Chapter 29: Three Thousand Dollars Stumps Kong Zhen

  At Madrid Barajas airport, the bald Valdes was pointing at a little guy and asking Eto'o and Ronaldo if they knew who he was.

  "Ronaldinho shook his head and said, "Huh? Don't know him! No impression!" Puyol had been looking down, not knowing what to think, but when he heard them discussing, he looked up. Suddenly delighted! Haha laughed and said: "This is the new star of the second team!" Suddenly shouted loudly: "Hey! Messi! Messi! Over here! Messi....."

  By the way, Messi is a surname. In Western culture, the first name comes before the surname, which represents respect for oneself. Close friends are also called by their first names, such as Li Xiaoteng, and close calls are also first names! Messi's full name is Lionel Andres.

  With his head down on the phone, Messi comforted Anto?ela and raised his head to see Valdes' shiny bald head in the distance, like a beacon guiding the way through the crowd. The dazzling sight was indescribable. And Ronaldinho's wild donkey-like appearance, Ottorino's charcoal-black skin, plus Kars and Puyol's messy long hair. The group looked incredibly strange as they walked together, despite their simple disguises. But in Messi's eyes, each of them was a great god, and being surrounded by the aura of so many great gods made his walk even more effortless.

  He exchanged a few words on the phone and hurriedly hung up. He walked over quickly.

  Messi nodded hastily and greeted the four. Puyol, seeing that neither Ronaldinho nor Eto'o knew Messi, hastened to introduce him: "This is our little brother from Barcelona who has been trained since 2000. In the second team he was praised as the most promising new star! I heard that he might be called up to the first team soon! He's a very good forward player."

  Baldy nodded his big head and said, "The young man has grown taller again. Is your illness better?" Messi scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Thank you, Brother Baldy, for your concern. My illness is much better now!"

  Eto'o suddenly realized: "He is Messi! Haha, I've really heard of him!" Puyol nodded and said: "He's a legend for us Barca! At the age of 5, Messi started playing football in the local Grandoli club, and his coach was his father, Old Messi. At the age of 7, this little guy was already highly praised by the Newell's Old Boys team. But at the age of 11, Messi was diagnosed with a growth hormone deficiency, which would hinder his bone growth. His family's economic conditions could not afford the treatment costs for Little Messi, but due to his talent being spotted by our Barca's Rexach, he brought him to Nou Camp in 2000, and Messi's family moved to Europe."

  Actually, Puyol introduced Messi mainly for Ronaldinho to hear, Argentina and Brazil are close. They can also be considered as neighbors, and they are in the same team. This old good man Puyol naturally hopes that Ronaldinho and Messi can get along well.

  Ronaldinho nodded thoughtfully. He stretched out his hand to Messi and said, "I am..." Messi hastily grasped his idol's hand, holding it tightly and saying, "Brother Ronaldinho, you are also my idol! You are also my goal to strive for!"

  Ronaldinho smiled awkwardly and said, "Hehe, the Yangtze River's rear waves push forward, the front waves are beaten to death on the beach! I'm under a lot of pressure!"

  Pu Yuel was a bit helpless and shouted in his heart: "Li Jia's eldest son, do you dare not to be so perverted? Would Ronaldinho say that?"

  Looking at Messi still tightly holding Ronaldinho, he hurriedly said: "Little Messi, what did you come to Madrid for?"

  Messi hastily let go of his hand and said: "Oh, I came to see my girlfriend Antonella. She's on a business trip in Madrid..."

  Pu Yue smiled and said, "There's a private gathering tonight, all friends from the circle, coincidentally I ran into you, I'll take you to see the world, it will be very beneficial for your future!"

  Messi's heart skipped a beat, he felt like he had just run 1000 meters, his forehead slightly sweating as he said nervously: "Gathering? Really? That's great! Thanks Puyol big brother ~ ! But ... but ..."

  "Idiot! What's wrong with you? Such a great opportunity! Puyol didn't invite outsiders when he came! Don't even know how to seize a good chance?"

  "But...I need to call my girlfriend and ask for a leave!"

  All heroes in the world become heroes or achieve great success through their own efforts and struggles. In Mozi's "Self-cultivation" chapter, it is said: "Achieving success and fame, reputation cannot be false."

  Many people envy the second generation, but among their ancestors, who didn't achieve success through their own hard work? There's no such thing as a free lunch! News of dropped buns or sugar cubes has happened before. But the tragedy is that they were all dropped because the plane leaked!

  Messi was recognized by the four great gods through his own efforts and talent! And on the land of China, there is a loser guy who is worried about 3,000 yuan.

  Kong Zhen, the descendant of Confucius in over 70 generations. The kind that can be found in the family tree, a proper and legitimate grandson. In the Kong family, there are those who have mixed well with others, and some have become prominent families with large mansions in Lu State. However, there are also those who have fallen on hard times and live in ordinary apartments.

  Kong Zhen is the son of an ordinary family living in a single apartment. Kong Zhen's father is not one of those rich second-generation dads, but just an average person who enjoys the country's five social insurances and housing fund, that's all! In order to let Kong Zhen attend university, his family has spent everything they have, using all their strength to support Kong Zhen's studies. They've almost reached the point of borrowing money to get by every day.

  After all, Lude is an inland city in Huaxia, not a big coastal city, with limited income and limited job opportunities. Kong Zhen held a diploma, bumped into the wall several times, and couldn't find his ideal job. Dissatisfied with the cruel reality of living in Lude, he bid farewell to his parents and came to Beijing. He wanted to create his own world.

  But can one really soar to great heights just by coming to the capital? Kong Zhen is feeling very stifled right now.

  Beijing's night, bright and prosperous. If it were Luoyang, the shops would have closed long ago. It is rare to see people coming and going on the streets. But in front of Dongsi Pailou and Oriental Plaza in Beijing, prosperity remains...

  Kong Zhen had been silently holding hands with his girlfriend Zhang Na for several hours. The weather in Beijing in April was still very cold after nightfall. Shivering and trembling with cold, Zhang Na looked at Kong Zhen with a chilly face and said: "Say something! Do you want to pretend to be mute?"

  Kong Zhen felt that he was really not a man, his girlfriend's family lived in the vast northwest, and the phrase "cold kiln and tile cave" was not an exaggeration to describe Zhang Na's home. Originally, Zhang Na had excellent physique and looks, but due to a piece of paper (diploma), she couldn't find a good job and could only work as a cashier at a supermarket. If we consider income alone, one person's monthly salary was already equivalent to the income of a wealthy family in the northwest.

  But in the impoverished northwest, a place where one cannot afford to be born, hurt, live, die, get married or fall ill. Zhang Na's father fell ill, and after rummaging through every corner of their home for half a day, they could only scrape together 500 yuan, which was still not enough to fill the gap. Zhang Na's mother thought of Zhang Na who worked in Beijing. After sitting on an ox cart for half a day and crossing two mountains, she arrived at the county town and made a phone call to Zhang Na!

  "Speak up! I don't have enough money on me now, rent and utilities are all paid by me! What about you? What do you do all day? A broken private enterprise! Only two hundred more than me a month! You're still a university graduate. Are you ashamed?"

  The sharp and piercing words were like a huge boulder pressing on Kong Zhen's chest, making him feel suffocated! In a weak voice that was barely louder than a mosquito's buzz, he said: "I've also contributed to the household expenses... You're not unaware of how high the prices are in the capital city..."

  "How dare you! Are you a man? Tell me, how will I pay for my father's medical expenses?" Zhang Na shouted at the top of her lungs.

  "I only have 500 yuan on me. I'll give it all to you, try to save some money and send it back home first..." Before he could finish speaking, a loud slapping sound was heard, and Kong Zhen stared blankly, covering his cheek with his hand.

  This slap wasn't very painful, but Kong's heart really hurts...

  Zhang Na's tears rolled around in her eyes several times, but she still couldn't hold them back and they fell down. Choking with sobs, she said: "At that time, my colleague told me that I wouldn't be happy following you, I never believed it, never... Today I really believe it! So you're really such a useless man! Why are you so useless? Three thousand yuan! Just three thousand yuan! You can't even take out three thousand yuan! What am I doing following you? Don't come back tonight! Tomorrow when I go to work! Pack your bags and leave, don't let me see you again!"

  Kong Zhen covered his face with his hands, his chest was so suppressed that he could hardly breathe! Looking at Zhang Na who was trembling and getting farther away from him, but he didn't have the courage to chase after her.

  Kong Zhen wanted to cry! But he couldn't shed a tear. His bright red eyes made Kong Zhen feel like his eyes were stinging and hard to open!

  What is Kong Zhen thinking in his heart now? Will the loser have a day of counterattack? Absolutely not, Kong Zhen wants to find someone to borrow 3,000 yuan quickly! A man can run naked! But he can't lose face in front of his girlfriend!

  Antonella sat in the café, stirring her mocha coffee with one hand and holding the phone lazily with the other, listening to Messi's constant apologies. Her eyes were slightly welling up with tears. She muttered: "You said you'd come find me now, but now you're telling me you have something on? I'm flying to Argentina tomorrow! What am I supposed to do?" Messi's low voice was filled with embarrassment as he said: "I heard that your favorite Becham is also attending tonight... I really want to go... I'll make it up to you tonight, can you open the room and tell me the address? I'll fly over as soon as I'm done, okay?... Just this once, my little treasure, Antonella..."

  "Alright, just this once, but you have to find Beckham and get me a signed jersey back..."

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