Fox in the Penalty Area

Fox in the Restricted Zone Main Text Volume Chapter 72 What to do with the money? That day, my mother has been busy since the afternoon, and cooked a large table of dishes, so rich that Hu Lai felt that I might have to eat leftovers for the next week.

My mother explained this as "more than enough every year", and Hu Lai thought to herself, Mom, have you really brought the customs of the Chinese New Year here as they are?

Is that supposed to give me New Year's money when I eat?

In the evening, when Dad gets off work, the family sits around the dinner table and eats the New Year's Eve dinner.

The general atmosphere of the meeting between Hu Lai and his father was calm and awkward.

Calm means that two people meet each other without any unpleasant quarrels, while embarrassment means that the atmosphere is far from harmonious...

Although he called Dad out of respect, he didn't mean to chat with Dad.

And when the father hummed in response to his son's greeting, he also fell silent.

Seeing the two men sitting opposite each other at the dining table, Xie Lan had no choice but to act as an atmosphere regulator, chatting with her husband for a while, and asking her son if this dish is good, and what interesting things do you do in the team? What is the relationship between that Zhang Qinghuan and you... something like that.

Guide Hu Lai to talk about his experience in professional teams to satisfy his own curiosity, but more importantly, let her husband also understand what his son has experienced in the past in this way.

She knows that men are stubborn, and men want to save face. The father and son have fought against each other for so many years, and in the end it became so fierce that the son ran away from home, and the husband didn't even make a phone call... Now I want them to shake hands and make peace in just one meal, how is it possible?

But in any case, two people can sit at the same table to eat, which is already a great improvement.

Xie Lan is not in a hurry, the rest of her life is still long, she has plenty of time to rebuild the parent-child relationship between her husband and son.

She believes that with her continuous efforts, sooner or later, she will be able to see the happy scene of the father and son.

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Hu Lai lay on the bed he had slept in since he was a child, and felt that the bed was a bit small.

In fact, it's not just the bed that's too small. When he came back this time, he felt that the whole house was too small.

When I take a shower in the toilet, I find it difficult to turn around. When eating in the living room, after the foldable table is opened, there is no passage for people to pass behind when someone sits on it.

This 50-square-meter house with two bedrooms and one living room has been his home since he could remember. He once heard his mother say it, but in fact he was not born here, but moved here when he was four years old.

And lived there until now.

The former neighbors have all moved away now, there are too many tenants, and the population moves frequently. In terms of the environment and safety of the community, it is far from good.

The house itself was not comfortable to live in.

In the narrow and dark corridors, the corridor lights are often broken, and no one repairs them. The sewer stinks from time to time, and a stench permeates the toilet...

Although the house Hu Lai rented in Liucheng District, Jincheng is also an old community, it is still much better than Dongchuan's home in terms of hardware and software.

They should be given another house...

It's just that since the opening of the high-speed rail, Dongchuan's housing prices have skyrocketed, and the price increase has almost caught up with the speed of the high-speed rail.

Now the new real estate in Dongchuan City has a unit price of 9,500 yuan for a better one, and 8,000 yuan for a worse one.

To buy a house of 100 square meters, it costs almost one million.

Even if Uncle Yong negotiated a new contract for him, with an annual salary of one million, that would only be enough to buy a house, and on the premise of not eating or drinking for one year and cultivating immortals... oh, actually, one year is not enough, because the one hundred In case of pre-tax annual salary, it would be nice to get half of the tax deducted.

He could suddenly understand why after Zhang Qinghuan's depression,

Instead of buying a house, I used the money to buy a second-hand Ferrari.

Two million can buy a second-hand super sports car and drive it to training and nightclubs all day long. It's so eye-catching. It's a good tool for picking up girls, and it's more cost-effective than Xiaomi's mobile phone.

The same amount of money is probably enough to buy a bedroom as big as the one I am lying on in the capital.

This kid Zhang Qinghuan must have done the calculations, and then found out that he was very desperate, so he simply squandered the money in a fit of anger.

If I were in the capital, I probably wouldn't even have the thought of buying a house...

How else can I say that Zhang Qinghuan's father is great? In order to train his son to play football, the house in the capital was sold as soon as it was sold... That's a house in the capital!

It's easy to sell, but hard to buy back.

Chinese professional players have almost no commercial endorsement contracts due to too much negative news about Chinese football in the past ten years, because in the eyes of public opinion, Chinese football players have a negative image and are scandal-making machines. There are "black sheep" like Zhang Qinghuan as evidence for them - which company can't think about it, and will let Chinese football players endorse their own companies or products when their brains are flooded. Is it because their products are selling too well? ?

Without this kind of commodity endorsement contract, the player's income is basically only his own annual salary and bonus.

Before the salary limit order was issued a few years ago, everyone's income was quite good. Later, with the salary limit order, the income of all players was affected. The maximum pre-tax annual salary of domestic players in the Chinese Super League cannot exceed 10 million yuan. If a player is selected for the national team, it can be increased by up to 20%. The maximum salary of China A is 5 million RMB, and that of China B is 3 million.

It is even more impossible for a small club like Flash Star to offer sky-high contracts to players. Although the salary cap of China A is 5 million, there are no players in the Flash Star team who can meet this standard, and Qin Lin only has 4 million.

Therefore, if Zhang Qinghuan wants to buy a house in the capital relying on the income of Shining Star, he may have to tighten his belt and live a hard life for a few years...

As for himself, Hu Lai felt that if Uncle Yong could negotiate an annual salary of one million yuan for himself, with his consumption level, he should be able to save enough money to buy a 100-square-meter house in two years.

Of course, the premise is that the speed at which you save money can match the speed at which housing prices rise.

Fortunately, he only wanted to buy a house in Dongchuan, a third-tier city, instead of buying a house in Jincheng, a quasi-first-tier city. Otherwise, one million in Jincheng might just buy a house similar to his now, which is nothing What a great location, what a great neighborhood.

I don't know what kind of contract Uncle Yong will negotiate for himself in the end. Uncle Yong said that the annual salary of one million is guaranteed, so how much can he get in the end?

When I have so much money, what else should I do with it besides buying a house?

Do you want to buy a car?

Buy a car without a driver's license? And didn't you agree that Zhang Qinghuan bought the car?

Buy luxury goods?

Why did you buy it?

Hu Lai frowned and thought about it for a while on the bed, but he couldn't figure out if he had money, what else could he buy besides buying a house...

Do you want to save it and marry a wife later?

Oh, by the way, I didn't spend my first salary to hire a personal trainer. I don't know if I will be criticized on the Internet for not being professional enough?

The main reason is that I can't afford to hire a decent personal trainer for my first month's salary of several thousand yuan, right?

What, a personal trainer in the gym?

Don't be ridiculous, okay...

Hu Lai fell asleep amidst such wild thoughts.

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After Hu Lai fell asleep, the door of his bedroom was gently closed.

Xie Lan returned to her bedroom, her husband was still sitting on the sofa, swiping his phone.

"I went to bed at half past ten..." Xie Lan glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

"The habit developed by professional teams shows that his professionalism is not bad." Hu Lixin said while holding his mobile phone.

"Why didn't you say that to your son at the dinner table?" Xie Lan complained.

"Why should I tell him, I'm explaining to you." Hu Lixin looked up at his wife.

"The second half of the sentence, praise him, you must say it face to face. Let him know that you love him."

Hu Lixin seemed to want to explain, but after he opened his mouth, he shook his head: "Too lazy to say."

"You!" The wife naturally knew her husband's temper very well, so in the end, thousands of words could only be reduced to these two words.

Then she changed the subject: "Have you noticed that our son has grown taller?"

"Is there?" Hu Lixin looked at the phone and replied casually.

"Why not? Before you got off work, I measured his height at home, and he is now 1.78 meters!" When he said this, Xie Lan's tone was excited. "I remember he was only 1.7 meters when he was a freshman in high school!"

Xie Lan, who is only 1.55 meters tall wearing shoes, has always been worried that her genes will be a drag on her child's growth. Especially since Hu Lai is a boy, height is even more important—she even had nightmares about not being able to find a wife because her child was not tall enough. It can be seen how obsessed she is with this matter.

Hearing the height figure of 1.78 meters, Hu Lixin nodded: "Are you relieved now? Let me tell you that there is no need to worry about his height."

"Who said it before?" Xie Lan said so, his face still full of joy.

Today is really three blessings for her.

First of all, it is natural that her son has really come out on the risky road of professional football, and the future looks bright at present.

The second is that although the son ran away from home back then and left without saying goodbye, but now he is willing to go home, which means that his son will not be like his father, who will have no face to go back when his parents die. In this way, she naturally doesn't have to worry about her bleak old age in the future.

The third is the height of the son. 1.78 meters is not tall, but it is not short either. For her, this is an acceptable result. What she had been worrying about since the birth of the child did not finally become a reality. She felt that the boulder weighing on her heart was gently lifted away.

This "year" has been perfect!

Thinking of this, Xie Lan, who was in a happy mood, went to her husband's side: "Honey, are you today...huh?"

Hu Lixin raised his head and looked at his wife who was blinking at him. How could he not understand what she was going to do? He suddenly felt a headache: "Didn't you just do it the day before yesterday?"

"Then you had dinner the day before yesterday!" Xie Lan raised her eyebrows when she heard her husband complain. "Look at you, don't you mean that you have good physical strength for playing football?"

"Who told you?" Hu Lixin protested with wide-eyed eyes.

"Isn't that Zhang Qinghuan? He spends time in nightclubs all day long, and the media say that he changes women every week..."

"Then you didn't see that Zhang Qinghuan was hollowed out?"

As soon as Zhang Qinghuan was mentioned, Xie Lan remembered again: "Oh, at dinner, Hu Lai also said that Zhang Qinghuan moved to the door opposite him... Don't let Hu Lai get in trouble! Our Hu Lai is more obedient. A child..."

"You think too much..." Hu Lixin said this just now, and suddenly remembered that this seemed to be a good topic to divert his wife's attention, so he changed his words: "Of course, your worry is completely justified. I said it before , professional football is full of all kinds of traps and temptations. If you are not careful, you may make a mistake and become eternal hatred. Now that your son is becoming more and more famous, all kinds of shit will happen in the new season. For him, I advise you to be mentally prepared..."

"What kind of mental preparation?" Xie Lan was a little confused.

"Hu Lai may encounter setbacks in the second season. You have to be mentally prepared and don't be too anxious. He has only played professional games for half a season, and he will have a long career in the future..."

Xie Lan was unhappy: "I said Hu Lixin, why don't you wish for our son to be well?"

"Tch, I'm just telling the truth. Like it or not, that's how it is. Have you ever heard of the 'Rookie Wall'?"

"What's the 'Rookie Wall'?"

Sure enough, his wife became more and more interested in this topic. Hu Lixin praised his ingenuity in his heart, and then began to explain the concept of "rookie wall" to his wife, and by extension, why Hu Lai's second This season is extremely critical, but it is also difficult.

This is his rare patience on the professional topic of football.