Chinese players in Europe

Chapter 677

"Old Yao, would you like to go to England?"

In Huaxia CD City, Sichuan Quanxing's head coach's office, the team chairman and head coach Chu Zhongtian was looking at his driver Yao Liang for more than ten years, waiting for his answer.

Chu Zhongtian actually didn't expect Mr. Meili to ask him to help him find a full-time bodyguard. After all, the capabilities and reputation of professional security companies in Europe are still very good. Even if Mr. Meili wants to find a follower, he doesn't need to go to China Come and find it?
However, after hearing that this is the requirement that the nationality of the bodyguard must be Huaxia, Chu Zhongtian couldn't help rubbing his nose in anger and amused himself: Could it be that this kid is really thinking about the driver beside him, Otherwise, why would this brat ask for a Chinese bodyguard?This is too nonsensical...

However, Chu Zhongtian also thinks that Mo Fei and Mr. Meili’s concerns are very reasonable. After all, Mo Fei is now the world’s football player, No.1 in football, and the number of people who follow him is countless. As for the people who want to benefit from Mo Fei, there are not many For a small number, it is necessary to hire a professional and dedicated bodyguard.If something unexpected happened to Mo Fei, let alone any unpredictable shocks in world football, the Huaxia fans would definitely go crazy. Now Mo Fei has become the spiritual pillar of hundreds of millions of Huaxia fans. I'm afraid it will melt in my mouth, and I'm afraid it will be cold when I put it on my head. It's so precious...

"To find Xiao Mo?"

After Lao Yao's cold face that has not changed for many years, after hearing what his boss said, his first reaction was that he did not do well, and the boss wanted to fire him.But soon he dismissed this unrealistic idea, jokingly, if he didn't do his duty well, then there would be no more qualified driver and bodyguard in China than himself.

Lao Yao quickly understood Chu Zhongtian's meaning, thinking of that young face that kept laughing all day long, Lao Yao's indifferent face showed a hint of warmth unconsciously, and nodded involuntarily.

"I go."

Seeing the warm smile in Lao Yao's eyes, Chu Zhongtian's glasses nearly shattered.He knows better than anyone what kind of person his subordinate is. The entire iceberg treats everyone with an indifferent and indifferent attitude, and only occasionally smiles when facing himself.But now, he didn't see the person, only heard his name, and smiled, and smiled so warmly...

Chu Zhongtian really felt that his past ten years was really wasted. The friendship he had with Lao Yao for more than ten years was not as good as the relationship between Mo Fei and Lao Yao established in just a few short contacts...

"MMGBD!" Chu Zhongtian couldn't help cursing at Mo Fei who was thousands of miles away in his heart. He said, why does this kid miss his subordinates? corner...

When Chu Zhongtian was upset, he saw that Lao Yao returned to his usual indifferent expression, without saying hello, he turned around and opened the door to leave.

"Uh?... Hey, Lao Yao, where are you going?" Chu Zhongtian asked suspiciously.

"Huh? Pack up your things and prepare to go to England." Old Yao replied without stopping his steps.

"Damn...you're disgusting on purpose, don't I...I...I...I won't pay you any more!" Chu Zhongtian was going crazy, and couldn't help but stare at Lao Yao's back roared.

"Xiao Mo is my boss now, and I will ask him for a salary..." Lao Yao turned his head, showing a rare narrow smile on his face. He laughed meekly and said, "Let's go, let's go abroad once, yeah, follow Xiao Mo to live in a bungalow, walk a foreign dog, and pick up a foreign girl..."

"I X..." Chu Zhongtian was completely speechless, watching Lao Yao's figure gradually disappear at the end of the corridor, after a long time, Director Chu let out a heart-piercing cry, "God, what kind of world is this? ...Thinking that I was a wise man all my life, I was poached by a little kid with no hair yet, and I have no face to face others..."

The Quanxing players who were training on the court suddenly heard bursts of hoarse but extremely sad shouts coming from the office building, just like the creepy howls in "Midnight Ring", and the players couldn't help it shuddered.

"Who am I...who? Pretending to be ghosts and scaring people in broad daylight, is there such a wicked person?" Some players complained in cold sweat.

"It seems to be Director Chu's voice..."

"Indeed. You said, Director Chu, some accident happened, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Let me tell you, this is actually a very normal thing." The very senior player looked at the office building mysteriously, and said to the teammates who came up to gossip, "...you don't know, do you? , Instructor Chu is a different person, every month he has such uncomfortable days..."

Everyone rolled their eyes and fell silent.

"Fuck, who is chewing my tongue behind my back?"

Could it be that he just put the phone in front of his ear, and before he could speak, he sneezed three times in a row for no apparent reason.

I wondered for a while, but couldn't think of a reason, so I put the phone to my ear again.

"I said old man, when will you send me the bodyguard! I'm so worried..."

Mo Fei stood in front of the bedroom window, looking at the outlines of several cars parked under the shadow of the trees outside the small courtyard, his face full of helplessness.He knows exactly what it is. These unscrupulous reporters are now almost treating his house as a "resident office". Don't expect to get away if you don't reveal something yourself.

This is not what troubles Mo Fei the most. After all, as long as a paper is handed over to the police station that the other party "intrudes on private space and affects his normal life", the police will drive these people away.

But reporters can deal with it like this, but what about fans?You can't have to hold your phone in your hand as soon as you go out on the street, ready to call the police at any time, right?Besides, although the fans are crazy, they have a good intention. They just want to get in touch with No.1 in the world, and they have no evil intentions. !

Could it be that he is really going to be so sad now, he found that he has become the "king" in the fairy tale who goes out on tour without clothes, as long as he goes to the street, no matter whether he knows him or not, he will go shopping The one who buys clothes, as long as they are people, they will gather around him, and then under the gaze of a large group of people, they will start to sign autographs and take group photos... After a whole day, let alone shopping, the facial expressions My muscles are cramping from laughing...

When Mr. Meili heard Murphy's narration, his stomach almost burst into laughter. He knew very well that even though Murphy was exaggerating, it was basically close to the truth.Mr. World Footballer, this is the first time in the UK. It can be called No.1 in the history of British football. The media and fans who have reached the extreme in pursuit of Mo Fei don’t see Mo Fei as a rare animal in the zoo. That’s really called it. Something weird...

"Haha, Mo, I can only feel my utmost sympathy for this..." Mr. Meili finally stopped laughing and calmed down his emotions, but when he thought of Mo Fei's embarrassing situation, he couldn't help laughing again.

"I said you're a shameless old man, you're still laughing, hurry up and figure out a way for me..." Could it be that his nose was almost crooked, but he had no choice but to deal with an old and unruly person like Mr. Meili, He had to pitifully ask the other party to give him an idea.

"Mo, you don't have to worry too much. The media and fans just like you too much as Mr. Footballer. When this period of craze passes, it will return to the calm situation of the past." Mr. Meili couldn't hide his smile A satisfied voice came from the microphone, "By the way, I have taken care of the bodyguard you want, and he will come to London to report to you soon."

"Still reporting? Do you think I'm the leader? I said handsome Mr. James, don't you find me a tall and tall old hairy bodyguard who hurts me when I look at it?" Mo Fei responded angrily.

"Hey, brat, are you questioning my work ethic? Let me tell you, I'm the best and most dedicated agent in Europe, and I screened for exactly what you asked me to do. It's such a bad day, People’s hearts are not old. I think back then, there were countless players who begged me to be Dang’s agent. Now, it’s good. There’s a kid who keeps whining in my ear all day long. It’s annoying like a fly. I’m really Enough is enough, I want... I want... brat, I want to beat you!"

There was Mr. Merry's bluffing, and what followed was a flurry of boasting about his past glory.

Could it be that Mr. Meili has long been aware of what kind of out-of-the-ordinary person he is, and even so, he was still sweating profusely.But he couldn't disturb the other party's good spirits, so he could only keep nodding his head, echoing a few words from time to time, and then praising the other party.

After spitting out almost half of the disappearing saliva, Mr. Meili was finally tired. He dropped the tone of "I will educate you next time", and under Mo Fei's face full of black lines, he said "slap..." Hang up the phone.

Could it be that now I feel that I am the most wronged person in the world, not only being "warmly received" by fans and the media when I go out, but also being ruthlessly "lessoned" when I make a phone call. Is there anything more tragic than this in the world? ?Is there anyone more unlucky than yourself?
"Damn it, I forgot to ask who did this old shameless call me?" Mo Fei put down the phone, suddenly remembered that he still had a problem that he hadn't figured out, and he didn't bother to listen to Mr. Meili's "slobbering offensive", so he thought about it , put the phone in his pocket indifferently, curled his lips, "I don't know when that bodyguard will come to report...don't care, just do it yourself. If you like it, you can keep it, if you don't, you can kick it away ...Hey, who told me that brother is a big star now, it's just a shame..."

Could it be that while humming the little tune he changed to himself, he changed his clothes comfortably and was ready to go out.Although the greetings from the fans and the media are so warm, can't you just stay at home all day?On the days when there is no training or competition, he always wants to go out and hang out. As for the "fever reception" he may receive, he can only treat it as a kind of enjoyment for the time being.Although this kind of enjoyment is indeed quite distressing at times...

At the same time, a middle-aged oriental man with an indifferent face and tall figure came out from the lobby of Heathrow Airport.Dragging a simple suitcase, he reached out from his pocket and took out a small note with the destination of the trip and a contact number on it.

The middle-aged man stood firmly in the middle of the exit, looked down at the little note and was silent, like a statue, motionless.There are a few passengers waiting to get out at the back who are a little dissatisfied. If you don't go out, the big guys are still waiting to get out.But no one dared to go up and "find fault". This oriental man's figure is not very tall, but the icy breath all over his body makes everyone around him feel a chill. They have no doubt that if this middle-aged man is annoyed Man, I'm afraid the ending is very dangerous...

After a long time, the middle-aged man put the note back into his pocket, then showed a weird smile at the dull and inexplicable foreigners behind him, and walked out.

"Let's go directly and give Xiao Mo a surprise."

Thinking of the surprised expression on the other side's face, the middle-aged man's face became even warmer.

(End of this chapter)