The other team's head coach's constipated look and the championship without a trophy were probably the best affirmation of the Galactic Club in the past year.
Kane felt that on this day, his life, which had been gloomy for several years, was lit up again.
Manson was also grinning from ear to ear. Although the Three Scumbags had said that the pre-season was not a competition, it was still an official competition. This was the first championship he had won since he started coaching a professional men's rugby club. Unfortunately, there was no trophy.
Lynch was also very satisfied. Investment meant seeing returns. Some returns were material and monetary, while some were intangible. He had invested in the team and promised to continue doing so, so the team had to show its value.
The players were also very satisfied. After a year of hard work, they had finally won a championship. Although the value was the same as nothing, they were still very excited. This meant that their foothold in the industry was more stable than before.
Perhaps the people from the League Games had heard that Lynch was also here, so they had specially prepared a certificate to give to the Galactic Club. This was probably the first physical prize in the history of the pre-season.
The reason for this was easy to understand. After all, Lynch was an important partner of the League Games and an important vice-chairman of the sports promotion association. They needed to respect Lynch.
Looking at the excited lads and Kane's signal, Lynch decided to say something to these young people.
"An ideal without support is always an ideal. Only an ideal with a realizable foundation has the possibility of becoming a reality."
"I'm very happy that you have chosen the most correct new choice among the many choices. It's a bit of a mouthful, but I want to congratulate you. A completely different life from the past is about to slowly unfold for you."
In the locker room, the players stood or sat, panting. Their eyes were burning as they looked at Lynch. The coach and Kane stood to one side. As the club president, Lynch's arrival in the locker room was actually very ceremonial. It was also an affirmation of the team's performance.
What he said was also very meaningful. He was the same age as these players, so his words were more effective than Kane and Manson's.
"There is no success that does not require hard work. Behind every success is 10,000 times of sweat, and this is even more true for athletes."
"I believe in one thing, and I also believe that it is the truth!"
He stretched out a finger and pointed upwards. "As long as you work hard, there will definitely be rewards. That's for sure!"
"I've heard Coach Kane and Coach Manson talk about some of the club's problems. I also feel that we need to make some changes. Taking advantage of this victory, I'll talk about some changes."
"First of all, Kane will get one percent of the club's shares, but you can't sell it to others. If one day you don't want to hold it anymore, you can sell it to me according to the market price."
Manson immediately looked at Kane enviously. Holding the least amount of shares meant that he was a "partner". Although many companies' "partners" were just an excuse for the company to exploit their surplus labor without raising their wages, this identity was really useful (not all partners could get a share of the money).
If one day Kane wanted to leave the Galactic Club, just the identity of a "professional club partner and manager" would allow him to quickly find a satisfactory job, but a normal manager would not.
Looking at Kane's agitated and unconscious face, everyone knew what kind of impact this had on him.
Although they were envious, they could only be envious, not jealous.
For coaches and players, being loyal to a team for a long time might earn them the label of "loyalty," but this was not in line with their goals.
There was a very good saying: new pursuits, new challenges, they were bound to leave. If they became partners, it would restrict their development.
It was possible that when they were a little older, they would take the initiative to retire from important positions in order to live a stable life. This was not what a warrior should do!
When Kane's lips began to tremble, Lynch smiled and raised his hand to make a gesture to him, telling him to shut up first.
"Second, starting next season, the club will set up a foundation to take care of athletes who have to leave the professional game due to injuries. The foundation will arrange jobs for you. The salary may not be as high as when you are an athlete, but …"
Lynch's smile was as bright as the sun, and it warmed people's hearts. "… It will be enough to support a family, so that this family will not have to worry about food and clothing."
Manson and the excited Kane were once again dumbfounded. They had been dumbfounded more times today than they had been in the past year.
"Mr. President, I don't mean to offend you, but the foundation you mentioned …" A young man, who looked to be in his early twenties, scratched his head uneasily. He was a little timid. Not everyone could remain calm in front of a rich man like Lynch.
Lynch nodded. "The Sports Promotion Guarantee Fund is a branch of the Blackstone Fund. It is a private fund, and in short, it belongs to me personally."
"All athletes who have served in my professional sports club for more than six years will be included in the guarantee group. I always believe that people who work hard will be rewarded, and I insist that people like us, who are slightly richer than ordinary people, should take more responsibility."
"Capital is not necessarily cold-blooded. At least, I won't do that. Some of you have contributed your youth and health to me, so I should make sure that you have a worry-free life in the future."
"You may be assigned to some schools as physical education teachers. If you are assigned to a high school or university …" He raised his eyebrows and whistled frivolously. The young men suddenly laughed, like animals in heat.
"You may also stay in the club as teaching assistants, or take up some professional work in a second-level or third-level club."
"You work hard for me, and I will pay you back!"
Although they were very touched, Kane and Manson still felt that there was something they weren't sure about. It wasn't until the start of the new season that they realized that the lads were even more reckless than before. They couldn't help but sigh. Mr. Lynch was really a benevolent capitalist.
After missing these important events for many people, Lynch declined some people's invitations. He went to the hotel where he was staying and met the three people he wanted to see in the reception room — the three cheap commentators.
Before Lynch's arrival, the three of them were very uneasy. After all, they were facing a rich man like Lynch, and they might have offended him in the game not long ago.
This was the most significant difference between politicians and capitalists. Politicians had to take care of their reputation. Even if they wanted to retaliate, they would only retaliate secretly. Capitalists would do everything in the open. The purpose of doing so was to warn those who intended to provoke them that they might not be able to bear the consequences of doing so.
So when Lynch entered the reception room, the three men, whose combined age was more than 100 years old, suddenly stood up and looked at Mr. Lynch helplessly by the sofa.
Lynch took off his coat and handed it to the hotel's housekeeper. He also let the maid polish his leather shoes, which did not seem to be dirty, again.
"Don't be nervous, sit …" He raised his hand and gestured. He smiled and walked to an independent sofa opposite the sofa and sat down. "I like your commentary style very much. I don't care about the offense you might feel. Who can't take a joke, right?"
The second commentator asked habitually, "Should we agree with your point of view?"
The other two glared at him, then turned to Lynch and gave him a flattering smile.
Lynch smiled. It was hard to tell if he really did not care or if he was pretending not to care. "I'm not joking. Your style is very likable. I have a job for you. I don't know if you have time."
The three of them seemed to have reached a consensus this time and all nodded.
Before February, they had almost nothing to do. During this period of time, they could only stay at home or commentate some replayed games. If there was an extra job, it seemed like a good choice.
"Very good. I want you guys to continue with your style of being mean, humorous, and bitchy (speaking like an arrogant bitch). However, I don't want you guys to commentate on competitions. I want you guys to commentate on some people and some things."
The first commentator seemed to have noticed something. He stretched his neck and lowered his head as he asked, "Mister Lynch, you're saying …"
Lynch raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "The Regional Selection is coming up soon. I have a good relationship with the Regional Governor. Recently, the television has been filled with news about this. I need some different people to contribute some different content. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
The second commentator probably felt that Lynch did not pose much of a threat. He nodded. "We understand. We'll take the money we should take and say what we should say."
"Well said!"
Lynch pointed at him. "The Regional Selection will end before February. I'll give you thirty thousand yuan in two months' time and arrange all the programs. You guys only need to …" This time, a sincere smile appeared on his face. "Just mock our opponents like you did in the past!"
"The people will like you guys!"
The vulgar style of these people was even more down-to-earth than opera. The people would like to watch their programs and thus stand on the Regional Governor's side politically. As long as those mean words were not directed at them, everyone would find it interesting.
Since it was something interesting, the Regional Governor's candidate would not be angry about sacrificing one person to benefit the people of the entire region, right?