Chapter 3 Unpleasant Press Conference

The taxi came soon. The driver parked the car next to Lin Fenglei, rolled down the window and poked his head out and asked, "Are you Mr. Lin?"

Lin Fenglei nodded: "I am."

"Then please get in the car. I'm here to pick up your driver. My name is Hoffman."

After getting into the car, Lin Fenglei thanked him, and then asked curiously, "How do you know I'm Lin Fenglei?"

Hoffman is a middle-aged man in his thirties. He skillfully started the taxi: "In our town, there are only a few thousand people in total. Everyone knows each other. Strangers like you are too easy to be recognized. What's more, you are still a Chinese? Now everyone in our town knows that there is a Chinese head coach in Goshao. He looked at Lin Fenglei and said, "Wow, you're still so young."

Only then did Lin Fenglei suddenly realize. Hoffman is obviously very talkative. Lin Fenglei's residence is only a few minutes' drive from the Gosho Club. He said all the way and basically introduced the situation of Gosho to Lin Fenglei. Where the scenery is good and where there is delicious food, he is full of family treasures. Soon, the car arrived at the gate of the Gosho Club. Hoffman stopped the car and said to Lin Fenglei, "Mr. Lin, here, please get out of the car. The fare will be paid by the club."

When Lin Fenglei got out of the car and walked to Hoffman's window to thank him, Hoffman put his head out of the window and squeezed his eyes and said, "Mr. Lin, I'm a loyal fan of the Gosho team. It's not only me, but everyone in our town. Although I don't know why Mr. Chairman invited you to be such an unknown Chinese young man as our coach, and I don't think it's a wise choice, I hope I'm wrong. I hope you can lead the Gosho team to play wonderful football. In my impression, Chinese people are very mysterious. Maybe you can do this. I can promise that if you can lead the team to get good results, I can always be your free driver. With that, he took out a business card and handed it to Lin Fenglei: "If you want to use the car, you can call me at any time." After saying that, he waved to Lin Fenglei, started the car and walked away.

Lin Fenglei looked down at the business card in his hand and smiled. What a lovely fan. At this moment, he felt that the FM world was too similar to the real world in some ways. Did you lead the team to get good results? OK, I will let you be willing to be my free driver. He put his business card into his coat pocket and walked to the club gate with fighting spirit.

Ruth is already waiting at the door. She is about thirty years old, a woman with black framed eyes and a serious face. When she saw Lin Fenglei coming over, she came forward and said, "Mr. Lin, I'm Ruth. Now I'll take you in."

Lin Fenglei nodded and thanked him. Then he followed Ruth into the club. When he entered the door, he nodded to the bald old doorman. After entering the door, he faintly heard the old doorman muttering, "Such a young head coach? Can he do it?" Lin Fenglei's footsteps stagnated, but then he strode forward confidently, okay? Let the facts prove it.

A little while before 9 o'clock, Ruth first took Lin Fenglei to the chairman's office and the club president Roland. Mr. Rolandgnagi met. Rolandnagi was a white-haired old man about 70 years old. When he saw Lin Fenglei coming in, he warmly got up and held Lin Fenglei's hands and said, "Welcome, welcome Mr. Lin condescending to our small club." Lin Fenglei didn't dare to say anything.

After the guest master sat down, Gneji said, "I didn't expect Mr. Lin to be so young and capable. I believe that under your leadership, the Gosho team will definitely achieve good results. What do you think?"

Lin Fenglei knew that he must not be modest at this time. If he said that he could not lead Gosho to achieve good results, why did he invite you to do? He said confidently, "Of course, I'm here to lead Gosho to glory!"

Gneji looked up and laughed: "Okay, okay, young people just need momentum. Goshao is my greatest wealth. I have put too much effort into it, but we didn't have much history to boast about in the past. I hope you will write its glory in the future. In the future, you will be in charge of Gosho's affairs. If you have any problems that you can't solve in Gosho, you can come to me. No matter what difficulties you encounter, the club will trust you and fully support you!"

Lin Fenglei nodded with a smile and thanked him. He was very sober and was not confused by Gneggi's apparent generosity and kindness. He knew clearly that although he was fully responsible in such a small club as Gosho, his power was also quite limited. I'm afraid he couldn't solve the problem that he couldn't solve, and he wanted to Is it because he led the team's miserable results? Will the club continue to trust himself? No one believes this. Of course, it's still good for face now.

At this time, Ruth reminded, "Mr. Lin, there are only a few minutes left for the press conference."

Lin Fenglei smiled and got up to say goodbye to Gnegie, and then followed Ruth to the conference hall of the club. Ruth led her to the rostrum and sat down. At this time, there were already several reporters sitting under the stage. Lin Fenglei has never experienced such a scene before. He used to be just a small clerk, and he was inevitably a little nervous. However, when he thought that this was just a game world and he was not facing people in the real world, what was he nervous about?

Ruth sat down beside Lin Fenglei, took the microphone to try the voice, cleared her throat and said, "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen! Today is June 10, 2009. Today, the Gosho Club held a press conference on the inauguration of the team's new head coach Lin Fenglei. The following is the free time to ask questions. Please ask questions. After saying that, he handed the microphone to Lin Fenglei.

A few weak hands were raised below. It seems that the reporter is not very interested in Gosho, a team that is destined to have no news highlights. It is just a routine to attend the press conference.

Lin Fenglei casually ordered a male reporter. He stood up and asked, "I'm Gao Diye, a reporter from XX newspaper. Excuse me, Mr. Lin, how are you in the mood of coaching the Goshao team? Excited?"

Lin Fenglei pondered and said, "It's a big challenge to coach the Gosho team. Of course, I'm very excited. I hope I can achieve the result I want at the end of this season. I will be more excited at that time."

The reporter who asked the second question said, "So what is the result you want?"

Lin Fenglei said, "There is a saying in China that 'you should eat rice one bite at a time'. In my opinion, based on Goshao, it is a relatively reasonable position to be in the middle of the table at the end of the season."

The third reporter: "But Goshao has not achieved good results all the time, and there is not much investment this year. Most media predict that they will be relegated this season. Do you really have the confidence to lead them to the middle of the table?"

Lin Fenglei sneered in his heart. If he had a modifier in his hand and could downgrade Goshao, he would be too incompetent. I didn't say that the upgrade this season was already afraid of scaring you. On the surface, he said politely, "Of course I have confidence."

At this time, a male reporter stood up and said aggressively without waiting for Lin Fenglei to point, "Mr. Lin, you are a Chinese. As far as I know, China is a football desert. China's football level is very poor, at least far worse than that of Switzerland. I don't know why Mr. Gneji chose a Chinese as young as you to be the head coach of Gosho, but I think it's a stupid choice. The Gosho team will definitely be relegated in your hands. The Swiss team does not need to find a head coach from a weak football country.

After this speech, the whole audience was in an uproar. Lin Fenglei's chest was full of anger. His eyes flashed coldly and stared at the male reporter. The male reporter also stared at Lin Fenglei and did not fall behind at all. After a while, Lin Fenglei smiled and said, "Mr. Reporter, I didn't ask you a question. You got up and didn't introduce yourself. Is this the courtesy of the Swiss?"

Everyone's eyes turned to the male reporter, with dissatisfaction in his eyes. It seemed that he had damaged the image of the Swiss. The male reporter suddenly became a little uncomfortable: "Well, I'm sorry, it's my fault. I'm Wagner, a reporter from XX newspaper.

Lin Fenglei nodded to another young male reporter with a red face and a high hand, and then said to Wagner, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wagner, I didn't ask you a question, so I have the right not to answer your question. Please sit down. Next, please ask this gentleman to ask a question.

Wagner sat down a little frustrated. He didn't expect this Chinese who looked too young to be so difficult to deal with. The young male reporter stood up and said, "Hello, Mr. Lin! I'm Christine, a reporter from the local newspaper Gosho people, and I'm also a fan of the Gosho team. Welcome to the Gosho team. Then he turned to Wagner and said, "Mr. Wagner, I think you are a rude person. You have no basis to question Mr. Lin and curse that the Goshao team will be relegated. I think you need to apologize to Mr. Lin and all the players and fans of Gosho!"

Wagner's face turned red. He didn't expect that things would turn into this. Under the dissatisfied gaze of the audience, he stood up helplessly, apologized, and then hurriedly left the venue. Suddenly, there was applause.

After the press conference, Lin Fenglei left Christine and asked Ruth to give him a new business card for the club and said, "Thank you, Mr. Christine! If you need anything in the future, you can call my personal mobile phone directly.

Christine is obviously a young reporter who has just made his debut. He was very excited to receive such preferential treatment: "You're welcome, Mr. Lin, this is what I should do. I'm a native of Gosho, and I'm also a fan of Gosho. I hope you can lead Gosho to achieve good results.

Lin Fenglei looked at Christine's longing eyes and felt that he had another responsibility. He nodded heavily, "I will!"