Chapter 162

Ya Chen's nickname is 'Ou Zhou Xin Zang'.

Here there is the hottest hot spring in Central Europe, and it is also a therapeutic sanctuary.

Ha Fu Ci wasn't bringing Li Kang and Bu Lan Te to soak in hot springs.

Step on the accelerator, and he brought the two of them to his own donkey farm.

This kid is a fourth-generation rich.

The salary and bonuses he earned at the club... plus his pocket money, were all used to raise donkeys.

Soon.

The three of them soon arrived at a modern donkey farm.

After the gatekeeper cleared the license plate, he enthusiastically waved.

There is no job easier than guarding the gate here.

Apart from Ha Fu Ci visiting every few months, normally no outside vehicles come and go.

Yes.

The donkeys here are neither slaughtered nor sold.

They are all Ha Fu Ci's private pets... no, they are good companions.

"Ah—uh—ah—uh!"

Two little donkeys enthusiastically rushed forward.

Ha Fu Ci excitedly opened his arms and embraced them.

A group of veterinarians and caretakers also came out, introducing each little companion's situation.

Bu Lan Te seemed to be slightly stimulated, thinking to himself: 'More people than donkeys? Several people serving one donkey? What is that? A feeding trough?'

He stepped forward and looked, almost wanting to shout out his inner thought: 'These donkeys eat better than I do!'

Looking around, Xiao Pang couldn't help calculating the soft and hard costs of the donkey farm... could buy many sets of houses, right?

He would not easily express his own viewpoint.

A genius from a poor family learned early on to accept reality.

Although he lives frugally, he does not impose his own standards on friends.

In his eyes remained only pure envy.

"Li, I might stay at Lewokusen next season; the club promised to give me the same salary as Qia Er Han Ao Lu and guarantee a starting position..."

Li Kang was scratching the little donkey's head.

Upon hearing this, he couldn't help but be stunned.

After reaching the Champions League semi-finals, the transfer values of all Lewokusen first-team players surged.

When leaving the club this morning, scouts and senior officials from various top clubs were coming and going in the office building.

Sun Xing Min couldn't be retained; he has always been pursuing a higher stage.

Ji Si Lin is getting older, on the verge of retirement.

Ke La Mo day and night longs to return to Men Xing.

"Qia Er Han Ao Lu? Privately, he's already as close as glue with a certain Serie A powerhouse."

Fan Dai Ke has proven his worth; after the loan contract expires, Southampton definitely cannot renew, and when the summer transfer window opens, he will surely rush to cash out.

Lai Nuo's performance in the Champions League was extremely heroic, most favored by top clubs.

Lewokusen, it's going to fall apart.

Havertz lifted his head and said: "Mr. Wo Le Er also talked to me; he said I'm still young, don't run around recklessly, even if I go to Bayern I won't get a starting spot."

Li Kang smiled and nodded seriously.

Lewokusen only needs to keep the two twin stars, and it will have the foundation to rebuild and a bright future.

Yes.

Also, Coach Tuop, Dino, and the rest of the coaching staff; next season, Bei lai yin will still be a formidable force not to be underestimated in the Champions League!

"I'm not leaving; Lewokusen can reach the Champions League semifinals only because of Li!"

"If you lack matching ability, even going to a better club will expose your true colors!"

Brendt patted the little donkey's butt: "Li, maybe we'll meet again on the Champions League pitch next season!"

Ah—uh—ah—uh!

Lewokusen.

Sports director's office.

Wo Le Er saw off several Middle Easterners wearing headscarves.

The little assistant exclaimed: "Chief, are they from the Abu Dhabi consortium? Is Li going to Manchester City?"

Wo Le Er shook his head: "They're from a certain Qatari club; they took a liking to Bellalabi, but that kid doesn't want to leave Lewokusen."

After saying that, he picked up his cup and took a sip of coffee.

"Chief, there are several more offers for Li, all from Chinese Super League clubs..."

Pff!

The little assistant got sprayed in the face with coffee!

Wo Le Er was choked, and it took him a while to recover.

"Listen, reject any offers from outside the Premier League and La Liga."

"Li, you can only go to a top club."

Tactics room.

After discussing the tactics for the match against Hamburg, the coaching staff members left one by one.

In the huge hall, only Tuopu Laotou and Dino remained.

The little assistant coach hesitated for a long time, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, turned around and closed the door of the meeting room.

Tuopu Laotou furrowed his brows: "What do you want, kid?"

Dino pressed down his hands and said weakly: "Chief, stay calm, a club in the 2. Bundesliga has invited me to take the head coach position for next season..."

He did not wait for the expected explosive rage.

Lewokusen's head coach stared, took a deep breath, and said:

"This is good news, isn't it? No need to make it seem like you're doing something bad!"

"I feel relieved by your honesty, and proud of your excellence!"

"Nobody can be an assistant coach forever! If you encounter any problems you don't understand, just call me anytime."

"But you need to put this matter aside for now; Lewokusen still faces many challenges ahead!"

"Isn't the assistant coach's dream to someday become a head coach?"

"Treatment and authority are completely on different levels."

Tuopu Laotou showed understanding.

Dino felt a great relief, bowed deeply to his mentor, and left the hall.

The setting sun streamed through the window, casting upon the weathered cheeks of the white-haired old man.

Accompanied by a sigh.

Tuopu Laotou faintly recalled the 'Sanya King' team from fourteen years ago.

They were missing more than just a breath away from the championship.

The better the European competition results of an ordinary strong team, the more outside influences affect its players and coaching staff.

Pursuing a higher stage.

Pursuing better treatment.

These are natural human feelings, completely understandable.

This is a problem that no 'dark horse' in UEFA Champions League history can avoid.

However, the season hasn't ended yet.

The temptation came too early.

People's hearts have scattered, the team is hard to lead...

Creak~

The hall doors were pushed open again.

Dino hurried back, his face flushed, frantically waving his hands:

"Chief, I almost got led astray by you; what I want to say is... I refused the 2. Bundesliga's invitation!"

"Nobody in the coaching staff will be distracted! We will win the championship!"

Allianz Stadium in Turin.

Only black and white remained!

Juventus vs. Bayern Munich.

The showdown between the Serie A champions and the Bundesliga champions was especially intense.

A clash of spear and shield!

It left the audience exhilarated!

Morata, who grows stronger against stronger opponents, descended like a god, turning the tide!

The aggregate score over two legs ended 4-4!

The battle went into extra time, yet still no winner could be decided!

In the knockout stage of the 2015/16 UEFA Champions League season, the first penalty shootout was born!

The hearts of both sets of fans seemed to be suspended high.

Buffon and Neuer, two generations of goalkeeping legends, once again faced each other tonight!

Allegri and Guardiola, expressionless.

The DJ on site, voice trembling.

Finally.

The fifth penalty taker of the Zebra Corps appeared.

Morata!

Before the atmosphere could be set, the Spanish forward struck immediately, breaking through the goal guarded by Neuer!

Fireworks rose into the sky.

Salute guns fired in unison.

Turin city plunged into celebration!

Juventus advanced to the UEFA Champions League semifinals!