"Dad!" Zhang Yang shouted happily when he heard his father's voice. He and his mother did not tell him about signing the Marseille team. His mother didn't understand this very much. For mothers, their son's eating well, dressing well, and being in good health is the biggest thing.

"Son, how are you there?" Zhang Guodong was very excited to hear his son's voice, and he was also very happy. In the previous few calls, although Zhang Yang tried his best to hide it on the other end of the phone, Zhang Guodong could still hear his son's frustration.

"Dad, haha." Zhang Yang was overjoyed on the other end of the phone. He spoke loudly, as if this could convey all his joy to his relatives.

"Dad, guess where I am now?"

"where?"

"Guess?"

"Paris?"

"No." Zhang Yang shook his head.

"Return to Lyon?"

"Not that. Hehe." Zhang Yang laughed. He didn't ask his dad to continue guessing and said loudly, "Dad, I'm in Marseille now."

"Marseille, when did you go there?" Zhang Guodong asked.

"It's been several days, Dad, let me tell you good news. I'm in the apartment now. The phone number in the apartment broke a few days ago. I just repaired it today, so I called you. Haha, Dad, this apartment was rented by the Marseille team for me." Zhang Yang said loudly.

"Ah? Apartment? Marseille?" Zhang Guodong was confused by Zhang Yang's series of confusing words. Although Zhang Yang had already emerged from the excitement of signing the Marseille team, he was still so excited when he called his family to share his joy with his family that he was a little incoherent and had no distinction between the primary and secondary.

"Dad, my son, Zhang Yang, now in Marseille's apartment, I am a Marseille player now, I'm signed with Marseille." Zhang Yang's last words almost came out!

Zhang Guodong was stunned. He didn't believe his ears and shouted loudly at his phone, "You said--"

Zhang Yang laughed, "That's right, dad, you heard it right, I'm a professional player now, Marseille! The Marseille team in the Ligue 1!"

"Dad, let me tell you, I'm the Marseille head coach Fernandez personally took a fancy to him. Dad, now you believe it, I've said it long ago, I'm a genius, of course, this is also your greatest contribution to your father. Hehe, your genes are good." Zhang Yang began to talk nonsense.

Zhang Guodong held his cell phone in his hand, listening to his son's voice on the other end of the phone, listening to his son's excitement, and tears flowed. At this moment, his son's words were the happiest voice for him.

"Lao Zhang, what's wrong with you? Is something wrong with your son?" Li Shufen came out of the store and saw her husband crying. She was frightened and asked loudly.
Chapter completed!