Chapter 901: This Signature Is Fake, Tang Ye Told Me

The quarterfinal was held at the Beijing Workers' Stadium; as soon as Tang Ye got off the high-speed train, he bid farewell to his teammates and went to the General Administration of Sport with Escrivà.

“Ferran? You don’t look happy?”

Tang Ye noticed Escrivà’s strange expression—the Spanish head coach had been staring out the window.

“Oh, really?”

“Clearly. Is it because you’re nervous about the match against South Korea?”

Tang Ye shrugged, feigning indifference: “If you get nervous just playing South Korea, that’s pointless. Have more confidence, Ferran.”

“Haha, I’m not as confident as you.”

Escrivà reminded Tang Ye to stay humble.

Though the Asian Cup opponents aren’t as formidable as World Cup teams, since we’ve reached the quarterfinals, the opponents we face won’t be weak.

“Besides Japan and Qatar, I think the other teams aren’t much of a threat.”

Tang Ye knew the Asian national teams fairly well; in his view, Escrivà had no reason to worry: “You’re always so tense.”

“Alright.”

Escrivà shook his head, glanced out the window again, then turned his head toward him: “You want to separate the FA from China’s league? You know how difficult that is, right?”

Tang Ye glanced at the driver in the front seat; the driver immediately understood and quickly put on his headphones.

“Aren’t you going to support me, sir?”

“No, no, no—it’s not about support. I think it’s the right move, but you must know, even in England, they haven’t managed to separate the league from the FA—their system is already very advanced.”

Tang Ye nodded: “Yes, I know. But our league is much weaker than the Chinese Super League, and we have our own characteristics.”

“The Premier League couldn’t do it, but the Chinese Super League might.”

“...”

Escrivà looked at Tang Ye before him—the guy seemed utterly confident in his plan: “Are you planning to use next year’s Olympics as leverage? If... if it’s just one Olympics, I don’t think it’s enough.”

“I don’t know much about the Chinese Super League, but it’s still a top-tier league worth billions of yuan.”

Seeing Tang Ye stay silent, Escrivà had to keep talking.

“Alright, let me remind you.”

“If you do this, your relationship with the FA will turn extremely sour—you’re the national team captain.”

“Don’t burn bridges with the FA—it won’t benefit you,” Escrivà warned.

“...”

“I’ll try.”

Dongqiu Di reprinted: Pappbond Corporation will officially list on the Hong Kong Stock Exchange before the end of this month.

Capital Youth—Tang Ye appeared at Peking University’s main campus to collect his graduation certificate.

June 23rd—by this time, most university students have already gone on break.

But every student’s situation is different. Take Peking University: a large proportion of students on the main campus didn’t go home—some couldn’t get early train tickets, others simply loved studying.

Throughout Chinese history, those who love learning always get luckier than others!

“Tang Ye!”

“Damn, Tang Ye, look at me!”

Tang Ye clasped his hands together and thanked the classmates following him: “Thank you all, thank you.”

“King Tang, I’m Peng Haitao, Class 7, 2022, Physics Department—I’m officially challenging you!”

“King, Zhang Keke from the Art College, second-year grad student, invites you to dinner!”

“Forget the diploma, King Tang—come to the field and duel me!”

“...”

Tang Ye walked quickly, but couldn’t stop his classmates’ enthusiasm: “I know none of you are using your real names.”

“I’ve been fooled by you guys once already.”

“Haha!”

“Wow! Don’t do that, King Tang—I really am Peng Haitao! Accept my real-name challenge!”

Tang Ye stopped at the building entrance and turned to signal everyone to calm down: “I know you all want to play, but today’s impossible—I have a packed schedule.”

“Please, King Tang, just one match!”

Tang Ye spread his hands: “We don’t need to rush—if you’re staying here to study, you’ll still see me. I’m staying here too.”

“Wow!”

“Awesome, King Tang—you’re a grad student now!”

“Perfect, that’s the GOAT.”

“Tang Ye, stop playing with James—he’s not a good guy!”

“...”

Though his schedule was tight, Tang Ye still made time to sign autographs for his classmates.

The classmates handed him jerseys or footballs—many jerseys were counterfeit, but it didn’t matter.

At that moment, someone pushed forward and handed Tang Ye an autographed photo: “King Tang, take a look at this.”

“Okay, okay—what’s wrong with this one?”

Tang Ye squinted—the fan had handed him an autographed photo from his Dortmund days.

“King Tang, I bought this on Taobao for 4,000 yuan—can you tell me if it’s real?”

“Oh, that expensive?”

Tang Ye raised an eyebrow, picked up the photo, and examined it carefully.

“This... brother, this is fake.”

“Wow!!!”

“Damn, so I got scammed?”

Tang Ye returned the photo to the student: “Check if you can get a refund—it’s obviously fake. My signatures are always sloppy; this one’s too neat.”

“Damn it.”

“Hahaha!”

The scammed student quickly drew mockery; helplessly, he pulled out his phone to complain to the seller: “I bought it from a football specialty store...”

[Taobao user: Boss, your autographed photo is fake—someone told me so.]

[Customer service Domino: It’s genuine—all our products are authentic.]

[Taobao user: I’ve confirmed it’s fake.]