Chapter 844 Team Owner

'boom! '

In an indoor shooting range in Chicago, Song Ya turned sideways, grabbed the gear with his left hand, aimed at the center of the target circle with his right hand and pulled the trigger. With a loud gunshot, the Glock's recoil made the muzzle jump up suddenly, 'ho! ’ Indeed, there is no boy who doesn’t like to play this game. Excitedly, he raised the muzzle of the gun in his hand to the sky, imitating MJ’s dance steps and making a full circle on the spot.

"Wow! Eight rings! You are amazing my brother!"

Tony, who helped count the grades, pulled up the sound-proof earphones on Song Ya's ears and shouted, and then the two and the silencer bumped each other's fists and hips, and made a fuss for a while, "Look at me..."

Song Yamao lowered his waist and took another shot, "ho!" The more he played, the more he played, the old brothers were all there, and the atmosphere was good, "Uh, I missed the target, it's okay, go on, take your time brother, everything has just begun " Tony yelled.

"Watch me lean back again..."

Song Ya held the Glock horizontally and shot again, "m-fxxk!" Turning to the left, 'Bang! ’ Turn to the right, ‘bang’, raise it above the head, ‘bang! ’, squatting...

"Ha ha ha ha!"

His funny made Tony and the silencer break, clapping, laughing and jumping.

Just about to look back at the moon, my body turned halfway, and I met the murderous eyes of old Mike, "Hey..."

After finishing the tour and 'subduing' Motura, the tense mood for a long time relaxed instantly, and finally he was in the mood to practice the shooting that the old man never forgot. This Glock was given by him. Probably the old man was just pissed off, Song Ya returned to the tactical moves he taught with a smile, stood firmly on both feet, held guns in both hands, assisted with the left hand, closed the left eye, looked for the line of sight with the right eye, waited for the breathing to calm down, and buckled Pull the trigger and fire the bullet.

"Remember the number of bullets in your gun, check the chamber after emptying it, ok? Return the magazine and check it again, ok?"

Old Mike rolled his eyes and snatched the gun away, and pointed out on the spot, "Every link must not be forgotten, and it must be done properly. This is a matter of safety..."

"Yeah." Song Ya was serious about being taught, but Tony stabbed him in the back, and he kicked back quietly with his feet. The two brothers took advantage of the old Mike's replacement of new magazines, and they went back and forth and started laughing and joking.

"Aplus, are you practicing for Blade Warrior? Wow, you are the hardest working star I have ever seen, always busy with your career."

Suddenly a voice appeared in the back of his head, Song Ya looked back, it was the nagging ghost from Anschutz's sports department,

"Hey! Don't appear behind me so silently, please? I have a gun in my hand." He threatened the other party with a smile.

"Uh, sorry, Linda asked me to come in and find you. She and Mr. Yeremov are outside, as are our lawyers," replied the Naggar.

"Oh." Song Ya remembered that today was the day he agreed to sign a contract with the other party, "Sorry Mike, I'm out busy..." Just had an excuse to be lazy.

Old Mike took a deep breath helplessly, "Go."

"Then I'll take it instead." Tony's hands were already itchy. Both he and the silencer had received professional training in security skills, and if they were serious, their marksmanship was not bad.

This small indoor shooting range was taken over by Song Ya today, except for a few staff members, the rest of them were his own people, bodyguards, and those who came to play with him.

"Linda, Yeremov, Hamlin..."

Song Ya walked to the rest area outside, which was temporarily used by Linda and the others as an office space, and there were also several white men in suits and leather shoes.

What is to be signed today is his contract to invest in the Chicago Fire FC. With 13.8% of the shares, he can be the chairman with management decision-making power. In order to promote the Major League Soccer, Anschutz has owned More than half of the shares but are willing to hand over the good things that show their faces to the local bosses. There is no way. The atmosphere of American football is not good. After this transaction, there will still be more than 60% of the shares.

It's a good gimmick for big stars like themselves to have a Chicago local football team. Of course, this is limited by a series of time and management requirements. It is absolutely impossible to mess around, and when it comes to major decisions, their voting rights still account for the majority.

"This is Bob Bradley."

The Nagging Ghost mainly introduced one of the bald white men, who was the head coach of the team they had already found, "Bob is a veteran in the American football world. He once led the Princeton Tigers to win two Ivy League championships and an NCAA ( NCAA Final Four."

"Hello."

Song Ya shook hands with the other party, he had no intention of managing any football team, and left it to professionals to do it, as long as he remained polite and supervised.

This investment is a pre-action to compete for the theme song of the 1998 World Cup. Linda is very supportive, and so is Yeremov, because the follow-up cooperation with Anschutz also includes the movie football stunner project, and Anschutz, who is rich and powerful, is willing to invest. Yeremov planned to release the film in 1997, just in time for the CONCACAF World Cup qualifiers.

Nagger was fooled by the old Hollywood oilman Yeremov and he was a little lost. He also knew that it was very difficult to get good results at the box office for a football movie in the United States. Now Anschutz only needs to be good for the Major League Soccer. , willing to do everything, he even asked for an increase in the production cost after learning that aplus would play the male lead.

"Hello, aplus."

The sports coaches of American universities, especially the Ivy League universities, are more humane and sophisticated. The football environment in the United States is average, and investors are hard to find. Bob Bradley’s own football achievements are not high, so he is very polite, “This is our first one next year. The signing plan for the season."

"Well……"

Song Ya was a little dazed in the face of a list of signings he threw over, "Is this the beginning? But I don't understand this."

"Most of them are players from Eastern Europe, Central and South America, etc. They are cheap and easy to use." Bob Bradley immediately entered the state of asking for money, and began to fool the boss, "There are two or three local American players who promised me to come. , so that we can form a good lineup to fight in the first year."

"Bob has been preparing for this year for a long time, because the investors were delayed, he almost went to Washington, DC United."

The nagging ghost chimed in, "The Flames also have some small local investors. We will make an appointment to meet you after you sign this. Is this the first club you bought aplus?"

"Yes, we play at the Cubs Warriors Arena?"

Although it has been reviewed by Goodman and Hamlin Law Firm, the contract still needs a rough look. Song Ya asked questions while watching. The Cubs are a major league baseball team, and the audience is mainly white middle-class people in Chicago. , Southtown blacks generally support the White Sox, "Hmmm..."

"Yes, we intend to sign a three-year lease first."

The nagging ghost knew what he was hesitating about, "It's just suitable for use, the audience for baseball and football is completely different."

"Will anyone watch it?" After Sony is settled, a huge amount of record revenue will arrive at the beginning of next year. Song Ya doesn't care too much about this small investment of two to three million yuan. It won't take long to get it back from the football stunner project. In addition, Anschutz was fishing for the theme song of the World Cup to seduce him. He was in a good mood and signed the contract immediately after reading it.

"The MLS will have a very slow and difficult promotion process, but we will work together."

The nagging ghost did not deny the fact that the current profit is slim, and he needs to lose some money to make money, "Anschutz values ​​you aplus very much, and our performing arts department is also very satisfied with the tour that just ended with you. There will be six shows in South America next year. ? Maybe I can find a chance to meet Mr. Havelange, the theme song of the World Cup..."

As soon as he started nagging, "Well, well." Song Ya nodded and dealt with it, and concentrated on reading the plan brought by Bob Bradley. In fact, it is not difficult to start a club. Daily training takes a lot of time. Sales, player and staff salaries, renting training and competition venues, promotional expenses, all add up to not spend a lot of money in a year.

This is football. If it is replaced by baseball, basketball, rugby and other popular sports in the United States, which team can make it to the top tournaments without spending huge sums of money every year? The transfer fee alone may be enough for a star to top the Flame team. Players are worth more, maybe more.

"Don't let the players be all white. My team must pay attention to ethnic diversity." Song Ya looked at the signing list again and reminded.

"Of course, there is a Mexican player with Indian descent, and there are some African immigrants with American nationality among the local players." Bob Bradley replied.

"Ah That's good."

Song Ya thought for a while, "Can't you introduce Huaguo players?"

"Uh..." Bob Bradley scratched his head, "I haven't paid much attention there... I only have a little impression of a man named Hao Dapao, and the video data shows that he is a good striker."

"Ask the price." The nagging ghost hinted at the head coach with a wink.

"Okay." Bob Bradley went out and made a few phone calls, "No, that player plays in the army team, and it is very troublesome to sign up."

"Why?" Song Ya asked.

"I don't know much about it either." Bob Bradley shrugged. "That's what the player agent I'm familiar with said."

"It's okay, just watch me."

Song Ya carelessly picked up her mobile phone and dialed Song Asheng, who was already having a good time over there, "Old Song, it's me, do me a favor, I want to introduce a player, in... what team?" he asked Bob Bradley.

"Bayi team."

"Bayi team, Hao Dapao, say hello to the leader you are familiar with, um, um..."

After briefly explaining a few words and hanging up the phone, Song Ya proudly boasted to them: "Just wait for the good news, I have a strong network over there."