Wang Chao's departure from the team went smoothly the next day.
It should not have gone smoothly, because Jiang Long had taken the initiative to find Wang Chao at the court early that morning and told him some "good news": he had secured a spot in the winter special training program.
Jiang Long had thought Wang Chao would be delighted, and that his own career crisis had finally been resolved.
But Wang Chao then showed him the contract he had signed the night before.
Jiang Long was dumbfounded.
Still unwilling to give up, he directly called his father, Jiang Tiansheng. Thus, half an hour later, Wang Chao, who had yet to leave the training base, came face-to-face with Jiang Tiansheng, head coach of the Northern Hubei Provincial Team.
Yes, Jiang Tiansheng had come in person...
After watching Wang Chao's match against Wu Li, anyone with even a little discernment could not possibly give him up so easily.
The Northern Hubei Provincial Team's base and the Jiangcheng City Team's base were located in the same city, not far apart to begin with. The reason they had little contact normally was, in the end, the provincial team's arrogance. But with the matter now urgent, Jiang Tiansheng could no longer concern himself with saving face.
He was sixty-three this year, with white hair and beard, a ruddy complexion, a booming voice, and an imposing presence. At first glance, he somewhat resembled White-Browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng from The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber. Facing Wang Chao, he was extremely forceful. "Young players shouldn't keep their eyes on that little bit of money. Your future is what matters most. I heard you switched from amateur to professional? Then your foundation certainly isn't solid. You should continue your studies with the provincial team and build