Chapter Twelve: Fate's Many Trials

  It has been three days since that group fight.

  Chen Haonan was still lying in the hospital, his legs wrapped in thick plaster.

  The doctor just sent a message that his feet are completely useless. Not to mention playing football, even walking requires great care.

  This blow didn't make Chen Haonan sad at all. He was already half-crippled, and now that he's fully crippled, there's not much difference. At least he can still be a cowherd, right?

  He didn't tell the truth about himself to Shanji and others. His secret was forever his own secret on him.

  He can't tell the pheasants that their leader is actually a cowherd. What would they think if he did?

  A self-proclaimed big shot like you actually needs a gigolo to bail him out? How can he still show his face in the underworld after this gets out?

  "Mountain chicken, is Oscar okay?" Chen Haonan was still concerned about Oscar's situation at this time. It wasn't that he was particularly kind-hearted, but rather he was worried that Shanji would kill Oscar in a fit of rage.

  The pheasant smiled bitterly and sat down beside Chen Haonan: "I only took one of his hands and half a foot, he won't die, I didn't cripple him, in the future he will still cause trouble..."

  "Alas... I hope so. How's my parents' side, absolutely can't let them know." Chen Haonan withdrew his worried expression and started worrying again.

  This thing came out too suddenly, these days the mountain chicken has been helping him lie, letting the mountain chicken deceive his parents and say that he followed the primary school team to go out and play a game, can't go home.

  "I know that even if you guys get away with this, you won't regret it, but I'm really different from you. I'm saying that if, if you guys had a responsibility and pressure as big as mine, you wouldn't be so carefree."

  The fight quickly spread to Carlos' side.

  Carlos couldn't make it because he was playing an away game in the league.

  Just told Chen Haonan and Oscar over the phone.

  Oscar used to be very powerful, but now he's become a useless person. Naturally, no one will follow him anymore, so how can he seek revenge? No one will respond to him.

  The rabbit dies and the dog is cooked, this is just a principle.

  Luckily, Wineguard helped Chen Haonan sign that agreement, otherwise his business would have gone down the drain again.

  As for the contract with Santos club? How is this going to be fulfilled? His own feet, now can't even do a simple demonstration in place. Chen Haonan was no longer sure.

  He looked at the thick plaster on his feet and couldn't think of a good way either.

  For now, he definitely doesn't dare call Tyler to say his foot is having problems.

  It's all up to these two useless legs to make a living now. If I can't even kick the ball in place, what am I going to do?

  Chen Haonan felt a chill in his heart as he thought more and more, his mind filled with all sorts of messy thoughts.

  Who knows, maybe it won't be so exaggerated when the time comes? But the doctor said that his own feet really can't withstand intense exercise anymore...

  Sigh, let's take it one step at a time...

  Chen Haonan left the hospital on the fourth day and didn't dare go home.

  This miserable state, at least half a month's rest is needed before the plaster can be removed.

  For these eight months, he had been letting Mountain Chicken and others help him with household chores, while he himself stayed in the bar, never leaving.

  On those injured days, he didn't receive guests either. Who has seen a plastered guy working as a gigolo?

  "Lewis, when did you ask me to go over?" After being idle for two weeks, Chen Haonan finally paid attention to his own business.

  During this period of illness, his expenses were not small, and his pocket was getting shallower, so he was worried.

  And Lewis was of course the bartender.

  Jiubao has also been hanging his head lately. He makes a living by relying on Chen Haonan, and now that he's out of business, it's no wonder he's not happy.

  "Hao Nan, I know you're anxious, actually I am too... I've already told the client that you won't be available until next month... I said you joined a fitness program, you know, if I said you were sick, it would scare them off..."

  "I heard she's from S?o Paulo, which makes things quite convenient. You didn't say I'm from Santos, did you? This will make me famous." Chen Haonan asked anxiously, he was really afraid that the big-mouthed bartender would tell his story to customers, this guy would say anything for his own benefit, he understood very well.

  "Don't worry, I wouldn't do that to you. But after you leave, my business will be in a slump..." The bartender sighed sadly, as if his golden rice bowl was about to slip away from him.

  "Haha, you're my agent, right? I wouldn't abandon you. If one day I can really become a professional athlete, I'll definitely look for you to be my agent. It's just that your mouth... really needs to be controlled..." Chen Haonan comforted him, thinking to himself that the people at Jiu Ba were actually pretty good, it's just that they had a poor attitude towards money, even more so than himself...

  Of course, he can't become a professional player in this life, so his agent's wish is naturally impossible to achieve. Chen Haonan sighed again.

  "What's wrong with me?" The bartender raised his sly eyes, somewhat perplexed.

  "Isn't that the chick you met at the bar last time? You've been tangled up with her for so long, and she's been coming to bother me every night, talking about some interview or whatever. It's annoying, you know how it is in our line of work - can we even see the light?"

  Chen Haonan said as a matter of fact, he was referring to Situ Lan.

  These days, they arrive every night, even shouting for paid interviews.

  Ho Leung-mou refused her interview request, even if she paid him.

  Ho Siu-lan refused to give up and continued to pester Chen Ho-nam, constantly thinking of ways to get in touch with him.

  "You promised someone and that's it? Can't you just replace this profession with another one? What's so difficult about it?" Louis shook his head, neither confirming nor denying.

  "Wow! You're absolutely right!!! Let's do it!"

  What you fear will come, Louis's ghost idea, but at this time was heard by the newly entered Sutherland...

  Chen Haonan's eyes widened, wanting to hide, but there was no chance anymore.

  "Hey, Chen Haonan, don't even think about running away, it's settled then. I'll make you look a bit better and you'll agree, okay?" Situ Lan jumped onto the bar stool with her usual casualness and ordered a glass of wine.

  "What are you still hesitating about, it's a paid interview! That's the treatment only top football superstars get..." The bartender urged on the side, apparently thinking it was a very worthwhile deal.

  Sigh, might as well give in to her then? Anyway, we're short of money now... by the end of the month when I go to Santos, who knows if I'll be rejected by others. Chen Haonan also had his own thoughts and considered many things.

  Alright...