When the breakfast shop owner talked about this, he looked very smart and snobbish, as if he was saying that collectibles are of course more valuable than commodities.

"So, you have to work harder and try to score a few more goals. From now on, I will be responsible for your breakfast."

"How can that work? Open the door to do business, aren't you losing money like this?" Yang Yang asked with a smile.

"So, you have to score more goals. If you score more goals, it's better to break the historical record. Then I'm the treasures. Those people want to write your biography or something. I'm the best material. How valuable is that?"

Seeing the breakfast shop owner's smile so hard that his eyes narrowed into a straight line, Vanderzma wanted to break his beautiful fantasy and told him that the newspapers had archives, and now it is the Internet era.

However, he still couldn't bear to do such a thing in the end.

"Okay, thank you then." Yang Yang didn't say anything, and said goodbye to him and left.

For many people like breakfast shop owners, football is an entertainment and a sustenance, and it is also a belief, which has been believed since childhood.

And Yang Yang is like the embodiment of their faith, carrying their expectations and fighting for them on the green field.

There are too many such people in the Netherlands and Amsterdam.

When she walked out of the breakfast shop, Yang Yang raised his head and looked at the blue sky, feeling very relaxed and happy.

"I think, I must think. If I say I don't want it, it must be a lie." Yang Yang said suddenly.

Vanderzma knew that this was telling him.

"But I know that if I can't solve the problem, what I need is to be down-to-earth, step by step, and play one by one."

"Five games and seven goals, as well as the Champions League and the Dutch Cup, this is also a big challenge for me."

Yang Yang said it very lightly, but it gave people a very firm feeling.
Chapter completed!