Football Dynasty - Chapter 89: To Find the Rhythm

On the eve of the millennium, a sixteen-year-old Chinese boy left his hometown and came to Europe just to play football to support his family.

But he didn’t expect that an adventure would make his football career unique from then on.

Twenty years of ups and downs, he has won countless honors, looking back, Ronaldo, Zidane, Ronaldinho, Ronaldo, Messi, Mbappe and many other stars are all shining, But there is only one king of the ball, hanging high in the sky like the sun, shining forever!

(No system, talent improvement + hard training)

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Xiao Xin, a Pokémon’s diehard powder, accidentally succumbed to death while using the game modifier, the soul passed through the Pokémon world, a child who accidentally swallowed a lightning stone in thunderstorms and was strangled by lightning.

On the body, the most important and most important, he also brought his props backpack in the game…

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[Shuangqiang, sweet pet, 1v1]

A very distinguished person has come to the west city.

The mysterious man Rong Wuye is ascetic and dignified, ruthless and crazy, unparalleled in power and wealth, but he is also a well-known and unfeminine flower in the business world.

“Follow Fifth Master to keep you safe.”

“That mountain, and the three mountains connected to it, are all our private domain.”

“I don’t even intend to give my name to Lao Tzu? I’m sorry!”

He pushed her against the corner, “Little thing is misbehaving, how should I be punished?”

…

Nanhuang was reborn and found that she had become Ye Nanhuang, a woman whose marriage was not going well.

A cold divorce agreement was thrown in front of her. She took the agreement, signed it quickly, and left.

Stupid scumbag, sister don’t want it!

“Ye Nanhuang is a divorced woman.”

“Ye Nanhuang knows nothing but painting.”

“Have you heard? She is barren.”

The powerful and overlord of the imperial city, Rong Wuye, came all the way to the west city, and put his arms around her slender waist.

“Little thing, marry me, huh?”

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For Chen Cheng, thirty means interest—the interest rate.From 3,000, to 100,000, to a million, to ten million, and then to over a hundred million...An ever-increasing amount of principal, an endless stream of interest.With money generating money, compounded interest calculations made Chen Cheng exclaim:This money can't be spent! Absolutely can't be spent! For a lifetime, I can't finish spending it!