The Dream of Three Generations

As Dai Li held it, the envelope full of money suddenly became as heavy as a thousand kilograms in his hand.

What's going on here? Why does somebody give me such an amount of money? What did Feng Zhu's father say just now? Did he mention the national team?

Dai Li's brain was in a daze, shocked.

"Mr.Zhu, did you say you wanted Feng Zhu to be in the national team? What's going on here?" asked Dai Li.

"Coach Li, I heard that you have some relationship in the national team, and thus, have some power in the team. You have the capacity to send my son there, so please help us..." said Feng Zhu's father.

"I have relationships?" Dai Li suddenly laughed. "Mr. Zhu, I think there must be some misunderstanding. I'm just an ordinary coach from Yuzhou, which is a very little city, so how can I have any relationships in the national team?"