October 28, 2009
Spain, Marca headquarters.
Reporter Qin Luoyun took the newly written manuscript and prepared to hand it over to the editor-in-chief for review.
There were thick dark circles under her eyes on her delicate face. It was obvious that she had not had a good rest last night.
In the two years since she came to Spain, this was the first time she stayed up late working on a football article.
Colleagues have already sent out yesterday's key news, the report of the game that Real Madrid lost.
But she was the only one who returned home alone, and the light in the study was on all night.
An extremely professional and in-depth analysis of Real Madrid's intensive schedule in the past month, including each player's game status.
There are even various locker room rumors, players' pre-match tidbits, and the head coach's tactics.
It is extremely detailed, but part of the page is given to the Chinese Lin Di.
Moreover, it is widely claimed that it is because of him that Real Madrid suffered this humiliating defeat.
The editor-in-chief crossed his legs and looked at Qin Luoyun with a smile, "Wow, are you serious? Who among today's readers wants to read this boring data analysis?" He adjusted his glasses and continued.
"The rumors in the locker room and the big-name tidbits can be left behind. As for that C-level team, there are so many Chinese people. No one cares about this, OK?"
Hearing the editor's words, Qin Luoyun couldn't sit still, "But this is the core reason. If you delete them all, it will be just gossip."
"Yes, but don't the audience like to watch this? With the current popularity of Real Madrid losing, why not take advantage of it?"
The editor stood up, walked around behind her, gently pressed his shoulders with his hands, and motioned for her to sit down.
"I know that you are all Chinese, and it is normal to help your compatriots, and I can understand it.
However, it must be based on respecting the facts. "The editor continued to hold down Qin Luoyun who was about to stand up, and continued to speak in her ear.
"What is journalism? That's newspaper sales. We're not CNS or The Lancet. To hell with those boring data, to hell with those personal emotions.
Can you understand? Dear Qin? "
After hearing this, she completely understood that this was no longer the Marca newspaper she was familiar with.
In addition to pursuing fame and fortune, they also distrust the Chinese people.
Squeezing out a beautiful smile, "Okay, editor-in-chief, I will make the changes immediately according to your request." After saying that, Qin Luoyun withdrew.
When she returned to her work station, her emotions were on the verge of explosion. The more she took a step back, the more she thought about it, and the angrier she became. The more she thought about it, the more she suffered.
She thought of the big brother in China who had taken care of her, and picked up the phone, "Brother Li, it's me, Luo Yun, I have a report here..."
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Lindy got up consciously early in the morning.
This is a habit developed by the body's biological clock. After breakfast, he had already arrived at the fitness center.
At this time, it was only half past seven, but Picasso, the club's boss, was already used to it.
For two years, this young man got up as early as him every day.
The morning passed in a blink of an eye, and when he came out of the gym, he found head coach Ander waiting for him outside.
Seeing Andel who looked impatient, Lindy understood in her heart, "Good afternoon, boss."
"Oh, dear Lin, do you have time to chat?" Ander suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and smiled at Lindy.
"Of course, boss, want to go to your office?"
The two came to Andel's office, and Lindy found that assistant coach Robbie was also there, holding a document in his hand and looking at him with an aunty smile.
"Well, Lin, you performed very well in yesterday's game, so the club is going to give you another chance..." Andel was about to make a fuss, but was interrupted by Lindy.
The man in front of him had never treated him so kindly in the past two years. This was the first time in history. Lindy only found it a little funny.
"Sorry, boss, I don't intend to renew my contract."
"In the future, we...what? What did you say? Not renewing the contract?" Ander also planned to talk to Lindy about the future, but to his surprise, Lindy refused without even listening to his conditions.
Lindy looked at Andel calmly and said nothing.
"I think I must have heard wrong, Lin. What we are talking about is your long-awaited contract extension. We plan to give you the highest salary in the team: 3,000 euros, equivalent to one million Chinese dollars. How about it? The club is A lot of money was spent." The smile on Andel's face became more and more embarrassing, and his speaking speed became more and more urgent. He didn't know what went wrong.
The Chinese man in front of him has never faced himself so calmly in the past two years, not to mention that he has already given the team the highest weekly salary of 3,000 euros.
Lindy was so indifferent that he couldn't figure it out.
He had no choice but to turn to Robbie for help. The situation was beyond his control.
After yesterday's game, all fans, including the club's top brass, have accepted Lindy.
No, it shouldn't be said that I accepted Lindy, it should be said that I was completely impressed by Lindy's performance.
If he cannot be signed and allowed to leave as a free agent, then his position as head coach will not be secure.
Assistant coach Robbie was helpless. In fact, his relationship with Lindy was very ordinary and they didn't even talk to each other.
"As you can see, Lin, the current highest salary in the team is Borja's 2,100 euros. We are a small team. We can give 3,000 euros a week's salary, which is already the standard for a second-division team. I hope you can Think about it carefully."
Robbie's words were more like a response, very official, and he specifically mentioned that Alcor is a small team, as if to remind Lindy.
Andel on the side was still looking at Lindy expectantly. In his impression, most Chinese people only care about money.
Looking at them, they seemed to be refusing to let them go if they didn't sign the contract today. Lindy secretly laughed in his heart.
I still remember that last week, Lindy was also in this office, begging Andel to give him another chance.
The results of it? Andel didn't speak, and just quietly enjoyed Lindy's performance for nearly half an hour, as if Lindy's begging could bring him great psychological satisfaction.
It's really thirty years to the east of Hedong and thirty years to the west of Hexi.
Immediately, Lindy stood up directly, showing a harmless smile, with a sincere face, "Thank you both for your [careful cultivation], but our contract expires tomorrow, I think I should go back and clean up. "
After that, he turned around and left, not caring that Andel's face turned livid behind him. He didn't forget to close the door before leaving, which seemed very polite.
After taking a few steps, there was already a faint roaring sound coming from behind the door, and then there seemed to be the sound of something fragile falling.
In the past two years, every time Ander was in a bad mood, he would attack Lindy and beat him to pieces in front of everyone.
That angry and mocking ugly face is still fresh in my memory.
How many times did Lindy think about running away, but she gritted her teeth and endured it.
Before coming out, he knew what the environment was like in the country and broke through all the shackles before coming to Spain.
He must never go back to that dyeing vat!
This is his oath, and this is Lindy's oath now!