Midfielder Ruler

(PS: Thanks to papapa111222 and Messi of the national football team for their rewards, it’s tomorrow! Tomorrow will be number 1! Thirty, brothers and sisters, are you ready?)

Maybe it was because of being too tired, Tang Zheng fell asleep lying on the back of the chair within less than half an hour of chatting with the chatty Father He.

Hearing the slight snoring, Father He, He Mengdi, and Zhao Lina who were not happy with Tang Zheng all subconsciously shook their heads. They had a certain understanding of Tang Zheng's past. They were both students of Datong Middle School, He Mengdi and Zhao Lina is the clearest.

In just one year, the hot kid who had nowhere to go in SH has now become the object of expectation of fans all over the country.

There is no shortcut to success, I believe Tang Zheng's effort in the past year is unimaginable.

An hour later, Father He parked the car on the side of the road in Jianghai Second Village, Nanqiao Town, and then patted Tang Zheng on the shoulder: "Little Tang, you're home."

Tang Zheng opened his eyes in a daze, stretched his waist, saw the familiar street through the window, unbuckled his seat belt, turned his head and said to Father He: "Thank you very much, Uncle He."

"It's okay." Father He shrugged his shoulders and said, and pressed the button to open the trunk by the way: "I think you are quite tired, so go back early and have a good rest."

Tang Zheng didn't show any pretense, got out of the car, and took out the luggage he brought back from Buenos Aires from the trunk.

He closed the trunk with a bang, walked to the front of the car, and waved to Papa He: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." As soon as Father He finished speaking, seeing that Tang Zheng had turned around, he quickly honked the horn, opened the driver's door, and with a pen and paper in his hand, he turned a corner from the front of the car and ran to Tang Zheng, scratching his head with a smile on his face. The back of his head said, "Xiao Tang, can you sign me?"

"Yes, of course." Tang Zheng took Papa He's paper and pen, placed it on his raised thigh, and signed his name with a 'swish'.

The writing is flamboyant, so Tang Zheng is very satisfied with his signature, obviously the practiced signature is not in vain.

"Okay." Tang Zheng pointed to the alley behind him: "Then I'm leaving, and I'll treat you to dinner when I have time."

"Row."

"correct……"

Tang Zheng, who had just turned around, had no choice but to turn back again, feeling dark in his heart, can you finish talking in one go?

But superficial efforts still need to be sufficient, he kept a smile on his face: "Uncle He, what's the matter?"

Father He clenched his fists and waved vigorously at Tang Zheng: "Come on!"

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Tang Zheng hung the backpack on his right shoulder again, pulled the large suitcase with his left hand, and slowly walked towards the place where he had lived for seventeen years.

Now that SH is developing rapidly, even Nanqiao Town is slowly starting to prosper. Fortunately, there is not much development here, so Tang Zheng can find the house, unit number, and room number of his home according to his past feelings. No.

The building they lived in had eight floors, which didn't meet the minimum requirements for building an elevator. Fortunately, their family lived on the fifth floor, and climbing the stairs wasn't hard, so they could exercise properly.

But Tang Zheng has already considered it, he will take his parents to the city to buy a house tomorrow, and then buy a luxury car for his father.

The old Tang family has since stood up!

After nearly a year of systematic training, Tang Zheng was much stronger than at this time last year, and he didn't feel tired even when he was lifting a suitcase weighing several tens of kilograms.

He stepped up the stairs step by step, and quickly reached the fifth floor according to his pace of two steps.

The house on the left side of the stairs is Tang Zheng's house, the door is ajar.

Tang Zheng gently opened the door, and poked his upper body inside. The kitchen was on the right side of the door. He saw his mother Fang Hongping pouring a plate of shredded carrots into the oil pan. The boiling hot oil mixed with the cold water. A crackling sound is produced instantly.

This is a dish that both he and his father Tang Tianhua like to eat - stir-fried beef with shredded carrots.

When he was still thinking about how to say the first line, his father Tang Tianhua's voice came from behind: "Bastard, what are you doing standing at the door? Let me in!"

Tang Zheng thought about the opening speech of going home countless times, but he never thought that his father would appear behind him...

He leaned on the edge of the inner door dully, gave way out of the way, and squeezed out a smile: "Dad, you go in first."

"It's more or less the same." Tang Tianhua crossed the threshold with his head held high, his left hand naturally wiped away the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, and shouted to his wife Fang Hongping in the kitchen: "Honey, my son is back!"

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The family of three sat in the living room, Fang Hongping pinched Tang Zheng's shoulders vigorously, and nodded with satisfaction: "That's right, I'm much stronger."

Tang Tianhua put a large piece of beef and shredded carrots in Tang Zheng's bowl: "How long are you going to stay when you come back?"

Tang Zheng thought for a while and gave an approximate number: "At least four or five days, at most half a month."

"Huh?" Tang Tianhua was a little surprised. He asked Liu Nian a few days ago, and he knew that the next season of the Argentine Spring League will start in mid-August. Counting the preseason preparations, it will be at most half a month. That means Tang Zheng can stay at home at least After a month, he asked suspiciously, "Such a short time?"

Fang Hongping's thoughts were completely on her son Tang Zheng, and the food in the bowl hadn't been touched at all. She really wanted Tang Zheng to stay at home for a while, because she knew that she would have to wait for a long time to see her son next time.

Tang Zheng stuffed the fried beef with carrot shreds in the bowl into his mouth, then took a big mouthful of rice, and said vaguely: "This is what I think, I have just confirmed the main position, and the teammates who were injured in the season will be in the next season. I’m going to come back from injury, the midfield competition is unprecedentedly huge, I have to return to the club for extra training in advance, otherwise it will be difficult to compete with them...uh..."

"Eat slowly, and no one will grab you!" Seeing that Tang Zheng was almost swallowing his food, Fang Hongping quickly got up and patted Tang Zheng's back, and poured a glass of warm water by the way: "You are so grown up, and you are still in such a hurry to eat. "

There is indescribable doting in the eyes.

Tang Zheng chuckled, but didn't speak.

Tang Tianhua silently poured a cup of Erguotou and drank it down: "Yes, it's always good to have goals."

My son has really grown up now, and he knows that he has sacrificed for his dream, unlike those children nowadays who do nothing all day long, miss out in class, and play games during holidays.

A lot of dreams, but without any actual action, a veritable dreamer.

As a father, Tang Tianhua was very relieved, because at this time last year, Tang Zheng gave him a headache.

"Dad, that's right." Tang Zheng ate and drank enough, patted his belly in satisfaction, and turned to look at Tang's father: "Do you have class tomorrow?"

"There are two classes in the afternoon, why?" Father Tang thought for a while.

Tang Zheng stood up, walked around his parents, opened the suitcase, and said, "Tomorrow we will go buy a house."

"Buy a house?" Papa Tang and Mama Tang exclaimed in unison.

Now the housing prices in SH are soaring, the average price of Nanpu is 28,000, the average price of Putuo is 25,000, the average price of Taopu is slightly less 14,000, Hongkou is 26,000, and even the unit price of new buildings in Nanqiao Town Both are more than 10,000, which means that buying a house can cost millions!

Tang Tianhua taught all his life, and most of the money was spent on Tang Zheng, who played football. Until now, he had saved less than 100,000 yuan. It is estimated that the down payment is not enough...

Tang's mother coughed lightly, and said in the softest voice possible: "Zhengzi, it's good for our family of three to live here, why waste money? If you have money, save it, and save it to marry a wife in the future."

"Mom!" Tang Zheng rolled his eyes at his mother who had been frugal all his life, and took out the limited edition LV bag from the suitcase and put it on the dining table: "I bought it in Buenos Aires for six hundred dollars. For our forever eighteen-year-old mother!"

"How old is it? Just spend money randomly." Tang's mother runs the breakfast shop, and she is very good at calculating. She knows that according to the current exchange rate, more than 600 US dollars is more than 4,000 yuan, and she feels a little pain in her heart.

"This money, you should spend what you earn, and it will easily depreciate if you keep it." Tang Zheng put the Armani suit in the suitcase into Father Tang's hands: "Dad, this is the world famous Armani I bought for you. "

Regarding the price, he deliberately lowered his voice: "It cost me more than a thousand dollars, dear dad."

Looking at the exquisite suit, Tang's mother started to complain again: "Another waste of money."

"How about this, mom... I'll tell you the truth, do you know the annual salary of my renewed contract with the club?" Tang Zheng interrupted Tang's mother's complaint.

"I don't know." Mother Tang shook her head.

Tang Zheng turned around and sat back to the position just now, propped his chin and looked at his parents, and said slowly: "Two million four hundred thousand Argentine pesos."

Tang's father, who has always been calm, was taken aback for a moment, let alone Tang's mother, who is used to thrift.

Although they didn't know the exchange rate between the Argentine peso and the Chinese yuan, they felt like they were dreaming when they heard the figure of more than two million.

Looking at his parents who were in a dull state, Tang Zheng didn't even have the nerve to say that there was a signing fee of 800,000 Argentine pesos for the renewal of the contract...

It was Tang's father who reacted quickly and asked, "How much is converted into RMB?"

"More than five million!"

"What?" Father Tang and Mother Tang were shocked again.

"More than five million." Tang Zheng repeated it lightly.

Mother Tang got up quickly, opened the door and looked at it, and closed the door again after making sure that no one was eavesdropping. Then she leaned back in front of her son and stretched out five fingers with a very surprised expression: "More than five million yuan? RMB?"

"Yes." Tang Zheng smiled and nodded again: "More than five million yuan, RMB!"

More than 5 million RMB is considered a millionaire. You can buy a three-bedroom apartment in the most prosperous place in SH, with a golden floor and the kind that is transparent from north to south.

And after buying the house, there is still a lot of money left over...

Mama Tang deserves to be the owner of a breakfast shop with less than 30 square meters in charge for more than ten years, and everything related to money is pretty close.

"So, my dear parents, you can now relax and play in the world. You have worked so hard for me in the past eighteen or nine years. Now is the time for me to repay your kindness in nurturing you." Tang Zheng patted Chest, said proudly: "The next thing you have to do is to help me spend money, spend hard, spend hard, especially Mom, if you save me, I will be in a hurry with you!"

"No one is right!" Tang's mother gave her son a blank look, her eyes were full of love.

But neither she nor her husband Tang Tianhua objected, after all, this was a filial piety from her son Tang Zheng!

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