Chapter 75: Are You Hero Chen?

The 36-year-old Zhong Dajun was a very curious person, which may be why he chose to become a reporter. He was also a die-hard football fan, which may also be the reason why he finally chose to be a sports reporter.

He was interested in many things, and watching things was something he often did.

Maybe he'd find some news clues?

Yes, how many big news stories could a reporter encounter in his lifetime? More news was hidden in the streets and alleys of the city. Although he liked to show off as a reporter, he was more likely to go out and search for news in person. Unlike some of his colleagues, who just stayed in the office waiting for others to call to report the news, or directly copied news from other media, changed it up, and made it their own exclusive news, he couldn't do such things. He firmly believed that news was found by running, not waiting.

For example, now…

A luxury BMW sedan was smashed, and a stone stake that was supposed to be placed on the roadside as a dividing line was stuck on the hood. Several people were having a fierce quarrel nearby!

What was all this for?

What secrets were hidden behind this scene?

What was the relationship between the person who smashed the car and the driver?

Please watch "Approaching Science"!

Uh, wrong story…

Zhong Dajun shook his head. This shouldn't be the sentence.

Someone took out his cell phone to take pictures of the smashed BMW, but Zhong Dajun focused his attention on the highest point in the venue.

The guy was tall and strong, which really attracted people's attention. Zhong Dajun didn't see the scene of smashing the car, but his intuition told him that it should be the man in front of him who did it.

Now this person was surrounded by several other people and was seeking justice.

"Chen Yingxiong! What the hell are you doing here!" Meng Ran pointed at Chen Yingxiong's nose and cursed. "You bastard, you've been fired, and you're still so arrogant!" He didn't dare to hit him, but he was okay with talking. Besides… he didn't believe that this bastard would really dare to take action in front of Brother Wang.

Wang Yongjun was 1.82 meters tall and weighed 70 kilograms. He looked quite solid. But this wasn't important. What was important was that Wang Yongjun was the core of the club. He was a person of "status and position." Unlike himself…

Wang Yongjun also recovered from the shock of his car being smashed in an instant.

He turned and glared at Chen Yingxiong, his face full of anger and… grief!

I just bought a new car not long ago! It cost 380,000 yuan! And it was smashed by a little bastard whose name I have never even heard of! If I swallowed this anger, how could I stay in the team in the future?

"What the hell are you doing?! Do you want to die…"

He pointed his finger at Chen Yingxiong and cursed.

Chen Yingxiong grabbed the other person's hand that was pointing at him. His movements were so fast that the other person had no time to react.

However, there was no angry expression on his face, but a calm expression. "I said I'm not the parking attendant, you have to blame him." He pointed at Meng Ran.

Wang Yongjun looked at Meng Ran. That's right, it was Meng Ran who told him that this guy was a valet, so he handed the car keys to him. Who would have thought that he would actually hand over his beloved car to the hands of a devil!

But he quickly realized that Meng Ran wasn't the issue. The key point was that this kid was holding his hand in a tight grip!

"Where are you from, kid?" First, find out if he has any background or backing. If not, I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!

"I'm in Russia." Chen Yingxiong smiled. Was he going to call his fellow gang members?

The people on the opposite side were stunned. They felt that they didn't hear clearly what Chen Yingxiong said just now.

Wang Yongjun frowned even more, not understanding what the answer meant.

Zhong Dajun was shocked by the call of "Chen Yingxiong."

Because he was very familiar with this name during this period - the mysterious person "Hero Chen" that their group of people had been pursuing for a long time, his generally recognized Chinese name should be "Chen Yingxiong" - if he was indeed Chinese.

Wasn't it such a coincidence?

The person he had been looking for on the Internet for so long just appeared in front of him?

But look at his height… This height did make him look like someone who could score headers.

In addition, he recognized who the other party in the conflict was - weren't they the players from the local club? He had gone to the club two days ago to do an interview and write an article. Wang Yongjun was the absolute core of the team, and he had interviewed him. He had been very respectful at the time. These days, these players also knew not to offend reporters.

Meng Ran came to his senses and said to Wang Yongjun, "Brother Wang, don't bother talking to him! Ask him to compensate for the car!"

No matter what, catch Chen Yingxiong and make him pay! He didn't believe that Chen Yingxiong, who couldn't even find a job, could afford to pay for a BMW worth hundreds of thousands of yuan!

Gan Cowpea also chimed in, jumping up and down, "You little bastard, if you have the guts, don't run away!"

Chen Yingxiong spread his hands. "Why should I run?"

"Pay compensation for the car! Can you afford it, you bastard? Do you know how much this car costs?" Meng Ran didn't care about anything anymore. Even if it made this bastard bankrupt, he had to make him pay!

Chen Yingxiong laughed. "I don't think it's a big deal. How much is this broken car worth?" He pointed at the BMW behind him, which was indeed a "broken" car. "Give me your account number and I'll transfer it to you tomorrow."

"Fuck, do you have money?" Dried Cowpea jumped out again. "You can't even sell your asshole for the money for this car!"

Chen Yingxiong glanced at Gan Cowpea's thin body and said, "If I exchanged the cash on me for a dollar coin, I could bury you alive. Do you believe it, Gan Cowpea?"

Wang Yongjun was too lazy to argue with this bastard. He sneered and stretched out his hand, saying, "Then you should pay for it! A car costs 400,000!"

After saying that, he sneered and looked at Chen Yingxiong. He would never believe that this ordinary-looking boy could come up with 400,000 yuan to compensate for the car. Are there many families who could come up with 400,000 yuan right away? If they could come up with it, they wouldn't be here. There were more upscale entertainment venues waiting for them.

Chen Yingxiong looked down at Wang Yongjun's outstretched hand and said, "You idiot! Who goes out with 400,000 yuan in cash? Don't act like a beggar. Take your hand back and tell me your account number. I will transfer the money to you tomorrow!"

"If I believe you, I'll be in trouble!" Wang Yongjun cursed. "Tomorrow? Why didn't you say next year? Hurry up and give me the money!"

Just as they were bickering with each other, an excited voice suddenly popped up. "Excuse me, are you really in Russia?"

Zhong Dajun stood outside the group of people. He was only 1.7 meters tall. He looked up at Chen Yingxiong who was competing with others in front of him, with an excited expression on his face, as if he was about to find a treasure.

Wang Yongjun turned his head and looked at the person who suddenly interrupted him. He was a little annoyed - Can't you see I'm busy here! 

The next second, his expression changed. "Zhong… Brother Zhong?"

Meng Ran and Gan Cowdou also recognized who the man in front of them was—Zhong Dajun, a famous football reporter from Chengdu! He had just come to the club for an interview two days ago, but he only interviewed leaders like Wang Yongjun. Players like him who had just been promoted from the youth team were obviously not qualified to be interviewed by him at all.

How come I met him here?

This was an opportunity!

Zhong Dajun was a sports reporter for Shuxi Metropolitan Newspaper, which was a very influential newspaper in Chengdu, second only to Jinguan Express. As a newspaper of this level, they were very impressive, and the reporters under them were naturally high-ranking.

If I could meet such a big-name reporter, wouldn't my fame increase dramatically? When I became famous, wouldn't I have everything, including money, women, and a BMW? Facing Chen Yingxiong, this son of a bitch, I would be more confident.

Thinking of this, Meng Ran didn't wait for Brother Wang to introduce him. He took a step forward and smiled flatteringly at Zhong Dajun, "Hey, isn't this Brother Zhong?"

He stretched out his hand, wanting to take the opportunity to shake hands with Zhong Dajun and build a relationship with him.

"I am…" He wanted to introduce himself so that Zhong Dajun would remember his name and face so that they could deal with each other more easily in the future.

Wang Yongjun was startled by his sudden enthusiasm and turned to look at him.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Dajun was only staring at Chen Yingxiong. 

The reporter for his part, when he heard someone calling him, turned around and nodded to Wang Yongjun, whom he knew. Wang Yongjun was relieved - he was very clear about the power of this reporter. It would be best not to offend him, otherwise he would scold him in the newspaper every now and then, and his reputation would be ruined.

If you build good relationships with reporters and let them flatter you, your career will go more smoothly. Wang Yongjun understood this principle.

Zhong Dajun just nodded to Wang Yongjun. As for Meng Ran next to him, he simply ignored him. As for the hand that Meng Ran stretched out, he didn't even see it at all!

Meng Ran's hands were suspended in the air, like a solidified wax figure, and the flattering smile on his face was also solidified along with his movements. As for his self-introduction, it was directly choked in his throat, as if it was a fishbone stuck in his throat, making him feel chest tightness and depression, and he almost couldn't breathe.

He raised his head and saw Zhong Dajun looking up at Chen Yingxiong with a smile and excitement on his face, just like he was looking at him just now.

Chen Yingxiong didn't know Zhong Dajun, and he had no interest in the drama this group of people were playing in front of him.

Zhong Dajun was interrupted by those people and asked again. "Excuse me, are you really in Russia?"

"So what?" Chen Yingxiong's tone was not very good. He was very impatient. God knows what this "Brother Zhong" who suddenly appeared was doing.

But Zhong Dajun didn't care. He just wanted to confirm whether Chen Yingxiong was "Hero Chen," so his second question was very direct. "So, are you 'Hero Chen'?"

Chen Yingxiong was stunned when he heard the man's English pronunciation. He didn't understand at first, then he realized that the man seemed to say "Hero Chen." He nodded. "Yes, I am." He didn't take it to heart.

But Zhong Dajun was different!

He felt that the truth that no one knew was gradually unveiling itself before him!

Wang Yongjun also didn't understand why Zhong Dajun, who suddenly appeared, seemed so interested in Chen Yingxiong.

But it was good that the reporter was here. Wang Yongjun turned to Hero. "See, I know people in the media. If you don't pay me today, I'll let Brother Zhong ruin your reputation in the newspapers! I'll expose you and see what you can do!"

"Brother Zhong, you came at the right time. Please give us some advice…" He pulled Zhong Dajun and pointed at the smashed BMW.

Zhong Dajun wasn't interested in the BMW, but Wang Yongjun was still the core player of the local team, so he had to give him some face. He had to help him solve the problem first.

First of all, they needed to confirm Chen Yingxiong's identity. If the big guy in front of them was really the "Hero Chen" who played for Zenit, then compensating a car worth 400,000 yuan was no big deal.

So he turned to Chen Yingxiong and said, "Excuse me, by being in Russia, do you mean playing football in Russia?"

Chen Yingxiong nodded. "That's right."

Zhong Dajun suddenly grabbed Chen Yingxiong's arm, as if he was afraid that the person in front of him would run away.

His action frightened Wang Yongjun, his gang, and Chen Yingxiong. Chen Yingxiong meanwhile was so frightened that he almost took action to protect himself.

None of them could understand Zhong Dajun's feelings at the moment - if China really had a player like the one rumored on the Internet, what would it mean for Chinese football and Chinese fans? As a sports reporter who had been covering domestic football for a long time, he naturally knew it very well!

Meng Ran and Wang Yongjun were standing nearby and heard the entire conversation between Brother Zhong and Chen Yingxiong.

What? This guy Chen Yingxiong plays football in Russia?

"He plays amateur football, right?" Gan Cowpea chuckled nearby, and the others also laughed - if Chen Yingxiong could play football in Russia, they would crawl back to the training base backwards!

Chen Yingxiong looked back at Gan Cowpea and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely be more promising than you, Gan Cowpea."

Gan Cowpea grinned with a sly expression. It was so funny when these words came out of the mouth of Chen Yingxiong, a loser who was kicked out of the team.

Zhong Dajun ignored Gan Cowpea and continued to grab Chen Yingxiong. "Hello, Chen Yingxiong. I am Zhong Dajun, a sports reporter from Shuxi Metropolis Daily. Can I take up half an hour of your time to interview you?"

The dried cowpea stopped smiling.

Not only did Gan Cowpea stop smiling, even Wang Yongjun and Meng Ran were stunned by the shock.

Zhong Dajun, a famous football reporter in Chengdu, actually took the initiative to ask for an interview with Chen Yingxiong?! Is this a joke? Zhong Dajun, a reporter who usually only interviews the main players of the first team and club officials in the club, and who is always asked by the club to interview there, and who players have to give enough red envelopes to if they want to be praised by him, was standing in front of them and actually took the initiative to ask for an interview with Chen Yingxiong!

Chen Yingxiong had heard of Shuxi Metropolitan Newspaper, which was indeed very influential in Chengdu, but he didn't know Zhong Dajun. Arguing with someone on the side of the road could attract reporters, wasn't that too much of a coincidence?

He and Dracula looked at each other and made a decision.

Anyway, it's always a good thing to be interviewed by reporters, which means he is famous. But not now.

"No problem, but we have to make another appointment. I have to go out and have fun today." He pointed inside the bar. "Contact my agent for the specific time."

Agent?

The people around him were dumbfounded again? When did this kid Chen Yingxiong have an agent? And… looking at Dracula who was walking up to him… he was a foreigner?! Only Wang Yongjun had an agent. Meng Ran and Gan Cow Dou had just been promoted to the first team and didn't have one yet. Wang Yongjun also knew that in the entire national team, except for Sun Jihai and other overseas players, all the others had local agents. Foreign agents? How could Chen Yingxiong afford one?

Dracula, who had been watching the show, stood up and handed his business card to Zhong Dajun. Regardless of whether Zhong Dajun could understand him or not, he spoke to Zhong Dajun in fluent London English. "Hello, I am the Hero's agent, Vlad Dracula. This is my business card. My phone number is on it. You can contact me directly if you have any questions. Thank you."

His English speech stunned everyone around him - although they didn't understand a word, but looking at his gentlemanly demeanor, they knew that he was definitely a person of status!

Zhong Dajun was also shocked - he didn't expect Chen Yingxiong to have an agent so soon! But after thinking about it carefully, he scored ten goals in eleven league games and had a new contract, so having an agent probably wasn't too much of a stretch.

So he also handed over his business card. "Hello, this is my business card… Then I will call you tomorrow morning?" He also tried to use English, but his English was much more halting and had a strong local accent, which smelled like salt and pepper.

It was clear who had more style.

Chen Yingxiong saw Dracula put away the business card, nodded, then turned to the stunned Wang Yongjun and others and said, "Tell me your account number, and I'll transfer the money to you tomorrow."

Wang Yongjun said nothing, because he hadn't yet recovered from what he had witnessed.

Zhong Dajun then remembered that he still had to do Wang Yongjun a favor.

He quickly said to the dumbfounded Wang Yongjun. "Wang Yongjun, if you trust me… leave the car issue to me." After that, he turned his head and smiled at Chen Yingxiong. "How about this, you go and have fun first, and when I interview you tomorrow, the car issue will be solved together. What do you think, Yingxiong?" This address immediately became intimate, and looking at his expression, it was as if he and Chen Yingxiong had known each other for a long time.

Some people try their best to show themselves in front of others and get to know them, while some people can make a deep impression on others just by being simple.

What a gap!

Chen Yingxiong didn't care. "Okay, then I'll wait for your call tomorrow, Mr. Reporter."

After saying that, he and Dracula turned and walked towards the bar door.

Those who came out of the bar to watch the fun consciously made way for the two people and watched them walk into the bar door.

…

Meng Ran looked at Chen Yingxiong's swaggering back and snorted, "Why are you so arrogant about playing amateur football in Russia?" He was still unhappy that Chen Yingxiong and Zhong Dajun had ignored him just now.

When Zhong Dajun heard this, he turned around and looked at Meng Ran who was speaking. This was the first time he looked at Meng Ran straight in the eye tonight.

"You idiot, you know nothing!" He yelled at Meng Ran. In front of these people, he resumed his airs as a big-name reporter. "If you can score ten goals in eleven rounds of the Russian Premier League, then you can brag!"

Meng Ran was still unclear about the level of the Russian Premier League, but Wang Yongjun, who had seen more of the world than him, was stunned. This was Russia's top league and was currently ranked sixth in Europe, second only to the traditional five major leagues!

In a league like that, nearly ten goals in eleven games, what does that mean? He was also an offensive player, and he knew very well what this data meant.

"Him? He is in Russia…" He pointed at Chen Yingxiong's back and said puzzledly.

Zhong Dajun nodded. "He is the main center of the Russian Premier League team Zenit St. Petersburg!"

Meng Ran and Gan Cowpea were completely dumbfounded. The Chen Yingxiong they knew was an idiot with mediocre abilities who could only play in the youth team because of his father who was a businessman. How could he be a center in a strong team in the Russian league? Did he have that ability?

Just as Meng Ran and Gan Cowpea were staring blankly with their heads down, Zhong Dajun turned to Wang Yongjun and said, "Don't doubt that he can't afford the compensation. He can really afford it…"

Meng Ran didn't know what to say. What he saw tonight was beyond his comprehension. First, that bastard picked up a stone and smashed his new car. Then, the reporter Zhong Da, who he had to be careful with, actually took the initiative to ask Chen Yingxiong for an interview with a flattering face… You know, in the team, reporters are invited by the club and given red envelopes for good coverage… Then, that bastard actually played in the Russian Premier League and scored ten goals in eleven rounds! Such efficiency is really amazing…

"How can he afford to pay?" Gan Cowpea couldn't help asking. How could Chen Yingxiong do this? Wass he still the Chen Yingxiong that he knows? !

"Do you know how much he earns a week?" Zhong Dajun asked the people in front of him.

"Uh…" Gan Cowpea couldn't answer. Who knew Chen Yingxiong's income… He always thought that Chen Yingxiong was kicked out of the club and became unemployed.

Zhong Dajun stretched out four fingers.

"Four hundred?" said Gan Cowpea.

Zhong Dajun shook his head.

"Four thousand?"

Zhong Dajun shook his head again.

"Could it be…could it be 40,000?" Gan Cowpea was shocked by the number he said. This is absolutely impossible!

Zhong Dajun nodded. "Euros. 40,000 euros, 400,000 RMB."

Although Zenit did not officially announce this number, he learned about it from the Russian media when he was collecting information about Chen Yingxiong. He was shocked at the time.

Four hundred thousand a week, one million six hundred thousand a month, it is not difficult to compensate for a BMW 5 Series worth three or four hundred thousand…

Wang Yongjun, Meng Ran and Gan Cowpea all opened their mouths wide and stared blankly at Zhong Dajun with wide eyes. If Zhong Dajun immediately smiled and said "I lied to you" at this moment, they would definitely breathe a sigh of relief.

But no.

The two female companions beside him couldn't help but exclaim. An income of 400,000 RMB a week was completely beyond their comprehension!

So a group of people now have to accept the fact that the "losers" whom they had previously smugly laughed at are now indeed doing better than them!

Because of fighting, he was expelled from the club, then went to Russia and became the absolute main force of a local team… They could barely outline such a roadmap in their minds.

Wang Yongjun glared at Meng Ran fiercely. It was all because of this kid! If he hadn't lied that the other party was a parking person, how could there be so many problems afterwards?

Unfortunately, Meng Ran didn't see his vicious look, he had already lowered his head dejectedly.

I worked so hard to drive my competitors out of the team, and this is what I get in the end?

After Chen Yingxiong handed over all the matters to Zhong Dajun, he walked into the bar with Dracula. After entering, he asked. "Why did you speak English just now? People may not understand."

Dracula said seriously. "Don't you have to speak foreign languages to show off?"

Chen Yingxiong was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and burst into laughter.

He had never laughed so hard before.

The past, the past of a loser who bore the ridicule, insults, and contempt of others, was completely buried by him in laughter.

…

AN: It doesn't sound like he ever let anyone ridicule him to me, but whatever haha