Nedved heard Jankole's words, and his heart couldn't help but add a few more points of longing for Kaiserslautern, and curiosity about Yang Chen. He really wanted to know if that peer of his own age really had the magical power to infect people?

  "Since you support Yang Chen so much, why did you choose to leave after the season?" Nediwied asked.

  Yankole laughed, "A very simple and realistic question, I am a professional player, playing football is my profession. The Belgian team offered me a higher salary than Chemnitz, the conditions are also better than Chemnitz, the latter can no longer meet my requirements, so I have to leave!"

  "I still remember the day before I left, I went to visit our captain, he also supported me leaving, sometimes he is very realistic, so he was willing to take the risk of offending East German football authorities, and gave bonuses to the team, everyone opposed it, including the club chairman, but he just took out his own pocket money, saying that players play for money, so they should be rewarded."

  Nedved also knew some of the situation in East Germany, so he knew how many people would reject this reward system in East Germany. However, what was originally a small shortcoming of Yang Cheng's turned out to make people feel that he was maintaining the interests of the players, and they trusted him even more.

  Just as the two were chatting about Yang Cheng's affairs, a staff member of the Czech national team came over and said that someone had come to the training base to visit Nedved.

  "He said he's the head coach of Kaiserslautern and hopes to have a talk with you!"

  Nedvid stared blankly for a moment, while Yankoche was shouting with a surprised face, "The leader is here!"

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  Yang Chen and Nedved's first meeting was in a coffee shop by Lake Garda, adjacent to the training center, where you can see the beautiful scenery of Lake Garda.

  At first glance, Yang Cheng's impression of him was that of an iron man. Then there was the excitement of a fan seeing his idol for the first time. Nedved is absolutely one of the players he admires most, especially his professionalism. In his opinion, many players have good skills, but few can play well and also have good professional ethics.

  Nedved's first impression of Yang Cheng was kind and gentle, without any arrogance typical of young people. Especially when he saw Yang Cheng smile at him, Nedved's original worry that Yang Cheng would be arrogant completely disappeared.

  "Hey, how did you and Tim come?" Yankel asked with a smile, keeping him company.

  Yang Cheng smiled and said, "I came specifically to see Pavil, I believe you should have received the club's notice by now?" The last question was naturally directed at Nedved.

  Nedvěd nodded.

  Yang Chen's offer to Sparta Prague was aimed at Nedved and Rosicky, but the former's offer was accepted, while the latter did not receive a response. Sparta Prague only said that Rosicky is a future star that the club values very much and does not consider selling.

  Of course, this is just a negotiating posture. But after Yang Cheng heard it, he also lost interest in making a move, because Rosicky was only 16 years old at the time, and even if he really bought him, he wouldn't be of much help to Yang Cheng, not to mention that it would cost a lot of money, which wasn't worth it.

  "The European Cup is approaching, and I think highly of the Czech team's strength. This is a team that can make people shine in front of their eyes and will definitely make a big splash at the European Cup. So, I don't want you to be affected by transfer issues and affect your performance on the national team!"

  It is said that Yang Cheng actually hopes to settle the internal affairs of De Vrij before the European Cup, avoiding him from rising in price due to his outstanding performance in the European Cup and causing trouble later on.

  It turns out that Nedved actually believed Yang Cheng after listening to him, maybe because he spoke sincerely, and also because Nedved had a very good impression of him.

  "I came here today just to guarantee you one thing, that my team will not be satisfied with just promotion to the top division. So I hope to get a batch of outstanding players like Pavel, and although you occupy a very important position in my plan, I can't guarantee anything for you today, including a starting position!"

  Yang Cheng is still as sincere as ever and speaks the truth.

  "In my team, no one can guarantee a main position. Everyone who wants to get the main starting position must prove it with strength and training status. I can only ensure that you can stand on the same starting line as everyone else, and I will treat everyone equally!"

  Nedved stared at Yang Cheng from start to finish, listening to him speak. Although they were of the same age, their personalities were quite different. Nedved was more low-key and didn't say much, while Yang Cheng spoke more and seemed more high-profile.

  Of course, this is also the minimum that a head coach should have. Otherwise, how can a head coach who is silent all day convey his tactical ideas to his players and encourage them?

  After listening, Naidu weighed it in his heart. Yang Cheng's guarantee had no substantial meaning, but in fact, it was extraordinary. At least Naidu could ensure that as long as he had enough strength and was willing to work hard, he would have the opportunity, without worrying about other things.

  "Of course, I'm not asking you to make a decision now, but with the competition just around the corner, I hope you'll take these few days to think it over carefully!" Yang Cheng said in his usual tone of considering everything for Neved's benefit.

  The latter did not say anything, but he nodded in agreement.

  The four of them chatted for a while, with Yang Cheng actively inquiring about the current situation of Yanko Kolev and then asking about some information on the Czech national team, once again expressing his optimism towards the Czech national team's European Cup journey.

  They chatted until after noon, and after the four of them had lunch together, Yang Cheng took Tim Hanks and left.

  That afternoon he immediately turned back to Milan and headed south directly.

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  Corigliano is a small port on the Mediterranean in southern Italy.

  In the sweltering summer, groups of travelers from afar can be seen everywhere on the beach. Unlike Sicily, those who come here are mostly residents near Corigliano, and then there are groups of children having a blast on the beach.

  In the distance are cargo ships coming to the port to load and unload goods, from time to time you can hear one or two blasts of a whistle.

  Here, everyone certainly speaks Italian, but in their daily conversations, they all speak the Calabrian dialect from around here, a language that even someone like Yang Cheng who is fluent in Italian can't understand.

  However, the people here are very enthusiastic. Although Yang Cheng is not Italian and speaks differently from the locals, they still warmly welcomed him, especially the owner of a restaurant near the beach, who gave him a large umbrella for free in addition to what he ordered to eat and drink.

  The waitress was a thin and weak girl of about 16 or 17 years old, with many freckles on her face, still looking quite young and immature. The parasol seemed to be a bit heavy for her, she couldn't hold it in her arms and had to carry it on her back, but was still panting.

  Yang Cheng and Tim sat on the beach, looking from afar, feeling a bit unbearable, so they ran over.

  "Let me take it!" Yang Cheng said with a smile as he took the parasol from her hand.

  The heavy umbrella was a bit of a burden for the waitress, but it wasn't too difficult for Yang Cheng. The waitress followed closely behind him with a smile.

  After arriving at the destination, the waitress skillfully opened a parasol and helped Yang Cheng arrange the beach table and chairs.

  "Come on, let's get two sets, we've booked a court!" Yang Cheng said with a smile.

  The waitress lifted her head and happened to see Yang Cheng's smile, which was a bit dazzling in the scorching sun. Her face turned red as she nodded immediately and ran back quickly.

  "What's going on?" Yang Cheng felt puzzled.

  Tim Hanks was already laughing so hard on the side that he almost choked, "I guess you're too charming, and the little girl can't take it!"

  Yang Cheng sat gloomily on one side, drinking a cold beverage, waiting for the target that would arrive at an unknown time.

  Far away, he saw the waitress constantly greeting guests on the beach, but her boss was sitting in the store, looking very bad. Thinking about the thinness of the waitress, Yang Cheng also felt sorry for her.

  "Your boss is really something!" Yang Cheng said with some indignation as the waitress came over to set up the beach chairs.

  The freckled girl lifted her head again and looked deeply at Yang Cheng for a moment, then blushed and didn't dare to respond.

  "Are you from around here?" Yang Cheng wanted to ask about something.

  The girl busied herself arranging the chairs and shook her head: "No, I'm from nearby Sicily!"

  "Sicily? Great place! I've heard it's famous for its beauties!" Yang Cheng thought of a famous movie called "Malena", starring Monica Bellucci, an Italian beauty who was born in Perugia.

  But who would have thought that the girl, after hearing this, was shocked all over, staring at Yang Cheng with an unbelievable face. The latter also found this girl to be quite strange, as if she were very interested in him?

  Is it one's own fan?

  The more he thought about it, the more he felt sorry for her. Yang Cheng saw that the girl was busy and sweating profusely, so he reached into his own pocket, found two 5,000-rial bills, and stuffed them into the girl's hand.

  "It's yours!" Yang Cheng smiled mischievously at the dumbfounded girl.

  10,000 rials is almost $15, which is nothing for Yang Cheng nowadays. He can also find an excuse to reimburse the club and he's happy to do a favor.

  The girl took a deep look at Yang Cheng, tightly grasping the two 10,000 Rial bills and quickly walked away.

  "Wow, no way! Not even a thank you? You fans are really ungrateful!" Tim complained with a smile.

  Yang Cheng didn't mind, but he also thought it was pretty cool to meet fans outside.

  The two of them chatted for a while longer until the person they were waiting for finally arrived.