Chapter 223 Bricklayer

Boulogne-sur-Mer, a city located in the northwest of France, is the largest fishing port in France, and is separated from the UK by the English Channel.

The seawater enters Boulogne from the English Channel, dividing the city into two parts, east and west. The east is the residential and commercial area, the west is the port and freight area, and the west is Le Portelle and Matreau, where the rich live.

Although the economy of Boulogne has not been very good in recent years, there are more and more rich people. These outsiders buy land and build villas in this city, buy yachts, and park them at the port. Looking from the bridge connecting the east and west urban areas of Boulogne, the white flowers are all toys and yachts of the rich.

Therefore, many young people in Boulogne do not like these outsiders. They all think that these outsiders have robbed the locals of their opportunities, the land that originally belonged to them, the opportunity to make a fortune that originally belonged to them, and the most beautiful women here.

Therefore, almost every day, some people are arrested for throwing stones at the yachts of the rich, but the people here do not think that this is a crime at all. On the contrary, many people think that those who dare to throw stones at yachts are heroes.

"Everyone, look, the Brownie kid has been arrested!"

Accompanied by the shouting of a sharp-eyed person, a cheer suddenly came from the old pickup truck that was about to pass through the bridge. Although the people sitting in the car were a group of middle-aged people in their thirties and forties, when they saw the security guards at the yacht dock catch a young man who was struggling to resist, they couldn't help but get excited.

"Hey, nigger, take your dirty hands off me!"

"Let go of our hero, don't touch him, I'm warning you!"

"Brownie's hero, push him into the river, let them all see how powerful you are!"

The pickup truck driver was an ugly guy with a shocking scar on his face. Although he deliberately grew thick black beards on his upper lip and lower jaw, it was easy to tell from his eyes and expression that he was not really old, but was just pretending to be old.

When everyone was making a fuss about the Brownie kid being arrested, he just glanced casually and continued to drive his car. He had no intention of staying on the bridge. Instead, he stepped on the accelerator and drove the pickup truck that had not been repaired and maintained for who knows how many years.

"The Brownies' kid is really awesome, so cool!"

"That's right, I've always disliked this kid since he was a kid, and he's really wild when he grows up, I like him, haha~~"

Even after passing the end of the road, the people in the front and back seats, as well as in the back compartment, were talking loudly.

"I say, little boss, do you dare to go up and throw a stone?" A middle-aged man sitting in the front row asked with a smile.

The scarred young man turned his head and grinned, revealing a mouthful of uneven teeth, "What's the point of throwing a stone? It's just a game for children. If I become a professional player, hehe..."

"Buy the biggest yacht and park it at the dock!" Two or three people in the back row immediately started to make a noise, followed by a burst of laughter.

"I say, little boss, you'd better not think about playing football anymore. If you keep playing like this, sooner or later your boss won't even let you do the job of moving bricks. By then, you won't have enough to eat for three meals a day, and maybe Wahiba won't want you anymore!"

A group of people were joking recklessly, and there was another round of laughter.

The young man was not angry, and he smiled, "You bunch of country bumpkins who have never seen the world, wait and see, I will definitely go out and try again. If I get a chance, you all be careful!"

A group of workers didn't seem to believe it, and they all laughed.

They are all a group of hard-working construction workers who make money by selling their labor. Although the salary is very good because no one is willing to do this kind of hard work now, it is difficult for them, who have a low level of education, to save any money. They often work day by day and live from day to day.

Life is like that. Anyway, you won't starve to death, and you can't get rich no matter how hard you work, so just make do with it!

The small boss they were talking about was the son of the boss of the construction company. Although he was a small boss, the construction company was too small, so he couldn't expect to get a contract. He usually just picked up some trivial jobs, which were jobs that the real construction companies were unwilling to do or take. So the small boss had to do it.

Sometimes they even joked that if the boss didn't do the work himself, he might not earn as much as the workers.

Because the company was not big, it was easy for everyone from the boss and his son to the ordinary workers to get along well.

After a round of boasting and firing, they passed the freight terminal and came to a small villa in Matero.

Although they cursed the rich and threw stones at the yachts of the rich, in fact, they still had to make money from the rich, such as building houses for them.

"Why are you so late? You're late again!" The on-site commander of the construction site came over as soon as he saw them get out of the car, with a slightly unhappy tone. This group of thorns was really troublesome. If it wasn't difficult to recruit workers now, he really wanted to replace them all.

"There's a traffic jam on the road!" The scarred young man seemed to be very good at dealing with such situations, and he blocked the road with a casual remark.

"Don't worry, we'll just have to get things done quickly!"

"That's right, what are you afraid of? Anyway, it won't delay your construction schedule!"

A group of people laughed and didn't care. As they talked, they took off their shirts one by one and started to work.

"It's better to be fast, but the quality must be guaranteed. Don't mess around!" The on-site commander didn't say much.

"I know!" The scarred young man smiled and walked past the on-site commander, "Pier, you are so responsible. When I make money to build a house, I will definitely find you and pick on your faults!" After saying that, he seemed to predict that the on-site commander would kick him, and ran away like a fly.

Not to mention, this kid is very fast and flexible. He ran away before the kick.

"Before you got married, I let you do it. Now that you are married, if you dare to run out again, your father will break your legs!" Pier laughed and scolded. He and the scarred young man's father have been friends for many years.

"It's better to break your legs. You don't have to move bricks or work. You can sit at home and have food. How comfortable!" When he said this, the scarred young man had already run to the brick pile.

Although these construction workers like to talk nonsense, each of them still has a strong professional ethics. When it is time to work, they all follow the rules very well, because they have no education and have no way out without selling their physical labor. If you don't work hard even for physical labor, don't expect anyone to hire you in the future.

The scarred young man quickly picked up the bricks from the pile of cement bricks and put them into the bucket cart. His hands moved quickly and soon the bucket cart was full. Then he was seen pushing the bucket cart into the house alone. He pushed the potholes along the way by himself.

After entering the house and reaching the place, he lifted the bucket cart arm up and dumped the full truck of cement bricks directly. The scarred young man was already sweating profusely, and the sweat on his naked upper body could not help but flow down.

"Take your time, Frank, don't be so anxious!" The worker who was mixing cement slurry said with a smile.

"It's okay, I'm fine!" The scarred young man named Frank smiled, wiped the sweat from his face, pulled the empty truck out, and he had to quickly load another one in.

Although he was very tired and sore, he never thought of giving up because he had a dream, which was to run away from home again to pursue his dream of becoming a football player. He hoped to be like the hero of this city, Papin, who made achievements by playing football.

Papin, the pride of everyone in this coastal city, is also the most talented star in France after Platini. He is also the goal and object that Frank has wanted to catch up with since he was a child. It is because of this goal that even if he was abandoned by Lille, even if he did not get a chance in Boulogne and Alès, he did not give up at all.

He had a rough fate. After being fired by Lille, he returned to Boulogne and represented Boulogne in the French National League, which is the third season of the French league, divided into zones. But even so, even though Frank performed very well in the year he represented Boulogne, he still could not prevent Boulogne from being relegated from the third season of the league.

Because he didn't want to play those irregular amateur games, Frank left his hometown and went to Ales in southern France to play in the French National League on behalf of Ales, a semi-professional team. Unexpectedly, the team owed wages for a long time, and in the end, Frank didn't even have the money to go home in Ales, let alone living.

In the end, it was his father who helped him to go home and held a wedding for him and his girlfriend Wahiba, hoping that he could stay in Boulogne and do his job peacefully, and take over his business in the future, which didn't look good, but could support his family, and stop dreaming of becoming a star.

But in the heart of the scarred young man, he never thought of giving up. In his opinion, he was just unlucky. As long as he waited for a chance, he would be able to soar to the sky. He was full of confidence in his own strength.

Although working on the construction site was not very long, it was very tiring and the work intensity was very high.

Although it was just moving bricks back and forth like this, the physical consumption was very huge. The scarred young man was already exhausted and panting, but he just kept comforting himself, treating moving bricks as physical training to comfort himself. As long as he was on the football field in the future, he would definitely have a stronger physique than anyone else, better physical confrontation, and sharper speed.

Perhaps such self-consolation was really useful, and he survived day by day.

Until today, his former coach in Boulogne came to the construction site with two people at noon.

A man and a woman, but everyone only looked at the daughter, not the man, because the woman was so beautiful, as beautiful as Venus. Everyone saw her in this hot summer as if they had returned to spring. Everyone swore that this woman was definitely more beautiful than Sophie Marceau.

The men at the scene stared straight at her, but the woman didn't seem to care about being seen at all. Instead, she showed a charming smile under the parasol, as if a stream of cool ice spring was injected into the hot summer.

"Frank!" The French coach who came to the scene with Ye Qiu and Eliza shouted loudly.

Everyone woke up immediately and looked at the topless boss, and then saw the scarred young man Frank Ribery walking out of the house, "What's the matter?" There was no respect for the coach that students should have in his tone.

Of course, some people keep their respect in their hearts.

Ye Qiu and Eliza looked at each other, both of them were a little surprised, especially Eliza, who looked at Ye Qiu with her watery eyes, as if she could speak and asked, this naked upper body was sweating profusely. is the player you're looking for?

She absolutely dared to swear that Ribery at this moment was not even remotely comparable to a professional player!

Ye Qiu nodded solemnly, walked over, stretched out his hand, "Hello, Frank Ribery."

"Do you know me?" Ribery was a little surprised. He wanted to shake hands with Ye Qiu, but found that his hands were dirty. He immediately wiped his trousers vigorously, but it was obvious that he couldn't wipe them clean no matter how hard he wiped them. Ye Qiu didn't mind at all and still held hands with him. This surprised Ribery and his liking for Ye Qiu suddenly increased.

Sometimes a little detail may change one person's first impression of another person.

"My name is Ye Qiu, the head coach of the Premier League team Chelsea. Have you heard of my team?" Ye Qiu asked with a smile.

"Of course, I paid attention to the newspapers!" Ribery obviously remembered.

Ye Qiu was satisfied with his answer, which would save him a lot of trouble, "I worked at Ajax before. You know, Ajax has the most complete scouting system in Europe. When you work at Boulogne We had paid attention to you when we were there, but then you went to Alais and our scouts didn’t think highly of your performance at Alais, and you were already 20 years old.”

Ye Qiu's words were reasonable and Ribery couldn't find any problem with them.

"But I personally think that this shouldn't be a problem, so I came here specifically to ask, are you interested in playing in the Premier League?"

"Premier League?" Ribery could understand it at first, but the longer he heard it, the more he felt that every word Ye Qiu said was like a gong in his ears, making him almost deaf. Some people don't understand, or they understand, but their brains can't turn around for a while.

"Yes, Premier League, Chelsea!" Ye Qiu repeated with a smile.

Ribery understood this time, but he stared at Ye Qiu with a playful smile, "Are you kidding me?"

Ye Qiu was stunned, "Are you kidding me?"

"Yes, look what I look like now? Think about it again, I played in Boulogne and Ales before. If I performed well, why didn't anyone take notice of me? Suddenly, you, Tangtang The head coach of Chelsea in the Premier League came up to me and told me to go to England..." At this point, Ribery cursed angrily, "Stop playing with me, Mr. Premier League!"

Even though he said this, his eyes were still looking at Ye Qiu, as if he was expecting something.

Perhaps, this sudden pie made him feel at a loss, made him feel scared and hesitant, because he didn't know whether what he saw in front of him was true or false, and he didn't know if he would go to the Premier League. Will it just be a repeat of what happened to Alais?

"I said, what's wrong with you? Why are you swearing?" Eliza felt very sorry for Ye Qiu.

"I..." Ribery, like all men, couldn't see a beautiful woman and was immediately speechless.

Is it possible that he still wants to have a verbal battle with Eliza?

"It's okay!" Ye Qiu pulled Eliza's hand. He expected it, and he himself is not a person who hates other people's bad habits. Those are only for picky gentlemen. He didn't have them because he was once poor. It was grassroots once.

"Maybe you can't believe it yet, but I have proven my sincerity. If I am just to play with you, then you are overestimating yourself, Frank, because playing with you will not make me fly from London to France." , traveled to several places before arriving at Boulogne.”

Having said this, Ye Qiu smiled again, "The fact that I can come here has proven everything. As for whether you believe it or not, I can't control it. I have a phone number here, and I can give you a chance. The opportunity to play in England, as for whether you dare to try and whether you can succeed, I can't guarantee it!"

After saying that, Ye Qiu handed a piece of paper with Eliza's phone number on it to Ribery's hand, then thanked the French coach who led the way, and left the construction site with Eliza.

"Do you really think he can become a professional player?" Eliza doesn't doubt Ye Qiu's vision, but thinks this is a bit too sensational. After all, Ribery looks ugly now, and he is also a physical prostitute. construction worker.

Ye Qiu actually smiled and said, "Trust my intuition, Eliza, the most unreliable thing in this world is your own eyes, because they can easily deceive your brain and prevent you from discovering the pearl under the dust."

Eliza sneered after hearing this, "You act like a philosopher, pretending to be a ghost!"

Her coquettish and charming appearance nearly stunned the driver in the front seat, who was secretly looking at her through the rearview mirror.

"I can only say that he has a chance to become one of the best players in the world!" Ye Qiu said confidently.

Even now, Ye Qiu still says that he has a chance. Whether he can do it depends on Ribery himself. After all, Ye Qiu's arrival has completely changed his past trajectory. How far can he go? Ye Qiu was not sure about joining Chelsea.

As a head coach, the only thing he can do is wait and be patient.