"Hey, what are you doing? What about you? Stop!"

Just as Gao Yuan was striding forward full of ambition, a voice rang at the entrance of the base.

Gao Yuan took a closer look and saw a guy in a security uniform looking at him warily.

Gao Yuan stopped, tugged on his wrinkled suit, raised his head slightly, and had a slightly smug smile on his face involuntarily.

"Hello, uncle, I work here!"

"Do you work here? Why haven't I seen you? Where is your work permit?"

The security guard looked suspicious. Looking at Gao Yuan's unlucky appearance, covered in sweat and dirt, he thought he was a migrant worker who came to ask for wages. But he said he was a white-collar office worker. What a joke!

It’s no wonder that the security guards don’t believe it. Everyone who works here is rich or noble. Needless to say, the players and coaches are all millionaires. The club is backed by a large state-owned enterprise in the Fortune 500. Most of the administrative staff have deep backgrounds, strong connections, and strong backers.

Even if there are a few children from ordinary families, those who can work here are the best among the people.

"It's my first day at work today, but I don't have a work permit! I'll get my work permit when I finish reporting!" Gao Yuan explained patiently.

When he heard that he didn't have a work permit, the security guard became even more suspicious. He stared up and down, looking up and down, inside and out. His eyes were like an X-ray machine, taking a look at Gao Yuan's body and soul.

through.

"You must be a fan!" the security guard made a judgment.

"How do you know I'm a fan?" Gao Yuan wondered.

"Haha, I guessed it right! You want to sneak into the base to peek at the team training, get a few autographs, and get two photos with the players, right?

Don't deny it, I know! I meet a few of you every week, some pretending to be food delivery guys, some pretending to be rag collectors, and some pretending to be the player's father!

You kid pretended to be a club employee and didn’t even urinate to show off your unlucky appearance! Do you know how much you earn working here in a month? Is there anyone dressed up to look like you..."

The team does not have an open day for fans. If fans want to see the stars on weekdays, they have to show their magical powers across the sea, and they often use all kinds of tricks.

In the long-term battle of wits and courage with the fans, the security guard's string of "class struggle" has become quite tight.

Gao Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said anxiously, "Uncle, it's true that I am a fan, but I really come here to work!"

"Stop talking nonsense, there are some people who work in football clubs who like football!"

Gao Yuan was speechless, what kind of bullshit logic is this! But thinking about it carefully, it seems to make some sense.

Most people in the world hate their jobs. Players, coaches, and club staff are also human beings. They play with football every day. Asking them to love football is the same as asking programmers to love programming, cleaners to love cleaning, and office workers to love football.

It’s as silly as loving Excel spreadsheets!

Even the players are the same. We are all millionaires. In our spare time, we spend time with young models, drive luxury cars, eat, drink and have fun. Who has time to play football?

How many football players in China have a hobby of playing football after get off work?

People who love football don’t engage in this work, and people who don’t love football deal with football every day. Perhaps this is an important reason why Chinese football is not doing well!

These messy thoughts only stayed in Gao Yuan's mind for less than a second before disappearing. Now he has a bigger trouble, which is to explain it to the conscientious uncle Mengang quickly.

"Uncle, it's really my first day at work. If you don't believe it, call the human resources department and ask."

"No need to ask, you must be fake"

"I am real!"

"Fake"

…

The two were having a heated argument when a fiery red BMW M3 two-door sports car sped from a distance and stopped steadily in front of the gate.

"Didi-dip"

The BMW whistled impatiently, urging the doorman to quickly lift the railing of the automatic door.

The guard uncle did not rush to press the button on the remote control. Instead, he trotted to the front of the BMW as if he was seeing a savior.

The car window rolled down, revealing a bright and moving face.

The owner of the BMW has skin as good as snow. He wears a pair of big i sunglasses on his smooth jade face, and a Chanel OL suit that wraps up his graceful figure. In sharp contrast to his fiery figure, he has a cold temperament in his gestures.

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Gao Yuan looked through the lowered car window at the beautiful woman in the car. His eyes immediately straightened at the first sight. I'm going to choke you! What a beauty!

He felt that the beauty in the car was looking at him. Even though he was wearing thick sunglasses and the sun in the sky was still very poisonous, Gao Yuan couldn't help but feel a little cold after being glanced at by this iceberg beauty.

Turns out she is a cold and cold lady!

Although Gao Yuan is determined to marry a fair and beautiful woman, Gao Yuan knows how much he weighs and would never dare to have unrealistic fantasies about such an iceberg beauty.

However, everyone has a love for beauty. Although the beauty of the iceberg can only be viewed from a distance and not played with, it is also good to look at it more to entertain your eyes and relieve visual fatigue.

The beauty in the BMW also noticed Gao Yuan's bold, direct, and even unscrupulous gaze. She frowned slightly and glared at the guy with his mouth open so stupidly that his mouth was almost drooling through the i-lens.

"Director Xiaoyan, this guy said he came to report to us. Is this the case?" the security guard asked the beautiful woman in the car.

The beautiful woman in the car withdrew her gaze and was no longer interested in glancing at him, as if Gao Yuan was a lonely ghost that no one could see, or a pile of smelly dog ​​shit on the roadside. After accidentally taking a look, it was normal.

People will no longer be interested in studying the shape of this pile of shit.

"No, open the door." The cold beauty spoke concisely and without any unnecessary nonsense.

The security uncle got the answer he wanted, and he was in a happy mood. He pressed the remote control happily, and as the railings rose, the red BMW drove into the base quickly.

"Did you hear that? No! What else do you have to say?"

The security uncle looked like a victorious rooster in a cockfight, proudly questioning Gao Yuan with his head held high.

"Who is she? Is she the owner or the head coach of the club? Why should she say she isn't?" Gao Yuan shouted angrily.

The reason why he shouted was because he felt guilty. He now felt that something was wrong.

"Young man, she is the director of the administrative department, do you think what she said counts?" the security guard said proudly.

"Damn, you are the director of the administrative department at such a young age? There must be someone above you!" Gao Yuan cursed angrily.

The security uncle glanced at Gao Yuan with some disdain, and said in a serious tone, "Young man, I am not telling you that there is nothing wrong with pretending. You are not pretending to be a member of the club. I see that you are quite strong, so even if you pretend to be an echelon

Young players are more reliable than this!

Do you know what kind of unit this is? What kind of background do those who can work here have? Take Director Xiaoyan just now, do you know what her father does? I’ll scare you if I tell you! Otherwise

Can people become leaders at a young age?

But, to be honest, Director Xiaoyan is really awesome! A serious returned doctor! He is also very capable at work..."

The security guard talked a lot, but Gao Yuan didn't have the heart to listen patiently. He suddenly thought that he had also come "through the back door". The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his cousin Li Daquan was unreliable, but he was treating a dead horse like a living horse.
Chapter completed!