Chapter 165 Announcement

Klu's mood had been off lately. Some time ago, the paparazzi dug up old dirt about him, saying that he wasn't an orphan at all and that he had a father in a mental hospital. Although this annoyed him, he had to restrain his temper and remain silent when facing the media. Now that he was finally moving up in the club, gradually becoming a key substitute and being selected for the England national team, becoming a national player, more and more Chinese reporters were starting to harass him. During interviews, they would always ask him about his old Shandong home, intentionally or unintentionally reminding him that he was a Chinese, a Chinese person.

Klu knew what they wanted. They wanted him to change his nationality and join the Chinese national team. But he had left China when he was only two years old. Now he couldn't even speak Chinese clearly, and his memories of China were vague, very vague. The only thing he remembered clearly was the sea not far from his home. But you could see the sea in England too, and to him, it was all the same.

Besides, if he changed his nationality and joined the Chinese team, with their level, would it have as much impact as being a national player in England? Not much. How would he become famous? If he didn't become famous, how would he sign better club contracts and commercial sponsorships? If he didn't sign the best contracts, how would he make money? Why would he give up his British nationality and England national team status to switch to Chinese nationality? To join the Chinese national team?

He really couldn't understand what those Chinese reporters were thinking!

England coach Eriksson had already sent the notification to the club. Newspapers, television, and radio had also reported that Klu Lee had been selected for the England team's twenty-five-man roster. If he announced at this time that he wouldn't join the England team but would go to the little-known Chinese team, not to mention the money, the media and fans would drown him in saliva. British national pride and a sense of honor were very strong. Previously, a Turkish national player who played for a Premier League team had become a national enemy of England for swearing at Beckham during a match against the England team. In the end, the club even announced that they would proactively terminate his contract because they couldn't guarantee the player's personal safety while he played for them.

Klu didn't want to become the second him.

There were only two weeks left until the friendly match against Greece. If he let these off-field matters upset him and ruin his form, it wouldn't be worth it. Klu decided not to worry about Chinese nationality or the Chinese national team.

"Klu Lee Makes History!"

"...Chelsea's current rising star midfielder, Chinese player Klu Lee, will be selected for the new England national team and is very likely to be sent on the field in the friendly match against Greece next Wednesday. He will be the first Chinese player in history to be selected for the England national team. Klu Lee was born on April 1, 1988, in Qingdao, Shandong, China. When he was two years old, his whole family immigrated to London, England..." Zhang Jun put down the British newspaper that Li Yan had given him. He could feel the excitement of the British at discovering another genius just by looking at the title.

Things were developing faster than he had imagined. Qiu Zhi was still on the road from Germany to Belgium. By the time he arrived in England, it might be too late. Zhang Jun decided to call Klu, using his relationship as an agent, to convince him.

Since it was a sudden idea, he acted immediately. Zhang Jun picked up the phone next to him, entered the number that Hua Jie had given him, and pressed the call button. Listening to the ringing on the other end, Zhang Jun felt uneasy.

It was always presumptuous to make such a request on the first call. He didn't have much confidence that he could convince someone he had barely met.

To be honest, after watching a few of his game tapes, Zhang Jun also hoped that Klu Lee could become his teammate, but that was wishful thinking. After all, things don't always go as planned.

Would he be annoyed if he got straight to the point? If he didn't, how should he start the conversation? He used to be a hoodlum, so should he be careful with his language to avoid offending him? He shouldn't speak in a condescending tone, should he?

While Zhang Jun was lost in thought, the call connected.

"Hello, Klu Lee." A somewhat rough voice.

Zhang Jun was nervous. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't say them. It wasn't until the other end urged him that he stammered, "I... I'm Zhang Jun. Are you Klu Lee? I think you should have heard of me. We have the same agent." Not knowing what the other end thought of him, Zhang Jun had to start by building a relationship based on their common agent.

"Ah--Zhang Jun! It's you, hello!" Klu's response was surprisingly good. He only felt surprised, not annoyed. "This is the first time I've received a call from you. I've heard a lot from Hua Jie. We should have had a previous encounter, right?"

"Hey, don't mention that!" Zhang Jun felt embarrassed.

Why was he embarrassed? He wasn't the one who stole the wallet. Klu on the other end laughed rather recklessly.

Next, Zhang Jun didn't know how to continue. After Klu finished laughing, there was an awkward silence. Finally, Klu spoke first: "Hey, I know why you called me."

"You know?" Zhang Jun was surprised.

"Yeah, you didn't call to ask me to return your wallet, did you? Haha!" Klu laughed again. After hearing what Hua Jie had said, Zhang Jun couldn't smile when facing Klu, not even a slight smile. He thought Klu would be a very silent and gloomy person. He didn't expect him to be so cheerful.

"This... of course not, forget about that wallet. I'm calling you to..."

"To persuade me to change my nationality and become a member of the Chinese national team, right?"

Although he was a little annoyed that the person he was trying to persuade had stolen his line, Zhang Jun still smiled and said, "You know everything."

"These days, Chinese reporters always bring this up to me. I can even recite their lines. From the moment you suddenly called me, I knew your purpose."

"Since you know my purpose, then it's easier to handle. I'm speaking to you as a Chinese player, asking you to come to the Chinese team and fight alongside us, okay?"

Klu refused very decisively: "No."

"Why?" Zhang Jun was asking the obvious. He knew the reasons for the other party's refusal.

"I have no reason to play for the Chinese team. Although I was born in China and once had Chinese nationality, that was before I was two years old. At that time, I probably couldn't even walk properly. I have no feeling for China, no impression. I received a British education since I was a child. You see, we're even communicating in English now. How can someone who can't speak Chinese and doesn't understand many Chinese customs change their nationality and join the Chinese team? I'm British now, not Chinese. And being in the England team will greatly help my professional football career. My fame will rise, I can get a more lucrative contract at the club, and various commercial sponsorships will come to me. So tell me, Zhang, what benefits will I get from joining the Chinese team?"

Zhang Jun was stunned by the question. He had thought about this question before, and it seemed that there were indeed no benefits. Whether in terms of money or fame, choosing England was better than China. "Uh... it seems... there aren't any..."

"Then why do you think I would give up my England national team status, which is countless times better than the Chinese team, and choose the Chinese team?" Klu laughed again, loudly and recklessly.

Listening to Klu's laughter, Zhang Jun felt very discouraged. He was already lacking in confidence, and now that the other party had retorted like this, what could he use to persuade Klu?

Tell Klu to be patriotic, to put national righteousness first? Don't be ridiculous. Telling that to someone who had received a British education since childhood and couldn't even speak Chinese well would make Yang Pan laugh his head off.

Enticement didn't work, and preaching those empty principles didn't work either... Zhang Jun now realized how foolish he was to naively think he could persuade Klu.

As Klu said, what was his basis?

"So, is there anything else?" Klu on the other end of the phone was already issuing an eviction order.

"Um... no, nothing. Sorry for bothering you. Goodbye!" Zhang Jun hung up the phone as if he were running away. He felt ashamed of his performance. "Sorry, Qiu Zhi, I couldn't help you."

Klu sat at his desk, looking at a photo frame. In the photo, a beautiful young woman was smiling happily. He reached out and picked up the frame, holding it in front of his eyes, staring at the woman in the photo for a long time.

Because his name was on the announced England roster, more and more Chinese reporters had come to him recently, and they were becoming more and more direct. Many people even said bluntly that they hoped Klu would consider restoring his Chinese nationality and playing for his motherland. He didn't care about any of that and naturally refused outright. He couldn't be bothered to say those things that Zhang Jun had said to the reporters. It was their business how they thought of him, and it wouldn't affect him.

But as these things happened more and more, he couldn't help but think about the situation he was facing. Perhaps, as one reporter had said, China hadn't had a good attacking midfielder for a long time, so they were very excited about his appearance. But he was British. It's not like he couldn't be selected for the England team, that he had to go to China. Everything was going smoothly for him now, and his career in England was gradually getting on track.

Why did they have to bother me? Just because I once had Chinese nationality, just because I was born in China?

"Mom, what should I do? Tell me, Mom!"

"You actually took the initiative to persuade him?" Qiu Suhui was on his way to Belgium when he received Zhang Jun's call, which surprised him.

"Uh... I originally wanted to help you, Qiu Zhi. I thought I had met him once, and we have the same agent, so our relationship should be closer, and some things would be easier to say, so... so... but I failed. I couldn't persuade him at all..." Zhang Jun's voice sounded a little dejected.

Qiu Suhui looked at the night sky outside the plane, which was pitch black. He smiled softly, "You idiot, of course you couldn't persuade him, because you're not good with words. So don't take this to heart, I'll take care of it. Now think about your own game."

"I understand. I'm really sorry for not being able to help Qiu Zhi..."

"What are you apologizing for? I'm not blaming you. I appreciate your good intentions, but being a persuader isn't really your forte. Perform well on the field the day after tomorrow, win some glory for me, and that'll be helping me, haha!"

"I will. Then, Qiu Zhi, please say hello to Xiang Tao and Wang Yu for me."

"Don't worry, I will." Qiu Suhui turned off his phone. The Belgian capital, Anderlecht, was not far ahead. The plane was descending, and he could see some of the city's lights through the window, reflecting the starlight in the night sky like a mirror.

Shao Jiayi had a firm foothold as a starter in Munich 1860, but the team still couldn't get promoted to the first division, which made him somewhat discouraged. He was planning to move after the World Cup, but he had been in the second division for too long and lacked visibility. Not many top league teams were interested in him.

This seemed to be a problem that Zhang Jun might also face. If Fiorentina was successfully promoted to the first division, everything would be fine, but if Fiorentina failed and fell short, how many people would remember Zhang Jun, who had been in the second division for half a year? If he wanted to go to the top league, where should he go? He could only hope that he would perform well at the World Cup and attract the attention of major European clubs.

An Ke's situation was different. He had become Dortmund's starting goalkeeper this season and was deeply loved by fans for his passionate performances. But there were rumors that Bayern Munich was planning to take advantage of Dortmund's economic crisis this summer to bring him in to replace Kahn. He was also deeply troubled by these rumors. Qiu Suhui relied on his intuition and believed that these were definitely not rumors. He told An Ke that if Bayern wanted him, he had to go and seize the opportunity.

Xiang Tao and Wang Yu in Belgium, according to his previous understanding, Xiang Tao had already taken the position of starting left back in the first team, but he would often play as a center back, right back, and left winger, having scored three goals and two assists in the Belgian league, which was a very good performance. Wang Yu was still a substitute, but he had opportunities to play.

He didn't need to worry much about these two. What gave him a headache now was Klu Lee's matter. Zhang Jun had taken the initiative to persuade him, but he hadn't succeeded. So what should he do?

Qiu Suhui leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples.

Klu decided to take a shower and go to bed. He lived alone now. Since signing a new contract with Chelsea, the increase in income had allowed him to rent a spacious apartment on his own.

As he was taking off his clothes, his hand touched the necklace on his neck, and his fingers were chilled. He threw the clothes he had taken off on the floor, and then carefully took off the chain and held it in his hand.

Then he stared blankly at the slender 24k gold necklace.

When he had just joined the hoodlum gang, a veteran thug had mocked him for being a sissy, because he would wear an old-fashioned, feminine-looking gold necklace out to fight. As a result, he had disregarded the disparity in strength and punched the acne-faced kid in the face. The end result was that he was beaten up by a group of people, but until they were caught, he was hostile to that acne-faced kid who had mocked the necklace.

Because this was the necklace that his mother had worn.

Now the necklace was broken on one side, and he had tied it with a thin rope.

The necklace and the photo were the only relics of his mother and his past family, carrying his memories.

The sound of water gurgled as the shower head sprinkled warm water. Klu lowered his head and stood in the water, letting the water flow down his golden hair, over his cheeks, and then drip from the tip of his nose and chin to the ground.

He gently bumped his head against the opposite wall, once, twice, three times, four times, five times... on and on.

Mom, what should I do? What should I do? What should I... do?

Klu, who had dried his hair, lay on the bed, holding the necklace in the air and squinting at it. After staring at it for a while, his eyes lost focus on the yellow chain.

The afternoon sun was very bright, blindingly bright. Klu looked away. He held his mother's hand, hoping to cross the street, because there was shade from the buildings there. It wasn't comfortable to be exposed to the sun in the summer. But his mother pulled him back, telling him that he had to cross the street at the crosswalk ahead.

There was a bank ahead. Klu ran a few steps, because there was always cold air blowing out of the bank entrance, and he liked to stand there and enjoy the cool feeling.

But today he was disappointed, because the bank's glass door was tightly closed, and not a trace of cold air was leaking out. Klu looked at his mother and father aggrievedly, and they smiled at him as they walked towards him.

Klu liked his mother's smile the most. To him, that was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

The bank door was suddenly pushed open, and the cold air sprayed out, causing Klu to shiver, but he immediately closed his eyes and began to enjoy it.

Suddenly he felt unsteady and fell to the ground with a thud. When he opened his eyes, he was first blinded by the sunlight, and then he saw in horror that his mother was being dragged into the bank by someone who was holding her neck. He didn't recognize that person, it wasn't his father, because he was wearing a black hood that covered his face, revealing only his eyes and mouth, and he was holding a gun!

Dad tried to save Mom, but the man kicked him back.

What was going on? Klu was stunned. The sound of shattering glass, people screaming, the man shouting, and gunshots...

The police and police cars seemed to have sprung out of the ground, surrounding the entrance of the bank. He didn't know who had pulled Klu and his father back. In front of them was a wall made up of police officers and police cars. Mom was outside the wall, and they were inside the wall.

People were constantly moving, and people upstairs were sticking their heads out to look down. Through this wall, Klu could still see Mom at the entrance of the bank. Her face was bruised, her lips were bleeding, and her eyes were looking around in the crowd in horror, searching. When she saw Klu behind the police, she breathed a sigh of relief and stopped struggling.

Then the police started shouting loudly inside with a loudspeaker, and the criminals inside were also shouting loudly outside, and the guns in their hands still hadn't left Mom's neck.

Dad was crying and shouting desperately, begging those people to let Mom go. Klu didn't know what to do. He didn't even cry, he just stared at Mom with wide, terrified eyes, not even blinking, afraid that Mom would disappear if he blinked.

The police and the robbers were in a stalemate for a long time, and more and more people came to watch the excitement.

Klu still clearly remembered that the sun was very bright and pale that afternoon.

The police negotiation experts were still working hard, but it could be seen that the emotions of the robbers were clearly out of control. Finally, the robbers fired first, and the bullet pierced Mom's neck.

A stream of bright red blood sprayed out of Mom's snow-white neck, which was so terrifying.

Klu finally cried out. He cried very loudly, but no one paid attention to him. Dad next to him didn't cry or shout, he just knelt on the ground, his eyes staring blankly ahead, dumbfounded. His wife's blood was sprayed on the ground, and it was still constantly flowing out of the wound, staining his white t-shirt red.

The necklace that had been hit by the bullet broke in the middle, then flew out and fell to the ground. The golden necklace and the blood on it were shocking.

The robber who had killed the hostage didn't want to live anymore, and was subsequently shot and killed by the police snipers.

When Mom was carried into the ambulance, her hands were cold. Dad grabbed a police officer and shouted at him excitedly. Klu followed behind the doctor, clutching the necklace in his hand. He didn't believe that Mom was gone. He thought that if he went to the hospital for a few days, Mom would get better. Just like when he had a cold and a fever and was hospitalized before.

The hospital wasn't fun at all. Mom, you have to come back soon! I can wash clothes myself, I can fold the quilt, I won't be picky about food, and I won't kick the ball against the wall anymore. I'll go home immediately after school, you have to come back soon, Mom, Dad and I will be waiting for you at home...

The necklace was constantly swaying in the sun, flashing light, bouncing, very dazzling...

Klu found that he was crying again. Every time he thought of the scenes of that day, he would cry. No matter how many times he cursed himself as a coward in his heart, he couldn't change it.

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then refocused his eyes on the necklace. The necklace was still swaying gently.

It had been a long time since he had recalled what happened that day, because he didn't want to touch the most secret wound in his heart.

But today he thought of his mother more than once.

...

"Mom, why are we leaving China? Is it because China is not good?" Sitting on the plane back to London, Klu asked his mother next to him. This was the first time he had returned to China after he was five years old, to attend his grandmother's funeral.

"You little silly, it's because Dad's business needs it! Not all departures are because of dislike."

"I don't understand..." Klu blinked his eyes and frowned.

"You'll understand when you grow up!" Mom gently scratched his nose. "Our home is in Qingdao, Shandong, China, and we'll go back in the future."

"Isn't our home in London? Why do we have to go back?"

"Because Grandpa and Grandma are there, and we'll go back to see them in the future. Yangyang must remember, no matter where we go, China is our motherland."

"Mother...land?"

"Yes, motherland, just like Mom." Mom smiled.

motherland...mother...land...mother...

Mom, is this what you want to tell me?

The motherland is like a mother.

Klu sat up from the bed and put the necklace back around his neck. Then he picked up his mother's picture and just looked at it.

Thank you, Mom. I've decided on the direction I want to go. Before I announce this decision, I want to see Dad. Because of those paparazzi, I haven't been to see her for almost two months. The doctor said he wouldn't live past this year. Mom, please bless him in heaven.

Good night, Mom.

Klu put the photo back and turned off the bedside lamp.

Tomorrow is a round of the Premier League, and then the league will be suspended for a week and a half for the national team to prepare for training. This year is the second international match day, and England's friendly match opponent is Greece.

There was a half-day off this afternoon. Klu packed up and took a bus alone to Kingston in southwest London, where there was a Kingston Nursing Home where his father was.

It was rare to have such good weather in winter in England. The sun was warm on his body. Klu was only wearing a sweater and long jeans, and when he climbed to the top of the small hill where the nursing home was located, he was so hot that he wet his collar.

But he finally arrived. There hadn't been too much trouble along the way, except for the reporters behind him. Klu smugly looked back at the reporters following him, panting like dogs.

Originally, it wouldn't take him so long to come in the past. He had deliberately detoured today, and as a result, there were nearly twice as many mountain roads as usual. He was a player, and this road wasn't anything to him, but the reporters behind him were exhausted.

As long as he entered the gate of the nursing home, he wouldn't have to worry about anything. He was familiar with the director, and the director would lock the gate and ignore the reporters.

Klu saw his father in the old place. He was sitting in a wheelchair, his head weakly tilted to one side, and his hands were constantly shaking.

Klu watched from behind for a while, then sat down opposite his father. His father tilted his head and looked up slightly, his eyes always wandering in the blue sky.

When he first came, he would get angry because of his father's abnormal behavior, but now he was used to his father's appearance. Anyway, his father wouldn't pay attention to anything he said or did, but sometimes, Klu just wanted to say a lot of things to him, a lot of things he wouldn't say to others, talking to himself in front of him as if he were having a conversation, regardless of whether he understood.

"Dad, I haven't come to see you for a while, because I encountered a little trouble. In the twenty-five-man roster that the England team announced last week, my name was on it. This means that I was selected for the England team and became a national player. This was originally a good thing, and you think so too, right? But since then, Chinese reporters have been running to me, always asking me about my memories of my old home in Qingdao. I know what they mean, they all want me to change my nationality and join the Chinese national team. It's ridiculous, isn't it?"

Klu's father still looked up at the sky, twitching from time to time.

Klu laughed at himself and continued to say to his father: "Last night, even the Chinese player who has the same agent as me called to persuade me to join the Chinese team. Dad, what's wrong with this world? I want to make money peacefully, and someone digs up my old accounts. I was selected for the England team, and someone comes to ask me to change back to Chinese nationality. They keep shouting, 'Come on! Come on!', but they can't give me more generous conditions. Why should I go? Dad, you're a businessman, you should know the principle of not doing loss-making businesses, right?"

This time, his father changed his posture, tilting his head from right to left.

"So I refused them all in one breath, telling them not to have any more hope. I thought I did a good job, but yesterday I remembered my mother again, I remembered a lot of the days we spent together. It's strange why I would remember those things yesterday. I haven't recalled them for a long time. Dad, do you remember that year when Grandma died, we went back to our old home in China, and I didn't know any of the relatives at home. I couldn't understand what they were saying, and Mom had to translate for me. The way they looked at me was also strange. I wasn't used to anything from sleeping to eating. At that time, I really didn't have a good impression of my old home, and I didn't want to go back in the future. But on the plane back to England, Mom actually said that we would have to go back, because that was our home, our motherland. But Dad, isn't our home in London? Isn't our nationality British? I thought about it for a long time yesterday, and I couldn't figure out this question. But even so, I still decided to change to Chinese nationality."

This time, his father's attention was attracted by two butterflies chasing each other.

"Wouldn't it be strange that I said contradictory things just now? Because my own heart is still contradictory. I didn't make this decision because I love the country. In fact, I'm not interested in that kind of thing at all. It can't bring me much money, nor can it make me much more famous. But Mom liked her old home so much. She always told me about her childhood in China. I could see that she missed that time very much. Mom always said that she would go back, but now she can't go back. I think even if I make more money now, I can't bring back Mom, but I can still do something for her. Mom can't go back, but I can go back. Even if I wear the Chinese team's jersey, I won't feel proud to serve the country. I still don't have much of a good impression of my old home, but I will try to understand China and like China. This will be difficult. But Mom liked China so much, liked her old home so much. Whenever I didn't change my words and still spoke English at home, she would definitely teach me a lesson. For Mom, the motherland is China, and for me, the motherland is Mom. I only play for Mom, I only change my nationality for her, not for money, and not for patriotism."

"Of course, some fans in England will definitely be angry if I do this, because it was their call that allowed me to enter the national team in the first place. But those things have nothing to do with me. They have the freedom to be angry, and I have the freedom to decide what nationality I am." Klu smiled, "I asked Mom to bless you in heaven, you must live on, Dad. I came to tell you so much nonsense today, and I feel a lot better. I should go back." He looked up at the sky, "Dad, wish me luck. In two days, I don't know what the world will be like."

Klu stood up and stretched: "Goodbye, Dad, take care of yourself."

This weekend's league match was between Chelsea and the promoted team Crystal Palace at home. This could also be considered a London derby, but Mourinho didn't think much of it, because Chelsea and Crystal Palace were too different.

He started Klu in this game, as a reward for his first selection for the England team.

The starter Klu lived up to expectations, not only threatening Crystal Palace's goal with his superb dribbling and passing, but also often cutting in to shoot.

In the thirty-eighth minute, his efforts finally paid off. Klu received Lampard's pass in the penalty area and directly turned around and swept the ball into the goal!

This was his third goal in the Premier League, and also Chelsea's third goal of the game. In the end, Chelsea defeated Crystal Palace, which was in the relegation zone, 5:0. Klu contributed a goal and two assists for the team and was named the best player of the game.

"Stamford Bridge was cheering for one person throughout the game. Klu won the welcome of Chelsea fans with his excellent football skills. This is Klu's game. He has been selected for the England team again. We congratulate him." The host of British Sky TV, Taylor, praised Klu, and to this day he still couldn't forget Klu's first Premier League game. Streetball-like skills and a fiery temper combined to make this person naturally capable of being liked by the media and the public.

"As the best player of the game, let's see what he has to say."

The director cut the picture from the studio back to the scene.

The game had ended, but Stamford Bridge was still very noisy, and the fans' cheers were endless.

Klu Lee, holding a bottle of champagne - the reward for the best player - was being interviewed exclusively by a Sky TV reporter.

"Talk about your feelings, being elected the best player of the game for the first time." The reporter held the microphone to Klu's mouth.

"I'm very excited, this is a recognition of me." Klu's answer was very simple and formulaic. The reporter was obviously not satisfied with Klu only saying so little, she continued to ask: "Then talk about your views on being selected for the England team?"

"I think it's great, to be recognized for my ability by Eriksson. You know, at this time I can't guarantee a starting position at Chelsea. But I have to say sorry to Eriksson, I won't go to the national team training camp on Monday."

Klu's answer surprised the reporter, while Taylor in the studio joked: "April Fool's Day hasn't arrived yet, Klu."

"Sorry, I think I didn't hear clearly just now, the fans' cheers were too loud, and there was some interference..." The reporter expressed her doubts euphemistically.

"Okay, let me make it clear." Klu shook his head, "I have decided to submit an application to the Embassy of the People's Republic of China in the United Kingdom to restore my former Chinese nationality. Since the Chinese government does not recognize dual nationality, I will give up my British nationality and give up the opportunity to become an England national player, join Chinese nationality, and join the Chinese national team."

The female reporter was dumbfounded. In the current English football world, these words were undoubtedly a bombshell.

Klu ignored the stunned reporter on the side and walked straight to the player tunnel.

Taylor in the studio said with a wry smile: "Hey, Klu, April Fool's Day hasn't arrived yet..."

"Klu Lee: I Give Up British Nationality."

"...After making shocking remarks at the end of the game, Sky TV's Taylor thought he was celebrating April Fool's Day early. But after training the next day, Klu held a formal press conference, announcing that he would give up his British nationality and the qualifications of an England national player, and apply to restore Chinese nationality, waiting for the call of the Chinese team coach. He said that making this choice was entirely because of his deceased mother. In addition, it is said that the Chinese team coach has arrived in London... In fact, in international football, changing nationality is common, but since the Chinese side does not recognize dual nationality, Klu Lee's decision makes him unable to play for England again. This fact has angered many fans, who have scolded Klu as a traitor, and even some people have put up banners at the training ground questioning: How much money did the Chinese give you?... I believe he has been under great pressure for these three days..."

This newspaper was the most objective evaluation of the British side that Qiu Suhui had ever seen. He had two more tabloids on hand, and just by looking at the headlines, he could tell how angry the British were.

"We've All Been Deceived!"

"This Is Treason!"

"The Voice of the Fans: He Should Be Kicked Out of Chelsea!"

Qiu Suhui put all the newspapers aside, lowered his head and looked at his watch. It was already 3:40 pm: "We agreed to meet at 3:00 pm..."

"It's not my fault." Klu shrugged, not apologizing to Qiu Suhui for being almost forty minutes late, "I almost couldn't even get out of my house. If those reporters and emotional fans didn't know that the house had a back door, I wouldn't be able to make it to the appointment."

"This reflects your popularity from another side." Qiu Suhui smiled, "What would you like to order?"

"Anything."

"Two cups of Blue Mountain coffee." Qiu Suhui turned his head and said to the waiter on the side. After the waiter left, he smiled at Klu: "I was originally planning to be a persuader, and the rhetoric in my stomach was all prepared, but now I can't use it."

"Rhetoric? The great truth of patriotism?"

Qiu Suhui smiled and waved his hand: "That trick won't work on you. I will only propose to the Chinese Football Association to greatly increase the bonus for the Chinese team to win in the German World Cup, and to enter the top 16, top 8, top 4... bonus."

"Bonus? How much to increase?" As soon as Klu heard the word money, he perked up.

"I don't know yet, because we have to wait for the English FA to announce their bonus distribution plan first."

"Why wait for the English FA?"

"Because I only plan to be a hundred euros higher than England's bonus, haha!" Qiu Suhui laughed, Klu Lee's automatic "surrender" made him feel better than ever.

Klu couldn't help but smile wryly. The coach of this national team was really an interesting person.

After the joke was over, Qiu Suhui decided to get down to business: "From the end of March to the beginning of April, I will bring the Chinese team to Europe to play two warm-up matches. At that time, I will recruit you into the team, so I hope you can guarantee your state. If your state is not good, I won't let you play. Although you play for Chelsea, I can't guarantee that you will definitely be able to play in the Chinese team."

Klu smiled again, this smile had a bit of contempt in it. But Qiu Suhui was not angry, he smiled and said: "Don't underestimate our players, I have said this to Zhang Jun too."

"Zhang Jun? Isn't he in trouble recently?"

"Your information is really closed, he is now Fiorentina's second striker."

"Just a second-tier team..."

"It will be a first-tier team next season." Qiu Suhui smiled and interrupted Klu.

Klu looked at Qiu Suhui's smiling face and finally decided not to dwell on this issue. He changed the subject: "Since I have announced the restoration of Chinese nationality, what are you doing here as a persuader?"

"Well, nothing, I just wanted to get to know each other first, so that we can be more tacit in the future." Qiu Suhui leaned back in his chair and said.

Klu looked at his watch and decided to say goodbye: "Then since there is nothing