Chapter 31 There is a smell of scum in the air

The days passed quickly. In a blink of an eye, January has passed, and the traditional Chinese Spring Festival is getting closer and closer.

In a Western country like the Netherlands, China's traditional Spring Festival is not a national holiday, and people have to work as usual. However, overseas Chinese living here still celebrate the festival in various forms. Around the Lunar New Year, the Chinatowns in Amsterdam, The Hague and Rotterdam, where Chinese gather, are filled with a strong festive atmosphere. Lanterns and couplets are hung on the doors of shops, restaurants, traditional Chinese medicine and travel agencies run by Chinese people. The noisy sound of firecrackers and wonderful dragon and lion dance performances will attract a large number of local people and foreign tourists to stop and watch. On New Year's Eve, whether it is a weekday or a weekend, overseas Chinese in the Netherlands will invite relatives and friends to have a good New Year's Eve dinner. Chinese supermarkets and grocery stores in Chinatown before the festival are also very lively.

This year's New Year's Eve happens to be Saturday. On this day, the red lights of the municipal building not far from Chinatown in The Hague are hanging. The opening ceremony of the Chinese Spring Festival celebrations for overseas Chinese in the Netherlands in 1997 is being held here. The meeting was attended by celebrities from all walks of life, including the Minister of Culture of the Netherlands, the Mayor of The Hague and the Chinese Ambassador to the Netherlands, as well as celebrities from the Chinese community. Jiang Mu and the Oriental Dragons won great honors for Chinese football at the Immigration Cup and the Dutch Cup, and they were also invited to The Hague to participate in this Spring Festival celebration.

After Mr. Wagon, chairman of the All-Nutch Chinese Societies Federation and chairman of the preparatory committee for the celebration, spoke, the Lions came to the municipal government building. The week-long celebration of the Spring Festival officially began. In addition to the lion-awakening performance, the organizing committee has also arranged traditional Chinese song and dance acrobatic performances, clothing shows of past dynasties, Chinese literature and art exhibition workshops, Chinese book exhibitions, Asian fairs, "Dragon Wall" art labor activities, lectures by well-known Chinese writers, large-scale song and dance parties of song and dance troupe, New Year's Cup football matches and other colorful activities.

As a rising rookie in the Chinese circle, Jiang Mu, the head coach of the Oriental Dragons, was also invited by Chairman Huagen to the Grand Hotel in The Hague to attend the annual New Year's reception.

Jiang Mu and most of the people who attended the party were not familiar with him, but there were many people who knew him. They came up to greet Jiang Mu one after another. Jiang Mu was very disturbed. He greeted these people who came up and sat in the corner with a wine glass.

The tree wanted to be quiet but the wind did not stop, but after a while, Ambassador Tan walked to Jiang Mu's side, followed by the beautiful and unspeakable female translator.

Ambassador Tan's suit is straight, and a Chinese-character face with a diplomatic and ceremonial smile. Qiao Qiao, the female translator standing beside him, put on a white dress today, with two snow-white arms exposed outside, and her white face is still serious, looking like an ice fairy.

"Xiao Jiang, you have performed very well during this period, winning glory for us in Holland." Ambassador Tan's smile made people feel like a spring breeze.

"Ambassador Tan praised it, and he stopped when he reached the quarterfinals." Jiang Mu stood up quickly and said humbly.

"It's not easy to get into the top eight. You're leading an amateur team, which is like using Xiaomi, a rifle and an airplane cannon." Ambassador Tan said in a funny way.

Jiang Mu laughed and said, "The party's Xiaomi and rifle won, but we lost. This world is the era when the winner is the king. I only have to win or lose in my football.

Hearing that Jiang Mu's words did not follow Ambassador Tan, Qiao Qiao couldn't help taking a closer look at this seemingly unattractive compatriot.

Ambassador Tan laughed and said, "You have a lot of personality. A few days ago, my good friend Shi Tian asked me to send you a message so that you can learn to return to China and improve China's football level."

Shi Tian is the chairman of the Three High School Football Club. He is a person with a deep background. Jiang Mu smiled and said vaguely, "My current level is not good. I want to practice in Europe for a few more years and learn more."

At this time, Hua Gen, the chairman of the Chinese Federation, came over with a wine glass and said to Ambassador Tan, "They asked me to find you. It turns out that you came here to chat with young people. Qiao Qiao, you chat with Xiao Jiang and let your Uncle Tan have a conversation with us old guys, okay?"

Ambassador Tan stood up and said, "Okay, you young people, let's talk together. You and we can't talk together. Ambassador Tan and Hua Gen went to the other side with wine glasses, leaving only Qiao Qiao and Jiang Mu standing opposite each other.

"JoJo, the name is good. Have a drink for this name."

Jiang Mu raised his glass with a smile and stared softly at Qiao Qiao. He looked at Qiao Qiao's indifferent expression, unlike the girl who could greet him first, so he took the initiative to speak.

Joe didn't say anything, but raised his glass and squeezed his mouth like water with his lips.

"I used to be a translator. I thought that the translators were very talkative. I didn't expect to meet a person who cherishes words and come and have another drink." Jiang Mu's smile became more and more sincere, and his eyes became more and more soft. In Zhao Guangming's words, Jiang Mu's eyes were amazing. Zhao Guangming once said that his eyes "there is ** in calmness, there is ** in sincerity, and there is depth in plainness." Many girls are trapped in Jiang Mu's beautiful eyes.

"It's also the first time I've met such a talkative translator. No wonder I'm a coach." Qiao Qiao finally opened his mouth. He was like autumn water and cold smoke, and his voice was like ice and jade bones.

"Do I understand your sentence as praise or sarcasm?" Jiang Mu changed to Dutch.

"Free Heart Evidence." Qiao Qiao still remained calm and reserved, but it was also changed to Dutch.

"Then I understand it as praise. I'm very happy to be praised by beautiful women." Jiang Mu smiled and continued to use his eyes to attack, and changed to Italian.

"In the same way, the good see good, and the bad see evil. It seems that you are not bad. It's not as omnisive as those fans describe. Jojo changed to Italian without showing weakness.

Jiang Mu was stunned, smiled, and changed to English. He said, "In the field of football, I can be called an omnispermanistic utilitarian in the eyes of others. Of course, some people think that I am a realist. The root of football is victory or defeat, not art."

"Well, I believe you used to be a translator. Don't change the language again. If you change it again, I will suspect that you are showing off." Qiao Qiao slightly stimulated Jiang Mu.

"Free heart proof, good people see good and evil see evil." Jiang Mu returned this sentence to Qiao Qiao.

There was a smile on the corners of Qiaoqiao's mouth and said, "You are very cunning. No wonder you can defeat two professional teams."

Jiang Mu straightened his chest and said, "To be precise, in the regular time, I led a fourth-level amateur team to defeat a Eerste Divisie and an Eerste Divisie team, and also tied with a giant like Ajax."

"You are very conceited." Qiao Qiao said.

"No, I'm very confident. In the professional field, I don't give up to the teacher." Jiang Mu said that he was awe-inspiring, and there was no such thing as dirty and obscene at the time of the game.

"I heard that you refused the invitation of three professional teams. If you don't mind, can you ask why?" Qiao Qiao asked curiously.

"It's nothing. I refuse Ajax because I don't want to be a teaching assistant under my coach. I want to beat him. I refuse Brendan because they are likely to be relegated. I hope to be Brendan's head coach, so that I may have a chance to turn the tide, but they don't have the courage. Alkmaar invited me earlier. They rejected me before. I hope I can make some achievements and then consider whether to go, so that I will be more dignified. Jiang Mu talked and said his heart frankly.

Jiang Mu's words made Qiao Qiao appreciate it and said, "I admire your behavior and personality very much. I really want to know if you will coach a professional team in the future?"

Jiang Mu smiled and said, "I also want to know that I coach a professional team. Will you become my fan?"

"There is no logical relationship between them." Qiao Qiao said.

"Well, there is no logical relationship, but there may be a causal relationship." Jiang Mu reacted quickly.

Qiao Qiao was stunned for a moment, smiled again, and deliberately didn't understand. He said, "You have so many fans who like you, not just me."

"Every one is very important, and a beautiful woman like you is certainly more special."

"Well, of course, I really hope to see you coach a professional team. Which team are you going to?" Qiao Qiao said.

"It should be Alkmaar. I promised my friends to give priority, and the fans of the Oriental Dragon are also here. I don't want to leave them."

When Jiang Mu and Qiao Qiao were talking, two young people came over. Those who attended the reception were all face-to-face figures in the Chinese community. One of them were Sima Bei, the son of the vice chairman of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce, and the other was Luo Fangfang, a famous Dutch Chinese writer. They were all Qiao Qiao's crazy admirers.

"Jiao Qiao, who is this poor boy?" Sima Bei stared at Jiang Mu rudely, and his eyes were quite bad, as if Jiang Mu had invaded his territory.

"Jiao Qiao, let's go there. They are all from the literary and art circles. The level is higher, and everyone has a common topic." Luo Fangfang looked like a quality cultural person, but he directly insulted Jiang Mu, saying that he was at a low level and had no common topic with Qiao Qiao.

Qiao Qiao ignored Sima Bei and said to Luo Fangfang, "I think I'm very happy to chat with Coach Jiang."

In the face of the attack of these two young people, Jiang Mu looked at them and ignored them. He said to Qiao Qiao, "How can I smell a kind of scum in the air? Oh, it may also be cologne."

Jiang Mu's attack was quite sharp, because he smelled the smell of cologne on Sima Bei and Luo Fangfang's body, but deliberately said the smell of adult scum.

Qiao Qiao suppressed his smile and said, "It's cologne. Coach Jiang, you smelled it wrong."

"Dare to scold me!" Sima Bei reacted and angrily reached out to grab Jiang Mu's neck and said, "You are a fucking scum."

"Light attack."

The attack message of "S Chang'e No. 1" came from Jiang Mu's mind. Before Jiang Mu finished responding, the intelligent bioelectric energy " Chang'e No. 1" automatically sent out a lightweight biological current attack according to his own judgment.

"Do you want to do...?"

Qiao Qiao didn't expect Sima Bei to be so rude, but before she finished her angry rebuke, Sima Bei's arm seemed to be broken by a stick and hung down softly.

Qiao Qiao and Luo Fangfang were stunned, because they didn't see Jiang Mu do it, but Sima Bei held his arm and shouted like a ghost. They don't know what happened.

Jiang Mu smiled and said, "We civilized people, don't do anything, okay? Although I am a poor boy, I also have hands and feet. It will also fight back."

Lightweight attack is just a part of the body that makes people feel weak, unable to move for a short time, and does not cause damage. However, this Sima Bei was scared. He thought he had seen the legendary martial arts master.

Qiao Qiao was worried that Jiang Mu would be retaliated by Sima Bei and said, "Coach Jiang, I'm sorry to bother you. I'll go there and talk to my friends for a while."

"Well, I'll go to see my friends, too." Jiang Mu stared at Qiao Qiao, still ignoring Sima Bei and Luo Fangfang.

"Kid, wait."

Sima Bei originally wanted to forgive him, but when he saw that Qiao Qiao left Jiang Mu, he said a scene to Jiang Mu, and then followed Qiao Qiao with Luo Fangfang