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In Wang Zongyao's private office, Jim Carrey handed the final asset transfer document to Suning.

"Sign it! From today onwards, you are the de facto controller of the Wang Group." Wang Zongyao sat in his wheelchair, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You spent a billion in a month and even built a free youth training base. You're more interesting than I thought."

Suning took the pen and signed "Wang Duoyu" on the document.

Three years ago, he was an amateur goalkeeper, but now he has assets of 30 billion yuan.

Life's twists and turns are sometimes even more unpredictable than football.

“However,” Wang Zongyao suddenly narrowed his eyes, “I’ve heard that you’ve started to be quite frugal these days?”

Su Ning laughed: "Second Master, burning money is a task, running a business is a responsibility."

"Haha, not bad! Looks like I wasn't wrong about you."

"Second Master, don't worry! I will definitely make the Wang Group great and successful."

"Hmph! What I meant by 'carrying forward and expanding' was for you to quickly produce offspring for the Wang family."

"Uh? Isn't that a bit of a rush?"

"Duoyu, you're already thirty-five this year. Be more realistic and stop chasing after that actress Liu Yifei. I think CFO Xia Zhu is much better."

"I don't want to! Xia Zhu always has a sour face. I prefer someone who is pleasing to the eye."

"Stinky boy!"

On the outskirts of Xihong City, the "Duoyu Youth Training Base," covering an area of ​​200 acres, is under construction in full swing.

Unlike other football schools in China, this school has no gilded gates or luxurious dormitories; it only has the most professional training grounds and the strictest selection system.

"Applicant No. 387 failed the test." At the coaching staff meeting, Su Ning personally rejected the application of a wealthy businessman's son. "His father was willing to donate 500 million, but we are not short of money."

The assistant hesitated, then said, "Mr. Wang, this is..."

“Remember our standards.” Su Ning tapped the table. “We only accept two types of people—either those with talent or those with the right attitude.”

"Yes, Mr. Wang, but this way it will be difficult for us to make a profit."

"I didn't spend so much money to build the world's most comprehensive youth training base for amateurs."

"Okay! I know what to do."

Meanwhile, three third-tier teams named "Stone", "Fire", and "Hurricane" were quietly established.

After the "Da Xiang Team" became popular, Ma Da Xiang became arrogant and refused to renew his one-month contract once it expired.

Then they go to participate in so-called exhibition matches every day, enjoying fame and fortune, but without Wang Duoyu, the "Da Xiang Team" is just a pile of "big shit".

However, they soon revealed their true colors, and the "Da Xiang Team" parted ways and officially disbanded.

Meanwhile, the players of the three teams under Suning all receive a monthly salary of 8000 yuan, with bonuses linked to performance.

Article 17 of the contract clearly states: "Those who pick up girls in nightclubs or violate moral ethics will be subject to a penalty of 500 million yuan."

"Mr. Wang, with such stringent conditions, will anyone even come?" the new team manager asked nervously.

Looking at the young men sweating profusely on the training field, Su Ning smiled slightly: "Those who truly want to play football won't care about these things."

"But……"

"No buts! This is my bottom line: the rules are that every player must sign a long-term contract, and switching teams will result in paying an exorbitant penalty."

"..."

In its first season, the "Duoyu Village Super League" ignited the national football community.

No match-fixing, no biased referees, just pure football.

The matches between the three teams were sold out every time, with tickets selling out a week in advance.

While other Chinese Super League teams are still struggling with attendance, Suning's merchandise for the third division league has already been sold in Europe.

"Mr. Wang, the Football Association has sent an invitation, hoping that our team will participate in the China League Two."

"No." Suning didn't even look up. "We only play friendly matches with well-known foreign teams."

"Mr. Wang, shouldn't we at least give the Football Association some face?"

"We are a self-operated team league, playing our own football. What does it have to do with their football association?"

"But there are some things that still need to be considered in terms of their impact."

"Hmph! I'm already so rich, why would I need to make myself feel inferior?"

"This……"

"Young man, when you're as rich as me, you'll understand what it means to be unscrupulous."

"..."

Soon, teams from the Bundesliga, Premier League, and J-League sent their youth teams to participate in exchanges.

When domestic fans saw a group of "amateur players" with monthly salaries of less than 10,000 yuan actually able to compete on equal footing with European powerhouses, the entire football world was shaken.

Suning proved its success with its actions, while also nailing the "white-skinned chickens" of the national football team to the pillar of shame.

……

In the conference room of Wang's Insurance Building, the executives stared in disbelief at the plan projected on the projector:
"Fat Insurance: You will receive 1000 yuan for every kilogram of fat you lose, but if you regain the weight, you will have to pay double the amount back."

"Won't this cause us to go bankrupt?" the CFO asked, his voice trembling.

Suning twirled the pen in his hand: "Do you think there are more people who lose weight, or more people who maintain their weight and don't gain it back?"

"..."

Those present immediately understood, the key being the restriction that did not allow for any "rebound".

Three months later, the data left everyone speechless...

The number of policyholders has exceeded one million, but less than 5% are actually able to receive continuous compensation.

The gyms in Xihong City made a fortune as a result, and the obesity rate among citizens dropped sharply.

"Mr. Wang, the health department has sent a letter of thanks."

"Help me arrange a meeting with the leaders of the Ministry of Health! It's time to ask for some preferential policies."

"Yes, Mr. Wang."

This "fat insurance" they launched is a genuine public welfare insurance product, and the relevant functional departments should provide some support.

Even the issue of taxation is open to discussion, so Suning naturally wants to try and negotiate.

……

In a high-end coffee shop, Liu Yifei "bumped into" Su Ning for the third time.

"Wang Duoyu, what's wrong with you lately?" she hesitated.

"No flowers? No more booking the whole place?" Su Ning took a sip of coffee. "Didn't Miss Liu think I was too tacky?"

Liu Yifei bit her lip.

In the past six months, instead of being bombarded with roses or receiving LED declarations of love, she has started paying attention to the news about this man.

Youth training base, village league, fat insurance
Everything she did impressed her.

"Does that fat insurance really work?" she abruptly changed the subject.

Suning smiled: "Ms. Liu, would you like to give it a try? The contract stipulates that you cannot diet during the insurance period and must exercise to lose weight. And there can be no rebound."

"Who, who wants to try!" Liu Yifei blushed and fled in panic.

Late at night, Suning stood alone at the highest point of the youth training base.

The system's light screen unfolded before my eyes:

[Football reform progress: 37%]

[Next phase of the mission: To develop the first international-level player]

[Special Reward: China Football Gene Improvement Project (Beginner Level)]

My phone vibrated; it was a formal offer from Inter Milan.

Suning swiped the QR code and dialed another number:
"Second Master, I want to acquire a European club."

A night breeze was blowing, and on the training field below, a dozen teenagers were still practicing extra.

In their eyes, there was a flame familiar to Suning.

This is true wealth, a future more precious than 30 billion.

……

Wearing a baseball cap and a mask, Liu Yifei walked into the business hall of Wang's Insurance as if by some strange twist of fate.

"I want to apply for...fat insurance." She lowered her voice, afraid of being recognized.

The saleswoman behind the counter looked up, and her professional smile suddenly froze...

Despite being fully armed, the man's distinctive almond-shaped eyes and the million-dollar Van Cleef & Arpels watch on his wrist betrayed his identity.

"Okay, okay! Please fill out the application form..." The salesperson tried to appear calm, but his fingers trembled slightly on the keyboard.

Three minutes later, when Liu Yifei finished signing and left, the entire business hall erupted in chaos.

"Quickly notify General Manager Wang! Liu Yifei is here to apply for fat insurance!"

Suning was watching a youth team match at the youth training base when his phone suddenly vibrated.

When he saw the insurance information pop up on the screen, the water bottle slipped directly from his hand.

Policyholder: Liu Yifei

【Height: 168cm】

Current weight: 49kg

[Target weight loss: 2kg]

[Fitness Plan: Pilates + Cardio]

“She actually…” Su Ning’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he suddenly burst out laughing.

The image of that woman, who had once been cold and indifferent to him, now sweating profusely on a treadmill in tight workout clothes inexplicably surfaced in my mind.

The assistant asked cautiously, "Mr. Wang, would you like VIP service arranged?"

“No.” Su Ning narrowed her eyes. “I’ll go myself.”

"..."

"Huh...huh..."

Liu Yifei was sweating profusely on the treadmill, the music masking the footsteps behind her. It wasn't until the treadmill suddenly slowed down that she realized someone had pressed a control button.

"Who—" Her breath caught in her throat the moment she turned around.

Suning was wearing a simple white T-shirt and sweatpants, and the lines of his arms were particularly defined under the lights.

He tilted his head, looking at the treadmill display with a half-smile: "Ms. Liu, you're 18% body fat and still trying to lose weight?"

Liu Yifei's face flushed red: "I... I just wanted to get my body sculpted! The fat insurance contract doesn't say I can't..."

“Article 5.3 of the contract.” Su Ning reached out to turn off the treadmill for her. “Policyholders with a BMI below 20 need to provide additional proof of their fitness plan.”

He took a half step closer, his faint scent of cedar mixed with the warmth of his workout wafting over me. "So... why did you choose my fat insurance?"

"..."

Outside the glass wall of the gym, several members peeking in almost pressed their faces against each other.

That's Liu Yifei! And Wang Duoyu! They're flirting!
In the rooftop café, Liu Yifei sipped her iced Americano, finally letting her guard down.

"Actually, I'm just curious..." she swirled her glass, "Why did a genius who could come up with fat insurance suddenly stop pursuing me?"

Looking out the window at the night view of Xihong City, Su Ning asked, "Do you know what professional athletes are most afraid of?"

"……Injuried?"

“It was an invalid shot.” ​​He chuckled. “Twenty barrages are not as effective as one precise shot.”

Liu Yifei's eyelashes trembled slightly.

The man who once flooded her studio with a sea of ​​roses now made her heart race with his focused gaze.

"So now..." her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, "are you gathering your strength?"

Su Ning didn't answer, but simply pushed her coffee cup aside: "Too much syrup will affect the weight loss effect."

In the days that followed, the two developed a wonderful tacit understanding:

Every Wednesday afternoon, Liu Yifei's workout time would always "bump into" Su Ning, who came to inspect; after each training session, an extra bottle of customized electrolyte water would appear in her locker; and even when she missed her workout due to filming, Wang's Insurance's personal trainer would appear on set on time.

"Mr. Wang, here are Ms. Liu's physical test results for today..." The assistant held the tablet, hesitating to speak.

"explain."

“Muscle mass increased by 0.8 kilograms…” the assistant said, suppressing a laugh, “but the weight didn’t drop at all.”

Su Ning raised an eyebrow: "So?"

"So she might... be using the fat insurance as motivation for fitness?"

Outside the window, Liu Yifei was doing a plank under the guidance of a personal trainer, her abs, faintly visible under her sports bra, gleaming in the sunlight.

Suning suddenly closed the document: "Notify the finance department to design a 'muscle insurance' for her."

"..."

On the night of the wrap party for her new drama, Liu Yifei, slightly tipsy, inexplicably dialed Su Ning's number.

"Wang Duoyu..." her voice was soft and sweet, "The fat insurance... I think I'm going to fail..."

Twenty minutes later, Suning's Maybach stopped at the hotel's back door.

When he saw the figure huddled on the steps, his heart clenched...

Liu Yifei hugged her knees, her cheeks flushed, and her dress was stained with champagne, making her look like a lost little girl.

“According to the contract…” he took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around her, “drinking alcohol during the insurance period will result in a deduction from the compensation amount.”

Liu Yifei looked up, her eyes glistening with tears: "Then...would you like to supervise me in quitting drinking?"

The night breeze swept by, dispersing the last bit of distance.

Then Su Ning took Liu Yifei away from Liu Yifei's assistant and drove back to his mansion in Xihong City.

"Wang Duoyu, you bastard! Why aren't you pursuing me anymore?"

"Then are you willing to give me a chance?"

Will you always be good to me?

"Of course! You are every man's dream girl."

"Nonsense! Young people these days don't like me."

"That's because they've been watching over the current mediocre people; they don't know about your glorious early days."

"Wang Duoyu, do you mean I'm old?"

"No! I'd like to show you my bedroom."

"You bastard! You got off easy today."

"..."

Then Su Ning gave Liu Yifei a domineering princess carry and strode back to his bedroom.

An incredibly comfortable king-size bed, dim and alluring red lighting...

This immediately brought the atmosphere to its peak...

……

On the outskirts of Xihong City, a modern youth training base covering 300 acres has sprung up.

12 standard football fields, 3 indoor training halls, equipped with a German sports science laboratory, an Italian rehabilitation center, and a Dutch data analysis team...

There is even a virtual reality center specifically for psychological training.

"This isn't a youth training base, it's the Silicon Valley of football!" exclaimed a reporter from France Football magazine.

Even more impressive is the huge cooperation logo hanging above the base gate...

Inter Milan, Ajax, Borussia Dortmund...

The logos of top European clubs are prominently featured.

"We only do one thing," Suning announced to global media at the opening ceremony, "to cultivate Chinese players who can beat European teams."

The flashbulbs went off wildly, and Liu Yifei, standing in the corner, looked at the confident and composed man on the stage, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

That evening, the hashtag #WangDuoyuMockingTheChineseFootballTeam# trended on social media.

A national team player lashed out on Weibo: "What do nouveau riche know about football!"

Netizens immediately responded:

"Support President Wang! The women's football team deserves the best!"

Three days later, when a video of the Chinese women's football team's first training session at the training base was released...

The girls train on top-quality turf, are trained by top European rehabilitation therapists, and have their meals customized by professional nutritionists and chefs…

Public opinion has completely sided with Suning.

"Rock Solid vs. Blazing Fire, tickets sold out in seconds!"

"Scalpers are selling them for 5000 yuan a piece!"

Inter Milan's second team has confirmed its participation in the competition in China!

Suning's Village Super League has become a phenomenal IP.

There was no match-fixing or biased refereeing, only pure passion for football.

Each match garnered over 100 million views online, and related merchandise sold out.

"Mr. Wang, this is the financial report for last quarter." The CFO's voice trembled. "Net profit of 3.7 million...more than half of the clubs in the Chinese Super League."

Looking at the report, Wang Zongyao burst into tears: "Duoyu! I've spent my whole life in the insurance industry, and I don't even earn as much as you playing football!"

Suning handed the second master a cup of hot tea: "Because fans are willing to pay for sincerity."

"Indeed! Seeing how well you run your business, I can rest in peace with a smile on my face."

"Second Master, have you noticed anything unusual lately?"

"what?"

"Your health has been getting better and better lately."

"This...it really is true! Could it be that the Chinese medicine you gave me was really effective?"

"Shh!" Su Ning quickly stopped Second Master Wang Zongyao from continuing, "Second Master, I don't want to be the God of Medicine."

"..."

On a routine medical checkup day, Jim Carrey suddenly burst into the office: "Sir! A miracle! An incredible miracle!"

The medical examination report showed that the cancer cells in Wang Zongyao's body had stopped spreading, and some indicators had even improved.

"This..." The attending physician adjusted his glasses, "It's medically inexplicable. Mr. Wang, have you taken any new medication?"

"No! It's probably because I'm in a good mood, after all, my grandson is very capable."

"..."

Only Suning knew the reason—a line of small text flashed on the system screen:
[Family Health Buff Activated: Wealth Transformed into Life Points for Close Relatives]

"Second Master," he grasped the old man's trembling hand, "the good days are yet to come."

Late at night at the youth training base, Suning stood alone in the monitoring room.

On the big screen, more than a dozen players of different age groups are still practicing extra:

Eight-year-old players are practicing juggling the ball;
12-year-old female soccer players practice shooting extra;

An 18-year-old prodigy trains in a virtual reality pod...

The system notification is flashing:

[Progress of Chinese Football's Genetic Improvement: 39%]

[Next stage: Developing the first Ballon d'Or nominee]

My phone lit up with a message from Liu Yifei: "Body fat assessment tomorrow, wanna come and supervise?"

Suning replied with a smile: "Bring an action camera to record the cheating process."

Outside the window, the morning star had just risen.

The lights at this youth training base are like the first ray of dawn in the long, dark night for Chinese football.

...(End of chapter)