiled faintly, and also added twenty million.

However, there is still 80 million in the middle, which is not a small number.

Zheng Haipeng is a little anxious, the conflicts of the club have reached a state of raging.

If you can't make a move quickly, it will be difficult to make a move in the future.

In the East China Sea, there are only a handful of people who can eat the club, but there are very few people who are interested in sports and willing to invest in ball clubs.

Let's put it this way, if Guo Tianhua and Lao Gu didn't take off the white gloves, then they would have little hope of changing to someone else.

Zheng Haipeng's eyes lit up as he glanced across the court.

"Two, why don't we play a small game?" Zheng Haipeng pointed to the field. "He Luo is the best bowler. We might as well start a game and take a gamble. Enthusiastic fans can catch a few **** from He Luo. ?"

"If you can't catch a ball, it's my price. How?" Zheng Haipeng smiled.

Guo Tianhua and Old Gu looked at each other and almost didn't hold back a smile.

Enthusiastic fans?

Zhou Yang turned out to be an enthusiastic fan?

Haha...Ignorant human beings, do you know what Mr. Shen Zimen exists?

Now that you have delivered it to your door, we are embarrassed not to accept this gift.

Guo Tianhua nodded: "Okay, then take a gamble! I guess that enthusiastic fan will catch all of them. If I win, I will pay my price."

"Okay!" Zheng Haipeng was overjoyed, "I will arrange something first."

Zheng Haipeng quickly walked out of the VIP box and called the coach.

"Let He Luo strike out that **** fan."

Guo Tianhua took out the phone and called Zhou Yang.

"Sir, you must have defeated that pitcher!"

After the phone call, Zheng Haipeng returned to the box, and the two sides looked at each other and smiled, like old friends for many years.