When Simon King saw Samuel Camille, he was clearing dishes in the restaurant.

This is a man with gray hair and a slightly thin appearance.

There seemed to be an indescribable resentment in the vicissitudes of his face, as if it would explode like a balloon with just the slightest touch.

Simon King carefully came to the other party and asked softly: "Hello, sir. Are you Samuel Camille?"

"Who are you?" The other party raised his eyebrows, and his cloudy eyes seemed to be filled with the suffering of life.

"My name is Simon King, from Portugal's Vicella Football Club."

Camille lowered her eyes again, lowered her head and said, "What's the matter?"

"I would like to ask you to join my team and play in the Portuguese Super League."

Hearing these words, Camille's body shook, but he quickly continued to work, shook his head and said: "No matter who you are, please leave immediately! Although I, Camille, am not a good person, I can't tolerate it.

You are playing."

Simon King didn't understand why the other party reacted like this, so he quickly took out his coaching certificate and said: "I'm sorry, sir, although I don't know what you have been through, but I am serious. This is my coaching certificate."

Camille tilted his head and glanced, frowning immediately, but after staring at Simon King for two seconds, he lowered his head again.

Simon King was completely confused. He was new to the world and did not understand the hardships of little people at this time.

"Sir, what time will you get off work? I can wait until you finish work to talk."

Camille looked up at him again, then stretched her head to look at the glass windows and doors, and suddenly lost her temper.

"I'm warning you again! Leave immediately! Also, I've seen your camera hidden in the dark, don't even think about making fun of me again!"

After saying that, Camille knocked the plate in her hand hard, turned around and left angrily.

If Simon King was just confused just now, he is completely stupid now.

"What camera...what a joke...it's so confusing!"

At this time, a waiter from the restaurant walked quickly to his side.

"Sir, don't make fun of Camille anymore. It's not easy for him."

Simon King looked back at the waitress and said: "Hello madam, I'm not here to prank you. In fact, I am a Portuguese coach and I want to invite him to join us."

After that, he handed over his coaching certificate again.

The waitress didn't answer the question, but just shook her head and said: "I don't understand these things. If you can prove that you are really here to invite him, then I can pass the message for you. But if you want to make fun of him, we

All store employees will be rude to you."

Hearing the connotation in the other party's words, Simon King immediately calmed down.

He took the waitress to a corner, took out his cell phone, and found some game videos with his images on them.

After a while, the waitress finally believed him and began to tell what happened to Camille.

"Camille, it's not easy. He has a 6-year-old son and a 4-year-old daughter. In addition to playing football on the team, he also has to work two jobs outside. But we appreciate him very much.

He plays football very well and is very friendly."

Simon King interjected: "But the team's doorman told me that Camille has a bad temper."

"No! That's because they bullied him. In fact, he has a good temper."

"Then what about the teasing you mentioned before...?"

The waitress sighed and said: "About a month ago, Kamil got drunk once. He told his teammates that with his ability, he could at least play as a substitute in Ligue 1."

"Then what?"

"Then? Then this incident was recorded and posted online, and then his troubles started."

"What's the trouble?"

"Everything is troublesome."

The waitress turned her head, looked at Camille in the sideboard with distressed eyes, and said: "Some people came here specifically to interview him, but ended up taking the interview content out of context, and then attacked him on social media."

"Damn it!" Simon King knocked on the table hard.

"Not only that, they also made fun of Camille's son, saying that he..."

"What did you say about him?" Simon King was already a little annoyed.

"He said he has a father who only knows how to brag, and he also said Camille is a self-righteous trash who has high ambitions but low abilities."

"They really said that?"

"Really. So after that, Kamil stopped contacting strangers, and his son also dared not go to school anymore because he was laughed at by his classmates."

Hearing this, Simon King couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up suddenly and shouted to Kamil: "Samuel Kamil, I am willing to sign immediately at a price of 2,000 euros per week."

you."

"2,000 euros?" The waitress covered her mouth in shock.

But Simon King's anger continued.

"In addition, I will give you another 20,000 euros as signing fee. I have already brought the contract!"

After that, he opened his backpack and took out a blank contract.

The waitress immediately shouted: "Camille, this gentleman did not lie to you. I watched his game video and he is really a coach."

Hearing this, Camille hesitated.

He stood there blankly, motionless.

After a long time, with the encouragement of her colleagues, Camille slowly walked out.

"You... didn't lie to me?" Camille looked at Simon King with an uncertain expression on his face.

"If I lie to you, let God send me to hell immediately!"

"Are you serious? You really want me to go to Portugal?"

"It's true Camille! Let's leave now and take your son and daughter with you. I will arrange for them to attend the football school in Vesena."

Hearing this, the waitresses in the restaurant were so happy that they shed tears.

They all ran to Camille excitedly, their faces full of relief and joy.

"What's your name?" Camille asked.

"My name is Simon King! From today on, you will be my main left back, and our goal this season is to enter the Champions League!"

Kamil was completely dumbfounded. An old man who could only play in the third-division team and had to work two extra jobs every day actually wanted to compete for tickets to the Champions League?

"You heard that right, Camille!"

Simon King's eyes were full of determination, and he said loudly: "Remember how humiliated those people were to you! One day, I will let you use your actions to swell all their faces!"

"Why do you want to sign me?" The excited Camille asked the last doubt in her heart before setting off.

"Because I, like you, have suffered similar things. And because, you didn't lie, your ability can indeed be a substitute in Ligue 1. But you have to remember that from now on, you will not be anyone's
Chapter completed!