Anyone who has played in an international competition knows it.
To win, skills are on the one hand, and arrogance is on the other.
If you don't even have confidence in yourself, you can only think like this from the beginning. Such a team, no matter how talented the players are, cannot win the championship.
Manager Wu of Team H from Country H smiled. Team Huaxia hadn't been to Milan once for so many years, so it's no wonder that they didn't even have the style they had for half a year. After all, the past is the past for some things.
Thinking of this, Manager Wu calmly nodded towards Feng Yi, and walked out of the airport with Ye Bing and other contestants.
Outside the airport, there are already commercial vehicles waiting.
A group of Hulala fans and media workers were all chasing and filming.
A little passionate, it's the same everywhere.
Of course, there are still people here.
Most of it is because I have heard the name bey for a long time and I am reluctant to leave.
Some media people also wrote reports specifically.
But the specific value depends on Bey's next performance.
As Feng Yi, who is perfect in everything, he has already arranged everything.
Even without the official reception from Milan, the car that came to pick him up was still the most prestigious.
A few professional players watched, a little uncertain; "Manager, are you here to pick us up?"
"Yes." Feng Yi put down the business suitcase, and his figure in a suit became more straight. He looked at the expressions of the contestants and raised his eyebrows: "Why?"
"It's just a lot of pressure."
Although they were treated well in the past, they were not arrogant enough to sit in a Bentley. This is overseas!
How on earth did the manager get such a resource
Feng Yi smiled, raised his chin, and motioned everyone to look at his doggy nephew: "The car was provided by the investor's father, you can sit wherever you want, you're welcome."
"Feng family?" someone asked.
Feng Yi looked at him: "Feng Nai invests personally."
Everyone: ...
I am most afraid of the sudden silence of the air.
"Okay, everyone get in the car, get in the car!" Zhao Sanpang is like a bustard trying to get a duck into a sedan chair. He loves cars like his life, but when he heard that the car was provided by Feng Nai, he lost all interest. When getting in the car, he took the opportunity to educate Mo Bei in a low voice: "Little facial paralysis, once this man has money, he will easily turn bad. After all, he has a lot of choices, right, people like Nai Gouzi are even more dangerous. There must be a lot of people posting it, it’s not good, it’s really not good.”
Feng Nai couldn't hear what address Zhao Sanpang called him, but it didn't look like he was saying good things about him. Sitting in the car, he propped his chin with one hand, and said in a calm tone, "Fat God, you Is it time to come up and play the role of your coach?"
Zhao Sanpang was caught upright, somewhat guilty, after watching the team members get into the car, he coughed a few times and pressed the earphone on his left ear: "Okay, you all saw it at the airport just now , How popular is the H country team overseas? Fatty, what I want to tell you is that when you really play, the difference in popularity will be even greater. You should be mentally prepared, this is an away game, and I want people to know you , just win beautifully."
Every contestant was wearing earphones and simultaneous translators. After hearing Zhao Sanpang's words, some people paused.
One of them said in a low voice: "It's impossible to fight against the members of the H country team now."
The other bowed his head: "I also think it's impossible. If the words of God Bey were known to people in China, it would probably be very bad."
(end of this chapter)