OBS Chapter 447 - 94: Transfer Market Opens, Dortmund’s Connection, Wang Shuo’s Homecoming, Boss and Husband, Who Is More Important?
Chapter 447 - 94: Transfer Market Opens, Dortmund’s Connection, Wang Shuo’s Homecoming, Boss and Husband, Who Is More Important?
"I wonder if he’s grown any taller in the year I haven’t seen him."
Thinking of her son, Xu Xiuying was reminded of a news story she’d heard.
"Do you think he’ll bring that German girl with him when he comes back this time?"
"I haven’t heard anything. But Jiang Pengju has met her. He said she’s very pretty and tall—1.8 meters."
"That’s so tall."
Wang Shuo’s family were all southerners.
Wang Shuo reaching 1.8 meters was already considered quite tall for their region.
His father was just over 1.7 meters tall, and his mother wasn’t even 1.6 meters.
’To have a 1.8-meter-tall daughter-in-law... The thought itself is amusing.’
"But the biggest headache for me is the communication. I mean, the German girl won’t know any Chinese. How are we supposed to talk to her?"
In fact, even Wang Shuo’s parents spoke halting Mandarin, with a thick regional accent.
Sometimes they were hard to understand.
"Don’t you worry about that," Wang Wenjun said. "Xiao Shuo is a grown man now; he can make his own decisions. We don’t understand any of it, so we shouldn’t be giving him bad advice."
Xu Xiuying was a typical country woman who knew nothing of the world outside. To her, her husband and son were everything.
Hearing that Wang Shuo was returning today, his aunt’s family of three had surely come over first thing in the morning to help clean the house and prepare lunch.
Many of their close relatives from the village also dropped by one after another to visit.
Wang Shuo was now not just the pride of their village, but the glory of all of Lingshan State, and even the entire Quanjiang City!
They certainly didn’t understand anything about football.
But they understood money.
The third grand-uncle mentioned that a friend of a friend of his relative worked at the clothing company Jiang Pengju had introduced to Wang Shuo. "He told me the orders from Wang Shuo’s company demand the highest standards of workmanship and use the best materials."
"The main thing is, the order volumes are large, and they pay well. He said it’s extremely profitable."
"How profitable?"
"No idea. Rumor is they’ve made at least tens of millions in the last six months."
"Tens of millions?"
"My goodness! Is that Wang Shuo’s business?"
"It’s Wang Shuo’s and his girlfriend’s."
"That’s nothing! Haven’t you seen the news? It was all over the media. Wang Shuo just signed a new contract. Take a guess—how much does he make in a year?"
"How much?"
"Eight million euros."
"How much is that in RMB?"
"Over eighty million."
"My God, that much?"
"Over eighty million? A year?"
"With what he earns in one month, he could buy that whole huge plot of land west of our village."
"Are you an idiot? Why would he buy land in our village?"
"Exactly! What a moron. He’s not a farmer."
"I was just trying to give an idea of how much money it is!"
"That’s an insane amount of money."
"I heard that the Zhang Family’s kid got his spot at that club in Europe through one of Wang Shuo’s people. He’s not even an official player—something about a youth academy, basically a trainee—and he’s already making over a hundred thousand a year, plus a round-trip ticket home."
"So playing football really is that lucrative."
"You’re telling me! If my little rascal could earn over a hundred thousand a year, I could quit driving for a living!"
"And look at Wenjun. All he does is drive around in that... what’s it called... SUV of his. Goes hiking every morning for exercise. The two of them are living the good life, I tell you."
"Stop being so jealous! A kid like Wang Shuo? There’s only one of him in a country of over a billion people."
The crowd was abuzz with excited chatter.
He Jianwei, though technically a cousin, was like a younger brother to Wang Shuo and was busy greeting the guests.
He was busy until nearly noon, when Wang Wenjun invited everyone to stay for lunch.
It was all simple, home-cooked food—just a casual get-together for relatives and friends.
No one stood on ceremony.
Their conversation then turned to wondering why Wang Shuo hadn’t arrived yet.
Just as everyone was wondering aloud about him, a long, black sedan slowly pulled into the courtyard of Wang Shuo’s house.
The luxury car was enormous and incredibly stately!
The moment it appeared, it captured the attention of the entire village.
"What kind of car is that?"
"It looks like a Mercedes-Benz, but the emblem isn’t the Mercedes-Benz one."
As the crowd murmured among themselves, Wang Shuo opened a rear door and stepped out.
"Hey, Xiao Shuo’s back!"
"Xiao Shuo’s home."
The driver got out from the front, walked over to open the trunk, and pulled out Wang Shuo’s suitcase for him.
"Thank you, Uncle Liu."
"Don’t mention it, Mr. Wang. Our young miss instructed me. When you’re ready to go to Hu City, give me a call, and I’ll come drive you."
"Okay. Thanks, Uncle Liu. Why don’t you stay for lunch?"
"I can’t. I should be heading back."
"Alright. Goodbye, Uncle Liu."
Fortunately, the courtyard of Wang Shuo’s house was large enough.
The over six-meter-long Mercedes-Maybach turned around in the yard and drove off.
Watching the luxury car arrive and then depart, everyone was burning with curiosity.
"Xiao Shuo, did you buy that car?"
"No," Wang Shuo said, quickly waving his hand in dismissal. "It belongs to a friend’s family. They sent it to pick me up from the airport in the provincial capital."
Everyone’s faces lit up with understanding.
On second thought, it made sense.
Wang Shuo wasn’t even in the country most of the year. Why would he buy such a fancy car?
To let his parents drive it on mountain roads?
"Xiao Shuo, your friend’s family must be seriously rich to have their own chauffeur."
Wang Shuo smiled and nodded.
’He had always suspected that Shen Qinghe’s family was quite wealthy.’
’But he didn’t know exactly how wealthy, nor had he ever asked.’
For this trip home, Wang Shuo had originally planned to ask his father to drive over and pick him up.
But as his personal assistant, Shen Qinghe had already arranged for a car.
At first, Wang Shuo hadn’t thought much of it.
It wasn’t until he left the airport in the provincial capital and got in the car that he realized Shen Qinghe had sent her family’s chauffeur on a special trip all the way from Hu City to the provincial capital just to pick him up and take him home.