Chapter 17

Q5……

Cai Jin's grand gift finally arrived.

He did not go back on his word.

The extravagant Cai Jin really sent Liu Hao a Q5.

Although it was a bet, did it really have to be taken so seriously?

The wish to play soccer had already been fulfilled, and he was already quite grateful. Was he really going to accept Cai Jin's grand gift?

Although they were old friends for over a decade, Liu Hao was not so greedy as to have such luxurious desires.

Liu Hao then called Cai Jin, but still couldn't get through.

If he really took the Q5 home, it would definitely shock his wife. And if his colleagues at work found out that he had such a fancy car, how would they look at him?

Just thinking about it made him feel terrified.

He decided to temporarily not pick up the car and wait until he could contact Cai Jin.

Or perhaps…

Convert it into RMB, how valuable it would be! Rich people really don't know the value of daily necessities!

No, rich people don't even know what daily necessities are.

Driving his current 1.2-liter Haifei, he felt so free and easy. Suddenly driving a Q5, he imagined that driving through Yinghua Road, many female students would be peering out of their windows. The pressure would be too great…

The matter of the gift was put on hold, and he didn't rush to claim it. But there was something Liu Hao needed to pay attention to.

Two weeks ago, the company's team had excluded him from the Yinzhou Super League, and he thought he had said goodbye to this year's matches.

But after returning, he got another chance.

It wasn't the company's leadership who added his name, but his friends who organized a team to participate.

To be able to participate in time, he needed to submit two one-inch white-background color photos to the Yinzhou Football Association.

The so-called Yinzhou Football Association was actually just a civilian organization, with its official office temporarily set up in a sports goods store on Construction Road.

Inside, there was only one table, but it clearly displayed a sign that read "Yinzhou Football Association."

In fact, the real purpose of the table was to serve as a cash register, and the Football Association benefited from the sports goods store…

Today, it was quite lively here. Many people were holding soccer uniforms and shoes, but after buying them, they didn't leave immediately. Instead, they gathered around the computer.

They were chattering away.

If they were girls, it would be fine. What could girls do? They would probably be shopping online or swooning over Korean heartthrob Lee Min-ho…

But a bunch of men chattering? They couldn't possibly be watching porn on QVOD.

"Reward for a ticket to the 2014 UEFA Champions League final and a round-trip ticket! This guy is really worth it."

"Even if we get the ticket and the flight, we can't go. We might starve to death at Wembley Stadium."

"I think I've seen him somewhere."

"Of course, on TV."

"No, I mean in Yinzhou, at the Chao Yue Stadium!"

"Seems familiar? I also feel like I've seen him before…"

Hearing everyone's discussion, Liu Hao became interested and wanted to squeeze in to see what was going on.

The fat man's body was wide, making it easy to take up space. He easily poked his head in.

At that moment, he was stunned.

Wasn't that his profile?

"Reward notice?!"

Taking advantage of the others not noticing, he quickly pulled his big head out from the crowd, his forehead already drenched in sweat.

Who was so bored as to issue a reward notice?

A ticket to the UEFA Champions League final and a round-trip ticket?! The price was really high!

He didn't even submit the photos, pulled up his coat collar, lowered his head, and prepared to leave quietly.

Although the photo showed long hair, if someone really mistook him for Liu Xiaopang, the person who issued the reward would definitely come to verify…

A super player in the Yinzhou amateur league?

Liu Hao was both excited and worried.

Bang!

Just as he walked out the door, he bumped into someone…

"Hey! You look just like that guy!"

Damn, he was recognized so quickly! Liu Hao stopped in shock.

"What?"

"The Liu Xiaopang on the internet." The man said in surprise, "Everyone who plays soccer knows that the Sports Weekly has issued a reward notice to find the mysterious Liu Xiaopang."

"Oh! You mean him? I was thinking he might be my long-lost brother. Actually, I was planning to impersonate him and claim the reward…"

Everyone heard their conversation and immediately swarmed over, surrounding Liu Hao.

"Looks like it! Really like it! You can impersonate him, just wear a wig…"

Liu Hao felt a chill down his back.

How did you know I wear a wig…

"Could it really be…?" Some people were already 80% convinced.

Others exchanged glances, as if they already considered Liu Hao a real suspect and were about to go to the police station to claim the reward.

Some people even took out their phones and secretly took photos…

Liu Hao didn't know whether to stay or leave, and didn't know what to say.

"Rat? You're here! Did you bring the photos?"

Fortunately, a savior appeared at this moment.

He didn't expect to meet the new team leader Hu Zhiye here…

"Brother Three, look, they all think I'm a soccer star. If you hadn't come, I would have been taken to claim the reward, hahaha." Liu Hao immediately seized the opportunity, laughed, and joked, while taking out the photos from his pocket.

"What? If you were Liu Xiaopang, I would walk backwards…" Hu Zhiye burst into laughter, as if it was the funniest joke in the world.

Phew! Liu Hao breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that Hu Zhiye hadn't seen him take free kicks, or he might have thought the same.

Thinking about it, he was also glad that he had practiced free kicks at night when it was quiet. If he had practiced in public, it would have been a disaster.

The power of the internet media is truly terrifying…

"This guy is on our team. He usually runs no more than a thousand meters, for no more than five minutes. His passing always goes to the third point, his shots always go to the fifth point outside the goal, and his ball control is at a distance of ten meters. His technical level is 0.5…" Hu Zhiye continued to 'defame' Liu Hao, making everyone lose interest and look at Liu Hao's face with disappointment.

After the crowd dispersed in disappointment, Hu Zhiye and Liu Hao walked together.

"Rat… you're not really…"

Liu Hao's hair stood on end again, not expecting that Hu Zhiye's words were just to placate everyone… even he thought Liu Hao was Liu Xiaopang!

"Brother Three, we've been friends for over twenty years. Do you think if I had such strong soccer talent, I would have led the Chinese team to the world stage decades ago?"

"True, but nothing is absolute. I remember half a year ago, Dabao Bin said you scored two corner kicks in a match. Thinking about it, it seems to have some connection…" Hu Zhiye said, unable to resist glancing at Liu Hao's fat face again.

Hu Zhiye was already exceptionally tall, with fierce eyes, making Liu Hao feel a bit intimidated.

When you have something to hide, you feel a bit guilty.

What you fear will come to pass. It turned out Hu Zhiye also knew about the two corner kicks.

"That's because the goalkeeper was short and couldn't reach the crossbar…"

"Oh…" Hu Zhiye nodded meaningfully, "I see."

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