In the blink of an eye, Chen Jian had been in Nottingham, a foreign country, for two years. If he included the year of the talent show, it would be three years. Initially, he lived in the home of Nottingham Forest's most hardcore fan, Mr. John. Later, to cultivate his ability to live independently, he chose to move out and live alone.
Although he signed an apprenticeship contract with Nottingham Forest, he continued to study at the University of Nottingham. He kept a low profile in school and never revealed his identity as a student. After three years in England, he had no problems communicating with others. He was the most hardworking person in every training session. The team's coach always used him as a role model and urged the whole team to train hard. As a result, his other teammates were always curious. "Do you Chinese always work so hard when you do things?"
He was the only Chinese or even Asian in the team, so he should be lonely. However, Chen Jian put all his focus on training, and in fact, he did not care about these trivial matters.
He knew he was pressed for time. If he did not make the best use of his time to train, he would achieve nothing in his life. He believed in the stories he heard when he was young. Even a genius had to use the time others took to drink coffee to work hard. There were no geniuses in this world who did not work hard and only relied on talent, let alone mediocre people like him.
Geniuses who did not work hard still had talent, but mediocre people who did not work hard had nothing.
Due to his poor foundation, he was transferred to the U15 team for basic training in the first year. Among a group of 14 years old, he was particularly eye-catching at 19 years old. But he did not seem to be embarrassed about it. He devoted himself to basic training and did not care about how others looked at him. Due to his age difference, it was difficult for him to find a partner to practice with in the team. Most of the time, he could only practice by himself. Moreover, he could not participate in the various competitions of the U15 age group.
It was common for China to hide the age of their players and bully the younger ones, but it was rare in English football. He actually wanted to play. Every time there was a U15 competition, he would watch it from the side. He was fascinated by how others played. Even if they were five to four years younger than him, he could not find any advantage other than his body being slightly better than theirs.
Even if it was an internal U15 competition, he would not be able to participate. He was too old, which gave him an advantage. It was unfair to the other young players.
This situation lasted for nearly a year. In the second year, he was directly transferred to the U18 team. Even though he was almost 20 years old, he was still training with the U18 youth team. He was still not qualified to participate in competitions like the FA Youth Cup. He could only play in internal competitions or some unofficial warm-up matches. But at least there was a game to play.
In fact, Chen Jian was a very intelligent person. This could be seen from the fact that he was able to communicate fluently with the English players very quickly. When he was unable to play in a match, he would always go to the stadium to watch the matches. Whether it was a youth team, reserve team or first team match, he would not miss a single match. The advantage of watching the game live was that he would not be limited and misled by the television broadcast, and he could establish a sense of the overall situation. Apart from occasionally playing as a right back in the youth team, he had always played in the middle of the midfield, which was the position that required the most vision.
When he watched the game from the stands, he would use his brain to think about why the ball was handled that way and not the other way. He would also think about the advantages and disadvantages of each method of handling the ball. He would pay attention to the performance of the famous players on the pitch and the way they played. He thought that watching the game was also a form of training. As the saying goes, 'the layman watches the show, while the expert watches the ropes'. People who were willing to use their brains could definitely learn a lot from watching the game. He also had a small notebook that he carried with him at all times. He recorded what he saw and thought about every time he watched the game so that he could flip through it at any time.
Midfielders must be the smartest people on the pitch, because they must constantly analyze and judge the situation on the pitch to make the best choice. From this point of view, the training that Chen Jian gave himself was just right.
Chen Jian wasn't just going to sit on the spectator stand and think about it. He would bring what he thought into training and try to complete his thoughts during training. The youth team's coaching staff admired his way of playing. When it came to physique, Chen Jian basically did not have much of an advantage when it came to the U18 team. Further up, there were many strong players among the professional players. If an Asian wanted to be stronger than them, it would be a pity that he was born with a weak constitution. In terms of explosive power, he was not the weakest in the team, but he was not the best either. His talent was average. If there was any other way to close the gap between him and others, it would be to use his brain. This was the only thing that did not differentiate between innate and acquired.
If his body was not good, his explosive power was not good enough, and he was not fast enough, he would use his intelligence to make up for it.
A year had passed, and he had achieved remarkable results in this area.
Although he could not represent the U18 team in the official FA Youth Cup and Youth League, he performed very well in the internal competitions. As a defensive midfielder, he did not often use his body to meet the opponent head-on when defending. He always predicted the opponent's route in advance, and then made judgments to block the opponent's attack in the cradle. It was the same in the offense. He rarely dribbled the ball past several people, ran for dozens of meters, and then passed the ball. After receiving the ball, he would first observe the situation on the field, and then directly pass the ball to where it should go. The advantage of this was that his offense was simpler and more effective. He could not be sloppy, and he could seize fleeting opportunities.
Even though he trained hard and performed well in the youth team, he was still an apprentice. The club did not give him a new professional contract. His salary was very low, just enough for him to live alone in Nottingham. He did not even have the extra money to send home to his parents, or to find a woman to satisfy his physical needs.
His life was simple and boring. He always went back and forth between the training ground and his apartment, and occasionally went to the university. He had been in Nottingham for three years, and he had only been to the shopping district in the city center five times. He did not even know which way to go to the other entertainment venues. He did not know how long he would have to live such a life. He was not an ascetic, and he also desired to live a better quality of life. However, to achieve that, he would need to get a higher salary. He would have to start with a new contract.
He remembered every word that Tony Twain said to him over the phone.
"… You are just an apprentice. I will not provide you with any guarantees. I will not promise you that you will definitely become a professional footballer, and you will definitely be able to realize your initial dream. Don't even think about the opportunity to represent the First Team in a match! The club can't promise you anything. Salary, benefits, contract guarantees … nothing. Other than giving you this opportunity, we will not give you anything. Maybe you can only play in the reserve team when you are 26 years old, or maybe you will be eliminated and can only go to those semi-professional teams to live out your days. There are even worse things, please imagine for yourself … "
Would this scene become a reality?
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Chen Jian did not return to China during the one-month holiday, as he planned to use this time to continue practicing. Because of this, his doting mother specially took a month off to fly to England alone to visit him. His father still had to work, so he could not come. After all, Chen Jian's family was not well-off, and he could not do something like quit his job and move to England to be with his son. Chen Jian could barely be considered to be working now, but it was already good enough that he did not have to ask for money from his family. Both his parents did not have a high income, and if they were to pay out of their own pockets to come to England, it would take a long time to plan.
Chen Jian hoped to get a professional contract from the club as soon as possible, so that he could earn more, and he could also reduce the burden on his family.
It would most likely be a lie to say that he played football just for the love of football. He just wanted to turn his hobby into a career — this was the happiest thing in the world.
When his mother came, she brought a few big bags of things, all of which were Sichuan specialties and seasonings. She was worried that her son would not be able to eat the most authentic Sichuan cuisine, and at the same time, to save money. After all, the prices in England were definitely much higher than in Mianyang, Sichuan. In the end, after arriving, Chen Jian helplessly told his mother that he could not eat the Sichuan cured meat and sausages that she brought. Because professional athletes could not eat that kind of food … Even though he wanted to eat it, he had to force himself not to eat it. If he could not even persist in something like eating, then he might as well not be a professional footballer.
Although he and his mother did not agree on what to eat, as his mother could not understand what was so good about a dish like boiled chicken, overall, the mother and son had a very happy month. At least Chen Jian would not be so lonely. After finishing training at night, he would bring his mother out to go shopping, and occasionally, he would bring his mother, who did not watch football and did not understand football, to watch the Forest First Team live, so that she could experience the craziness … Of course, as his mother, she did not go after one or two times, because she said that her heart could not take it, and that the environment was too noisy …
Seeing that the day of separation was gradually approaching, Chen Jian was thinking about buying some gifts for his mother and father. For this reason, he planned to accompany his mother to London on the weekend.
Oxford Street was a very famous commercial street in London. Almost all the high-end brand stores in the world gathered here, and every year, it attracted a large number of tourists to shop. Although the stores here were all branded luxury goods, to be able to attract so many people to shop here, it was obviously not enough to rely on the appeal of the brand alone. Another reason why Oxford Street was so attractive was that the goods in Oxford Street were indeed cheaper than the same brands in other places.
Even so, Chen Jian's mother's expression changed after looking at the prices of the goods here. She pulled her son and was about to leave, looking like she would never return again.
Unfortunately, Chen Jian was determined to show filial piety to his parents.
He should have done so. When he first decided to drop out of the Tianjin Judicial Police School to pursue his dream of playing professional football in England, his relatives and friends were against it. They did not think that with Chen Jian's talent, he would be able to make a name for himself. There were even people who did not understand what professional football was like in England, and they even used the China football environment to warn Chen Jian, "Boy Jian, look at how bad the reputation of playing professional football in China is. Why do you have to do this? Let me tell you, don't care about that school. As long as you graduate and get your certificate, when you come back, I will use my connections to send you to work in the court. You don't have to play professional football, okay? "
At that time, Chen Jian could still remember the grand occasion when all his relatives came to persuade him, so he also clearly remembered how his parents supported him.
His relatives planned to find Chen Jian's parents and ask them to use their authority as elders to forbid Chen Jian from pursuing such illusory things. After all, Chen Jian might not listen to what his relatives said, no matter how good their relationship was. But as parents, how could a son not listen to them?
Chen Jian's parents spoke in unison, "If Chen Jian wants to go, that's his business. As parents, it's not our place to interfere. If he wants to go, then let him go. "
Because of his parents' attitude, it was useless for his relatives to say anything. In the end, he flew from Sichuan to England and began his dream journey.
If it were not for his parents' open-mindedness, he would not know what he would be doing now. Maybe his relatives would use their connections to get him into the court through the back door, and then owe him a huge favor. Maybe he would become a security guard in Tianjin after graduation … Who knew?
Just because of this, he felt that he should do something.
But in order to make his mother feel at ease, he had to find an excuse. So when he took out the money, he told his mother that just before his mother came, he had just signed a new contract with the club. This time, it was not an apprentice contract, but a very official professional contract. He enjoyed the salary of a professional player, which was worlds apart from his previous income.
So, this small amount of money was not a problem at all!
Of course, his mother was happy for her son. Seeing his mother's smiling face, Chen Jian felt that it was worth it even if he lied. As for how he would lie in the future, he did not think too much about it for the time being.
In the end, he used his savings for the past two years to buy a suit and a set of casual clothes for his father, a handbag and a dress for his mother.
His mother happily came out of the changing room in the dress and stood in front of the mirror, feeling a little shy.
"My son is also a big star." She changed the topic, not letting her son notice that her expression was a little abnormal. "Your father will be very happy when he hears about this."
"I'm just a professional player, not a star, mom …"
In front of his mother, he had to pretend to be very relaxed, but when he turned his back to swipe the card, there was still a trace of worry on his face. He did not care about the money, he was just worried that if one day his lie was exposed, he could not imagine how disappointed his parents would be at that time …
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His mother's flight was on Tuesday afternoon. During training on Monday, Chen Jian looked for the youth team coach, Greenwood, and asked him for a day off to send his mother off.
Greenwood did not immediately agree to his request for leave, but said to him with a smile, "You came at the right time, Chen. Just now, South Wilford called me and asked me to inform you to go over there and look for Manager David Kerslake. "
Chen Jian was confused, "I'm sorry, Manager Greenwood, I did not hear clearly. Can you say it again? "
Greenwood coughed, "The First Team assistant manager, David Kerslake, is looking for you."
"Looking for me?" Chen Jian looked confused. He had almost no interaction with the First Team, why would the First Team manager look for him?
Seeing Chen Jian's stupid look, Greenwood finally could not take it anymore, he slapped Chen Jian on the back, "I'm asking you to sign a new contract! This time it's not an apprentice contract. "
If it was not for the fact that Greenwood's slap was really painful, Chen Jian would have thought that he was dreaming.
"You're saying that you're going to give me a … a professional contract?" He still asked in disbelief.
"Yes, Chen. I say, are you Chinese all so wishy-washy? I've said it so many times, you still don't believe me? If you don't believe me, I'll call them and tell them that they don't need to prepare the text of the new contract … "Before he finished speaking, Chen Jian bowed and ran out.
After he left, a voice could be heard, "Thank you, Manager Greenwood!"
Greenwood laughed, "Why are you thanking me, Chen? Thank yourself."
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The First Team training had ended, and Tony Twain and Kerslake were waiting in the office for the person they were looking for.
A burst of hurried footsteps accompanied by heavy breathing came from the corridor outside the door to the two men's ears. The two looked at each other and smiled. The person they were waiting for had arrived.
The door was ajar, and Chen Jian stopped at the door. He was not in a hurry to knock on the door, but tried to calm his breathing and his emotions. He stood at the door with his fists clenched, lowered his head and closed his eyes, and tried to stop his body from swaying non-stop. Although he was very excited after hearing the news, it was really too embarrassing to look like this.
After a while, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
"Come in." Kerslake's voice sounded.
"Manager Twain, Manager Kerslake." Chen Jian, who came in, greeted the two coaches respectfully.
Kerslake's face was full of smiles as he responded, "Hello, Chen." Twain, on the other hand, looked calm and only nodded.
"Looking at you, you already know why we're looking for you?"
Chen Jian nodded vigorously, afraid that the other party would change his mind if he nodded too lightly.
"We've seen your performance in the past two years. Your performance in the youth team competition was very good. Tony thinks you're talented. Including the year you were drafted, you've improved very quickly in the past three years. So, we've decided to offer you a professional contract. "
The image that appeared in Chen Jian's mind was his mother's smiling face. His heart could finally be at ease now — I didn't lie, I did get a professional contract!
"You don't have a manager yet, right?"
Chen Jian nodded.
"Hmm … but it doesn't matter. It's just the most ordinary professional contract. Take a look yourself." Kerslake handed the contract to Chen Jian.
In reality, Chen Jian only glanced through it. He did not care what was written on it. He only paid attention to the length of time and weekly salary. It was a four-year contract with a weekly salary of 1,500 pounds. This salary was not much, but compared to his apprentice's salary, it was still very satisfactory.
"I've finished looking through it, no problem! Can I sign it now? "Chen Jian wished he could make a pen in his hand.
Kerslake wanted to say something, but Twain beat him to it.
"Don't rush, kid." The manager, who had been silent all this while, stood up from his seat. "Have you thought it through? Is this your ultimate goal?"
Chen Jian did not understand what Twain meant. He looked at Twain in confusion.
"Hmm, although you've been given a professional contract, I'm afraid you don't have the ability to play for the First Team now. Even without a work permit, you can't appear in any of the First Team's matches. You can't even play in the reserve team's matches. "
Chen Jian felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him. His head, which had been burning with excitement, suddenly cleared up. Twain was right. Even if he signed the contract, he would still not be seen as a member of Nottingham Forest because he could not represent the Forest team in matches.
If he could not play in matches, what was the point of being a professional footballer? Go to the training ground every day and get paid?
I play football to earn money, but this is not the way to earn money.
Chen Jian shook his head. "If I can't play in matches, why did you give me this contract? I don't understand, Mr. Twain."
Twain glanced at Kerslake and said, "Why did I call you here alone? It's because the arrangements for you are a little special. You've signed the contract, so of course you're a member of Nottingham Forest. We need to be responsible for your career. But because of the work permit, as everyone knows, you can't play for the team. We won't put a player who has signed a professional contract on the training ground for four years. That would be too much of a waste. "
"I'm optimistic about your development potential. I think what you need now is a sufficient level of competitive training, and not training in the Youth Team all the time. But you know, even if you're good enough, you can't play without a work permit, "Kerslake said. "This is a very troublesome problem, Chen."
Twain continued, "Let's put aside the issue of your ability and potential and focus on the work permit. In fact, there are many ways to get a work permit. It all depends on whether you're willing or not. First, marry an English wife. "
Chen Jian was taken aback. He was only 20 years old, and he had been focused on football for the past few years. He had not even found a girlfriend, let alone a life event like marriage.
Seeing his reaction, Twain laughed. "Looks like it's a dead end. The second way is to apply for British citizenship. "
Chen Jian was not frightened this time. He immediately shook his head. "That's impossible, Mr. Twain. China doesn't allow dual citizenship."
"Then change your citizenship," Twain said expressionlessly.
Chen Jian's reaction was even more intense. "Absolutely not, absolutely not! I've never thought of this. I'm a Chinese. What would it look like to abandon my Chinese citizenship? My parents wouldn't agree either … "
"Alright, then you'll be recruited by the China national team. You'll have to play 75% of the international A-level matches within two years. In addition, the China national team has to be ranked in the top 75 in the world … Well, I think with the strength of the China national team, this is the most impossible condition. Besides, I also think it's a pity that you're going to play for the China national team …" Twain frowned and said seriously. "You'd better seriously consider the two methods I mentioned earlier. Find a British woman to marry, or directly change your citizenship."
Chen Jian continued to shake his head. "Mr. Twain, I'm really grateful that you think so highly of me. Not to mention whether I'm good enough to enter the national team, even if the China national team is weak, if they want to recruit me, I won't reject them. Changing my citizenship is even more impossible, Mr. Twain. Perhaps you don't understand how strong the sense of belonging the China people have … I can't explain it to you either. In any case, I'll never do that. Giving up being a China citizen just to play football … I can't do it. "
Chen Jian suddenly felt that the contract in his hands was very heavy, as if it weighed a thousand pounds. He had already prepared himself for the worst — to give up the chance to sign a contract with Nottingham Forest, leave England, and return to China. Or, find a country that doesn't require a work permit to play football.
Twain shrugged. "I really can't understand. Isn't your dream to be a real professional footballer? Then now that the opportunity is in front of you, what are you hesitating about? I think it's normal to change your citizenship. Look at those professional football stars, they often have multiple nationalities and whatnot. Didn't the Brazilian football star, Elton, give up his Brazilian citizenship to join Qatar in order to be able to participate in the World Cup? "
Chen Jian frowned and explained to the British manager, "That's different, Mr. Twain. The people of China are different from everyone else in the world. Why is there a Chinatown everywhere? If I was born in England, I might not have such thoughts. But I was born in China and grew up in China … "The more he spoke, the more anxious he became, as if he did not know how to explain it to the manager. He bit his lip and held it in for a long time." A dream is a dream, Mr. Twain. My dream is to be able to turn my hobby into a job. But whether it's a dream or a job, in my heart, it's impossible for it to be bigger than the word 'motherland.' Isn't the English word for 'motherland'? Mother's land, who would disown their mother for money? China is particular about filial piety. No matter what, filial piety must be placed first. If I disown my mother just to play football, then am I still human? "
Chen Jian became more agitated the more he explained. In the end, he simply wanted to return the contract in his hands to Twain.
"If I have to change my citizenship to play for Nottingham Forest, I'd rather give up this opportunity, Mr. Twain."
Twain did not take it, nor did Kerslake. Instead, the two men burst into laughter. "What did I say, David? Don't underestimate the stubbornness and stubbornness of the China people. Ha! "
After that, he looked at the dumbfounded Chen Jian, who completely did not understand the situation. "Don't worry, no one here will force you to do something you're not willing to do. The choice of nationality is your own business. No matter what you decide, it will not affect the legal validity of this contract. We still have to sign this contract for you. "
"Then just now …" Chen Jian was still a little confused.
"I was just joking."
Chen Jian's expression became very serious. "But I don't think this joke is very funny, Mr. Coach."
Twain also felt a little embarrassed. He scratched his head. "Alright, I apologize to you. I apologize to you solemnly. Of course, I understand the feelings behind every word you said. I'm not joking. You know, I'm also an Englishman who has some connections with China. "
After being disturbed by this matter, Chen Jian's joy of signing the contract disappeared without a trace. He looked at the contract in his hands and suddenly had more thoughts about his future. He was no longer excited and full of blood rushing to his head.
Yes, even if I sign it, I can't guarantee that I'll succeed. This is just the first step of a long journey. If I can't play for Forest, where will I go after four years? Can I still continue to play professional football? If I can, where will I be?
Work permit, China team, nationality … These questions lingered in his mind and could not be erased.
Twain seemed to see through his thoughts. He placed his hand on Chen Jian's shoulder. "Don't think so far ahead. You just have to play well. If you really have the ability to play for Forest, we'll help you apply for a work permit. So, the work permit is not a problem at all. The problem is your ability. Do you understand? "
These words made Chen Jian suddenly see the light. That's right. Even if I really can't get a work permit, as long as I have the ability, isn't it the same wherever I play? Anyway, my dream is not to play for Nottingham Forest …
In the end, Chen Jian signed his Chinese name on the professional contract.
Twain took the contract and scrutinized the name "Chen Jian." He then smiled and said, "The name's well written."
He handed the contract to Kerslake and turned to Chen Jian. "I heard your mother is here?"
This time, Chen Jian remembered why he first went to find Manager Greenwood. "Yes, but I'm going back to China tomorrow. I was going to ask Manager Greenwood for leave to send her off …"
"Well, you can just ask me for leave. I'll approve it. You can send your mother off tomorrow. After you send her off, pack up your things. You have to prepare to leave England. "
This news caught Chen Jian by surprise. He had just signed the contract and he was being chased away?
"You're letting your imagination run wild again? Why does your brain like to think so much? Greenwood said you're an intelligent player. Don't use your intelligence on this. It's a waste! Without a work permit, you can't even play in the reserve team's matches. What's the point of keeping you here? Can you improve just by training? Of course you have to play! So, you've been loaned to FC Volendam in the Eerste Divisie. Go there and train well! "
Chen Jian did not expect to be able to play in the official league so soon. Although it was only in the Eerste Divisie, he was not a picky person. After holding it in for three years, he felt that it was good enough to have a match to play in. Why would he ask for more?
"There's a language barrier. You need to get used to it. But I still hope you perform well. From my perspective, I don't want Nottingham Forest's players to become a joke. From your perspective, you're playing well for yourself. "
Chen Jian nodded his head vigorously. "I promise I'll play well!"
Twain looked at him and smiled again. He thought of the young pioneers who had taken the oath to join the team …
"Verbal promises are useless. If you don't play well, this will be the last contract." Twain pointed to the contract in Kerslake's hands. Then he paused for a moment and changed his tone and language.
"Chen Jian."
"Huh?" Chen Jian did not expect Twain to suddenly speak in a Sichuanese dialect. This greatly exceeded his expectations and gave him a fright.
"You're a player who joined the team halfway. Do you know what you lack? It's time. This is something you can't make up for no matter how hard you train. Three years … "Twain raised three fingers." It's indeed too short. But there's no other way. No matter where you play football, you have to firmly remember one thing. Not only do you lack talent, you also lack time. Compared to all the other professional players in the world, you're the only one who has no way out. You don't have the right to make mistakes, and you don't have the right to complain. You're already very lucky to have the opportunity to stand here. So, now, and even in the future, you have no other choice but to keep your head down and fight your way through. Do you understand? "
Chen Jian nodded. "I know."
Twain smiled and switched back to English. "Don't think about anything. Don't care about anything. Just keep moving forward. Keep moving forward … "At this point, his eyes suddenly blurred. His voice also weakened, turning into a murmur.
From his transmigration until today, hadn't he also kept moving forward like this? And in the future, he still had to keep moving forward. Fate had chosen him. He had no other choice. He also had no way out.
"Keep moving forward!" Twain's voice returned to normal. His eyes also became clear again. He looked at Chen Jian. "The original dream, one day, you will reach it. Kid, don't embarrass the identity you insisted on just now. "
Chen Jian solemnly bowed to Twain.
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A day later, Chen Jian sent his mother off at Heathrow Airport and told her that he was going to play football in the Netherlands. His mother also encouraged him to play football well.
Two days later, Chen Jian packed his luggage and flew to the Netherlands alone. There was no media attention, and there were no fans lining the streets to welcome him. He started his journey to pursue his original dream in a completely unfamiliar place.
At the same time, Dunn also started his dream journey at the Meadow Lane Stadium on the north bank of the Trent River. As the new manager of Notts County, he appeared in front of the media for the first time and showed a slightly shy smile.
Tony Twain led the Nottingham Forest team, which was deeply engraved with his imprint, into a brand new tomorrow.
The bright morning sun slowly rose from the sea, illuminating the faces of everyone on the road.
(Volume 6, Crimson)
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The author's words: I wonder if everyone is surprised to see the end of Volume 6? You must feel that it has nothing to do with the title.
In fact, I think that for Tony Twain, this is enough to write the story of Crimson. Any more and it will be full. Chinese paintings pay particular attention to "leaving empty space". Writing novels is the same, leaving some space for the reader's imagination. Some time ago, many people scolded me for using acting to make up the number of words. If I continue to write this kind of success story that everyone has seen countless times before, I think a lot of people will get tired of it, right?
That is definitely not what I want, so I have to put on the brakes here.
In fact, the content of the next volume is a few years apart from this one …
I will not write the story in between because it is all about the same things, and there is no need to repeat it a thousand times. I will only mention it a little at the end, so that the plot will not be completely cut off.
Of course, I think some friends will ask me: If that is the case, why not let Tony win the Champions League this season and really become more famous?
Here is the answer. Considering a certain degree of reasonableness and the readers' novelty of glory, I can't always let Uncle Tony win the championship, can I? Suppressing it when necessary is also for a better eruption in the future. Well, this is my old hand breaking, old readers should know … So I will not explain too much.
I have also seen many of my friends' explanations of this volume's title. If you ask me, "Crimson" means "deeper red", but this degree of deepening does not necessarily mean further improvement in the results. It may mean more things, more twists and turns, more ups and downs in life, or in simpler terms, a few years older …
After Volume 5, I have said somewhere that I will try to write more about outside of the field in Volume 6. This is also a manifestation of "depth."
Compared to the previous volumes, the sixth volume is richer in story. Especially the first half. I am quite satisfied with myself.
In Volume 6, Tony experienced the most important events in his life — a heart attack that almost killed him, and finally getting married with Shania.
There is also Chen Jian's story, Dunn's choice, Mitchell's story, Moke's story … These are all included in the meaning of "depth."
Well … In fact, so much is nonsense! I came up with this name randomly!
That is the end of Volume 6. Everyone, look forward to Volume 7.
In my plan, this book has the last two volumes left, and the story has officially entered the last third.
Don't worry about the ending being left unfinished. I have already thought of the ending long ago, and I am just waiting for the day to write it.
Everyone, we will see you in "The Heart of the Seven Lion Kings."
Listening to the Waves in the Forest
PS: The above nonsense does not count as a word count.
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