"Yeah." Mo Bei turned sideways and looked over. The uniform was still meticulous, but his eyes were serious: "I didn't know who he was just now, but now I know, Captain, can you get me an autograph?"
Feng Nai raised his hand and put it on Mo Bei's shoulder, his figure was slightly low, and his voice was unclear: "You are also a professional player now, little brother Bingshan, if you want to sign something like this, it is easy to attract black people, think about it Didn't you meet me before because you wanted to sign an autograph?"
The two of them were very close, and the only thing Mo Bei could feel was his breath hitting her ears all the time, but, do you want an autograph
It should be her brother.
Mo Bei restrained the light in his eyes: "Then do you want to go back to the base?"
Feng Nai snorted, and at this moment he laughed a little: "An uncle, why are you fans of him?"
Mo Bei: ...
"I seem to have heard you talking bad about me." Feng Yi, who was still talking to his assistant about work matters, looked over with sideways eyes, and smiled standard foxyly: "Xiao Nai."
Xiao Nai
The assistant couldn't hold back, and almost burst out laughing.
Their young master's nickname
He has been in the team, but he has never heard anyone call him that.
Feng Nai was holding his trouser pocket with one hand, but he wasn't annoyed, the corner of his mouth was a little cold: "Old people are so suspicious."
Assistant: ... Even my own uncle laughed at me, his young master is really...
Feng Yi didn't express any other expressions, but when he saw Mo Bei again, he pushed his glasses down as a cover-up.
It seemed to be saying that this level should be passed.
The secret code of the two is somewhat invisible.
No one will notice.
In addition, the fat manager with a slightly heavy figure and a small belly had already run over, with a slightly unhappy expression on his face: "I asked you to pick up people, and you received..."
Before the fat manager finished speaking, he froze there abruptly, looked at Feng Yi with both eyes, and swallowed obviously: "You, why are you here?"
"A person who is so old that he needs to be called by you." Feng Nai chuckled, and leaned there lazily.
Assistant: ... This is really not my nephew.
The corners of Feng Yi's mouth twitched, after all, he cared about age the most.
But soon, he smiled again, and then stretched out his hand: "I'm the new manager."
The new... agent...
Those who came back from abroad... the one who applied for the job? !
The fat manager already felt that his thoughts were all messed up.
At first, he thought that he must be someone who didn't know how to do it, so he took over Mo Beixiangnan.
After all, as long as you know a little bit, you won't touch this kind of player who recruits gangsters. There are many things to do and it's laborious.
Otherwise, the club would not be in a dilemma.
They specially hired "Mo Nan" because his game videos are so brilliant.
But after so many things happened, I started to feel tired.
Apart from winning, a player is the value he brings.
And "Mo Nan" has nothing on him.
But now, Vice President Feng actually returned to be a manager to take him
Mo Beixiangnan, is this guy so lucky
The fat manager pulled himself back in shock, and then took a deep breath: "You, do you know who you want to take?"
"I know." Feng Yi said with a smile, seven points were true and three points were false: "I originally took Xiao Nai, and it was sad to say that I was rejected by you, but I watched the match just now, and Mo Beixiangnan played well. I still use my left hand, I am very interested in this child."
(end of this chapter)