"I'm making money, making money. I don't even know how to spend it! I'll buy a Nokia in my left hand and a Motorola in my right! I'll switch between China Mobile, China Unicom, and Xiaolingtong, changing phone numbers every day. I ride a Mercedes then drive a BMW, enjoying saunas and eating lobster when I have nothing to do! I'm making money, making money, I've hired three nannies! One to sweep the floor, one to cook, and one to be a wet nurse. I hang traditional Chinese paintings in the toilet, making me look like an artist..."

Chen Hero happily hummed the song while changing clothes in the locker room, preparing for training.

He was very happy after signing the new contract. His weekly salary would soon become the highest in the team, forty thousand euros a week! Comrades, what is the concept?

Forty thousand euros is about four hundred thousand RMB! The money Chen Hero earned in a month was almost equivalent to the income of many Chinese wage earners for more than ten years. His father and mother worked hard in business, but their annual profit was only two to three hundred thousand, and now he earned enough in one week.

He could pay off the debt of more than one hundred thousand yuan in a week!

One million six hundred thousand a month, this is no small sum.

And more importantly... Russia's tax standards are very low! According to the current Russian tax law. The Russian personal income tax implements a one-size-fits-all approach, that is, taxation only begins when the annual income exceeds 4,800 rubles, with a uniform tax rate of 13%...

For players, this is undoubtedly heaven-like treatment. There are many leagues where many players are fleeing because the tax rate is too high, and both the club and the players cannot afford it.

But the Russian league does not have such problems, so since financial oligarchs have entered Russian football, many stars have come to the Russian league to pan for gold.

Chen Hero certainly didn't come here to pan for gold, but he inadvertently obtained such gold.

"Hero, what are you humming?" Denisov had been listening for a long time, but he couldn't understand a single word.

Chen Hero was singing in Chinese, and... Henan dialect!

"Ha, Tuanzhang (Regimental Commander). I'm singing... By the way, are you all free tonight? Katyusha, my treat, what do you think?"

Chen Hero signed a new contract with the club, and everyone knew that his salary and benefits had increased, but everyone didn't know the specific numbers.

Seeing how happy he was, Denisov knew that it must have increased a lot.

Since the nouveau riche had taken the initiative to stick his head out, why not take advantage?

Denisov nodded: "Okay! I'll go get people!"

The St. Petersburg eat, drink, and be merry group hadn't had any activities for a long time. Since Chen Hero had been working hard to improve, the eat, drink, and be merry group had only organized two activities. Compared with the initial madness, two activities in so many months was indeed very low-key.

Everyone was actually looking forward to the activity—they were all young people with money, so of course they wanted to have fun.

After training, Denisov appeared in front of Chen Hero with Anyukov, Kerzhakov, Arshavin, and Martin Škrtel.

Chen Hero knew the first four people, they were members of the eat, drink, and be merry group, but Martin Škrtel...

Seeing Chen Hero's surprised expression, Denisov explained: "Hero, the eat, drink, and be merry group has grown!"

In Chen Hero's mind, Škrtel had always been a relatively pure person, unexpectedly... Škrtel, you with the thick eyebrows and big eyes, have also betrayed the revolution!

Anyukov said from the side: "Martin heard us say that Katyusha is very fun and wanted to see it for himself..."

Chen Hero then realized that he had misunderstood them—until now, Škrtel was still very pure...

Škrtel's explanation seemed very weak: "What? It's the first team activity, of course I can't be absent..."

Denisov and Anyukov, the two lewd leaders and deputy leaders, laughed at Škrtel, so much so that Škrtel's voice became smaller and smaller, and his face turned red.

Then everyone laughed—the feeling of teasing a pure boy is so good!

Six people in two cars went to Katyusha, a famous nightclub in St. Petersburg.

Chen Hero was surprised that Arshavin had also come. But then he thought about it—every man has this kind of thought, it's really normal, normal, very normal.

As soon as they entered the nightclub, Denisov skillfully led everyone straight to the private room on the second floor.

The lights in the lobby on the first floor were dim, the music was loud, and a bunch of men and women were hugging each other and dancing wildly in the dance floor. There were too many people here, and everyone was a Zenit player, so they didn't want to be recognized and attract the media. That would spoil the fun.

As a frequent visitor to various nightclubs and red-light districts, Denisov had a long-term reserved private room here. When he wasn't coming, the private room was empty. When he wanted to come, he just needed to make a phone call and everything would be prepared for him. If you want to book a room... there are some upstairs.

This place can be described as a one-stop shop for eating, drinking, and having fun.

As soon as they entered the private room, the girls inside were already waiting.

Even Arshavin skillfully picked one, only Škrtel was sitting on the sofa, looking a little restrained. He put his hands together between his thighs, sat in the corner of the sofa, lowered his head, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Denisov laughed when he saw him like this, and he waved his hand: "My brother is here for the first time, he's a little shy, find him a fierce one!"

Hearing this, Škrtel's head drooped even lower...

A bunch of sluts laughed beside him.

This group of people who hadn't come out to play for a long time were playing very wildly. Deputy leader Anyukov had just jumped into the dance floor when he was immediately surrounded by three women, and in the blink of an eye, he was naked...

As for the women in the dance floor, they had already been naked for a long time...

In the explosive and crazy music, everyone was having a great time, only Škrtel seemed very out of place—he was still sitting on the sofa, lowered his head, with his hands between his thighs.

And his female companion was one of the members who besieged Anyukov...

Leaving his female companion and sitting there in a daze, what kind of mental... illness is this in a nightclub!

So Denisov winked at the women, and everyone rushed towards Škrtel with wine glasses.

"Handsome guy, have a drink!"

"Come, come, let's have a drink!"

"Okay, handsome guy! Everyone is here to have fun, don't be so restrained!"

…

After a few drinks, Škrtel finally let go.

Chen Hero was wincing as he watched from the side.

Then he turned his head and said to Denisov beside him earnestly: "Another good young man has been corrupted by you! Tuanzhang (Regimental Commander)..."

Denisov gave him the middle finger.

Anyukov next to him stroked his chin, looked at Škrtel, who was chasing the naked beauties in the private room, and pondered: "I suddenly feel that my position as deputy leader is in jeopardy..."

"What are you afraid of? Just add another deputy leader!" Chen Hero suggested. One main and two deputies is very normal.

A few people were playing really crazy, especially Škrtel, this "virgin" who came to the nightclub for the first time became famous in one battle, causing some of the beauties to look at him with some strange expressions...

When leaving the nightclub, Škrtel had a blonde beauty on his left and a black-haired beauty on his right, standing at the door of the private room to say goodbye to everyone—he wasn't going back, he was going to book a room upstairs.

"Martin!" Chen Hero called him when Škrtel was flirting with the blonde beauty.

He turned around and looked at Chen Hero.

"You..." Chen Hero looked at Škrtel, whose face was flushed from drinking too much, and didn't know what to say.

Unexpectedly, Škrtel nodded slowly and forcefully: "Hmm!"

The meaning was: I understand, you don't have to say anything!

But the key is that Chen Hero himself didn't know what to say...

Seeing him like this, Chen Hero knew that he really didn't need to say anything.

"Have fun!" He waved his hand and said goodbye with the other teammates.

Behind them came the excited screams of women.

A few people sighed and shook their heads at the same time.

After shaking his head, Arshavin said: "The Dutchman will be even more headache..."

Two main forwards, one main full-back, one main core, and one main center-back... The main players of St. Petersburg Zenit were wiped out by the eat, drink, and be merry group. I really don't know what Advocaat will feel after hearing this news.

When training the next day, Chen Hero saw Škrtel again. This kid looked quite normal, and didn't seem to have weak legs and kidneys because of the three hundred rounds of fierce fighting with two women yesterday. Anyway, he looked normal when running for warm-up now.

He was just about to go up and say hello to Škrtel when he saw Škrtel take the initiative to come up from behind.

"Hehe."

This was Škrtel's greeting.

Chen Hero was confused by the "hehe." Two people met, what are you "hehe-ing" about?

"Hero."

"Huh?"

"That... when will the Tuan (group) have another activity?"

Chen Hero was running, and when he heard Škrtel's words, he almost fell on his face...

Tuanzhang (Regimental Commander) ah Tuanzhang (Regimental Commander), look what you've done. Such a good young man has... fallen!

Seeing Škrtel, who was even more hungry than he was when he first came to Zenit, Chen Hero didn't know what to say.

He could only prevaricate: "There will be, hehe, there will be..."

Škrtel smiled happily when he heard Chen Hero say this.

Chen Hero was thinking—if this continues to develop, won't the eat, drink, and be merry group wipe out all the young people in the Zenit team?

Other teams have factions, such as the Portuguese gang, the Brazilian gang, the Argentine gang, the local gang, or the youth training gang. Only we Zenit have created an "eat, drink, and be merry gang."