Even a hotel.
Messi still likes to eat the food cooked by Antonella, so before Messi picked up Su Bai to meet Bartomeu in the morning, Messi asked Antonella to prepare lunch.
When it was almost 12 o'clock, Messi brought Su Bai and Lin Yuner to the suite.
"Sister Antonella, good afternoon!"
Although they had met her once, Lin Yuner still seemed a little nervous when she saw the Queen's wife.
After saying hello briefly, Lin Yuner quickly tidied up and got into the kitchen.
Messi took Su Bai and sat on the sofa in the living room.
After making a cup of her favorite yerba mate, Macy handed it over.
This is not the first time Messi has recommended this thing to Su Bai.
However, Su Bai really couldn't get used to the taste of this mate tea.
The two of them had just sat down and before they had time to talk, Su Bai's phone rang.
I took it out and saw that it belonged to Raiola.
Su Bai did not shy away from Messi and picked up the call in front of Messi.
"Su, have you signed a contract with Barcelona?"
Raiola asked once the call was connected.
"No, where did you hear the news?"
"Now the newspapers are going crazy, saying that Barcelona spent 200 million in signing fees to get you in order to form the MSN group, and you have already agreed. The scene of you and Messi smiling at each other in the hotel has been posted on all major media. It’s in the media headlines.”
"Mino, that's not what I promised Bartomeu, I was just joking with Messi."
"Haha, whether you answered or not, this photo of yours came just in time."
"Real Madrid's sales have reached 150 million!"
"Furthermore, Florentino agreed. If you go to Real Madrid, you will become the core!"
"Real Madrid? Mino, did you see he was from Real Madrid at noon?"
"Yeah, it's Real Madrid at noon. I've just finished lunch with Florentino here. I'm on my way to see Abramovich now. Chelsea is also interested. The oil tycoon has taken action. How can this oligarch sit still?"
"All right!"
Real Madrid is indeed a bit surprised that Su Bai can offer 150 million.
As expected of Florentino, the creator of Real Madrid’s Galacticos!
This courage is simply not comparable to Bartomeu.
However, Su Bai knew that Florentino was deceiving him about the so-called person who regarded himself as the core.
Now is Ronaldo's highlight moment. How could Real Madrid leave Ronaldo aside?
I am completely incompatible with Ronaldo.
Therefore, Florentino probably did not buy him for real, but simply to disgust Barcelona.
"Su, is Real Madrid also making an offer?"
After hanging up the phone number, Messi also asked curiously.
"Yeah, they offered 150 million, but I won't go to Real Madrid!"
Su Bai's reply made Messi feel relieved.
It's a pity that Su Bai can't go to Barcelona and Messi, but if Su Bai goes to Real Madrid, Messi won't be a pity, it will be so uncomfortable that he can't sleep.
"Empanadas Tucumanas is ready! You guys have been waiting for a long time!"
We were chatting.
A strong aroma of meat wafted from the kitchen.
Antonella and Lin Yuner walked out together holding a huge plate.
Su Bai and Messi also rushed over.
Empanadas Tucumanas, to put it very Western, are actually meat pies made with meat, vegetables, and cheese.
The four of them just sat at the table.
Antonella watched everyone take their seats, quickly said a prayer, and then distributed the tableware to everyone.
"Su, I wonder if it suits you?"
Don't tell me yet.
Although it is just a simple meat pie, Antonella's is indeed delicious and delicious.
"Antonella, it's really, really delicious! I didn't expect your cooking skills to be as perfect as you are!"
Su Bai is a real person.
When Messi praised his wife in front of him, he kept saying nice things one after another.
Messi laughed from ear to ear when he heard Su Bai praise Antonella.
Several people were eating and watching the replay of the game on TV.
"Haha, Su, look at your pass!"
"Leo, you should look at your kicks. You're kicking them!"
"No, no, no, Su, I was predicting that, you don't understand, hiss, you hit Ozil, that guy is actually a pretty good person!"
"Leo, I don't like that guy."
"Okay, Su, if you don't like him, I won't like him anymore either!"
"Oppa, can you speak English? I can't understand a word of it!"
"Ok! ok! Sorry, Misslin!"
"Oh, by the way, Su, we have to go back to the team hotel to gather after dinner. Argentina has prepared a welcome ceremony!"
"I know, Leo, now you have a football Grand Slam. You are back in Argentina. You have to treat me well."
"I'll let Antonella prepare it. Su, you can stay at my house when you go back. Anyway, you don't have a house in Argentina now."
"Well, okay, that's what I plan to do."
"Oh, and of course you, beautiful misslin!"
Su Bai is enjoying the delicious food here.
And inside the Wstiong Hotel in Rio de Janeiro.
The busy Raiola met his third client today.
Abramovich!
The owner of Chelsea, a Russian super oligarch.
As a traditional Russian, Abramovich has no pretense.
A large table of barbecue, plus a high degree of vodka.
Even if he reaches the level of an oligarch like Abu, he still retains intact the old Maozi's habit of discussing business while drunk.
"Mino, come and have a toast, you won't look down on me, Abramovich!"
Before taking a bite, Abramovich directly raised the glass and pointed at Raiola.
Looking at Abu's size and fierce look.
Mino swallowed subconsciously, then smiled and raised his glass.
A high degree of vodka.
This is not Raiola's strong point.
However, if a boss as big as Abu has done it, if he doesn’t drink
"Mr. Abramovich, I have always admired you. It was you who created a great Chelsea, and I believe that with you, Chelsea will become brilliant step by step!"
As he spoke, Raiola drank the terrifying vodka directly into his stomach.
From throat to chest!
A burning sensation.
Raiola is waiting for Abramovich's offer and conditions.
But after drinking for who knows how many cups, Abu didn’t mention this matter at all.
This makes Raiola a little anxious.
After all, after meeting Abramovich, he still had to meet David Gill.
As the meritorious manager of Manchester United, although he is about to step down, Raiola is embarrassed not to give him this face.
Manchester United knew that Mansour was pursuing Su Bai, and given Su Bai's age and future potential, even the stingy Manchester United senior management asked David Gill to come forward to lure Su Bai to Manchester United.
fine!
Seeing that he was about to be knocked down by Abu.
Abu spoke.
"Old man, I won't beat around the bush, just tell me how much it is!"
"Money is not a problem for me, Abu!"
"I just want Su to come to Chelsea."
"Chelsea has Mourinho and Hazard!"
"I want to create a blue dynasty in the Premier League."
"And my Chelsea dynasty needs an iron-blooded king."
"Su, you are the one I like."
Raiola doesn't know whether Abramovich went up or not.
Anyway, it was Raiola who drank at least half a kilo of vodka and got drunk.
"Dear Davari!"
"You know, Su Bai and I are not the kind of people who only care about money."
"Although we also like money, that's because Su is worth that price."
"Did you know? That guy Bartomeu mentioned a signing fee of 200 million to Su Bai!"
"What a concept is that!"
"God, I never thought my players could get 200 million signing fees in transfers."
"Barcelona has Messi!"
"You also saw how crazy Argentina was at the World Cup this year."
"The power of the SM group has made the whole world tremble."
"The key is that Barcelona still has Neymar."
"I can't imagine how strong Barcelona will be after signing Su Bai."
"Real Madrid's BBC?"
"Absolutely vulnerable in front of MSN!"
Raiola was just mumbling to himself in a drunken state.
He saw Abu's face getting darker and darker.
But Raiola doesn't care about that.
Raiola was carried out of the hotel by his assistant.
Raiola, who was careless in his steps, did not forget to shout Abdawaris before leaving.
But the Davari in his mouth has long disappeared.
The signing fee of 200 million euros, to be honest, Abramovich can't accept it.
It's not that Abramovich can't afford it, but that Chelsea's Eden Hazard is really renewing his contract with the team.
If he really got Su Bai with a signing fee of 200 million, that Azar would definitely use this as an excuse to ask for a sky-high price.
Although he wanted Su Bai very much, Abramovich couldn't bring down the entire team for the sake of a player he liked like before.
that's all!
Abramovich stood in front of the window and watched as Raiola, who pretended to be drunk, was put into the car by his assistant.
Inside the luxurious Rolls-Royce.
Raiola, who looked lonely and drunk just now, woke up the moment the car door closed.
"This oligarch is an oligarch, not the same as an oil tycoon!"
He glanced at the figure on the roof.
Raiola took the water glass handed by his assistant.
"Chelsea seems to be out of the question, but Su Bai doesn't really want to go to Chelsea."
"Forget it, let's go see the Manchester United guy again!"
Under Raiola's command, the car drove quickly towards the hotel David Gill had booked.
Su Bai's side!
After a pleasant lunch.
Su Bai and Messi returned to the team's hotel with the Hercules Cup.
As for Lin Yoona, she followed Antonella on Messi's private jet and returned to Buenos Aires first.
Messi's car quickly took the two to the door of the hotel.
The assistant had already loaded their luggage on the private plane, so Messi and Su Bai didn't need to pack their bags at all.
By the time they entered the hotel lobby, all Argentina's team members were ready.
Messi carries the box containing the Hercules Cup.
As soon as the Argentine players saw the two coming in, they immediately gathered around.
Even Aguero, who had two dark circles under his eyes, came over.
"Su, are you going to Barcelona? 200 million signing fee? Is it true?"
Di Maria was the first to ask curiously.
As soon as these words came out, the Argentinian players who were originally gathered around Messi's Hercules Cup turned their heads to Su Bai's side.
Signing fee of 200 million euros!
Even for these Argentina internationals, it is an unimaginable astronomical figure.
"Yes, Su, is it really 200 million? It's too scary!"
"Oh my God, I can't earn enough in my life just from Su Guang's signature fee!"
"Come on, Gago, you haven't scored as many goals as Su Bai in one year since you were born!"
"Damn it, Garay, no one will think you are mute if you don't speak, fuck! The key point is that what you said is still right."
A group of people surrounded Su Bai curiously.
Even Savilia, who was so happy that she didn't sleep all night watching her news yesterday, couldn't help but put her ear to it.
"That's all fake. How can there be a signing fee of 200 million!"
Of course, the honest Su Bai quickly denied this somewhat exaggerated news.
However, the more Su Bai denied it, the less his teammates believed it.
After all, that's 200 million.
Lao Sa looked at Su Bai who could not change his face even if he could earn 200 million in signing fees, and he was immediately excited.
yes!
Last night he watched the media praise him all night long.
What is the founder of unstructured formation tactics, who is the greatest coach in the history of the World Cup, and what is a god-level master who will be proficient in various magical formations.
To be honest, when Lao Sa got up this morning, he felt as if he was actually looking at a faint white light growing behind his head.
But now look at Su Bai like this.
Lao Sa suddenly woke up.
Low profile!
He couldn't let all this bullshit flattery fool him into not knowing who he was.
Especially since his team received an offer from Paris yesterday.
They offered him the highest annual salary in the world and asked him to coach Paris.
In the middle of the night last night, Laos really studied these players of Paris Saint-Germain.
But after researching and researching, Lao Sa finally discovered that he couldn't do it.
Those random formation changes were all caused by this kid Su Bai.
He hesitated.
On the one hand, he has the highest salary in the world, and on the other hand, he is ruined.
Lao Sa was a little wavering.
"Ahem!"
"Su!"
"Come here!"
I struggled internally for a long time.
Lao Sa finally plucked up the courage to secretly call Su Bai aside, who was surrounded by everyone.
It looked like no one was following.
Lao Sa looked at Su Bai anxiously and asked.
"Sue, are you going to Paris Saint-Germain?"
Are you going to Paris?
Su Bai was a little confused by the sneaky Lao Sa's question.
What the hell is going on?
"Boss, what's wrong?"
"Um"
Lao Sa was a little embarrassed by Su Bai's question.
this.
How to answer this?
Is it possible to tell Su Bai directly that he wants to follow Su Bai and earn the highest salary in the world?
"Head, Leo called me!"
Su Bai saw something was wrong with the old man Savilia, and glanced to the right with a rather threatening look.
Lao Sa was immediately furious with Su Bai.
But I thought about my contract with the highest salary in the world.
All I can do is hold back my temper and smile.
"Su, it's like this. Paris Saint-Germain gave me a contract. I just want to confirm whether our master and apprentice can continue to be together!"
Upon hearing what Lao Sa said.
Su Bai finally understood.
This old guy hasn't had enough with the national team and plans to go to Paris and play again.
Don't tell me yet.
If I really go to Paris, with Lao Sa here, I will seem to be the director of Su.
Even the team's formation is decided by himself.
"Boss, I don't know yet, and I'm not in a hurry. Anyway, the transfer period is still very long. Maybe there will be a better contract for you. If I decide, I will notify you in advance!"
One word!
That's it.
Lao Sa was so moved that it was a complete mess.
If he wasn't too old and Su Bai was too young, Lao Sa really wanted to hug Su Bai's thigh and rub it.
Dawn!
We, Lao Sa, have been struggling for more than sixty years, and it’s finally time to turn over.
We have won the World Cup, and with Su Bai here, there will be no problem with the America's Cup.
Win another Champions League!
Tsk tsk!
Wouldn’t he become a Grand Slam head coach?
Think of this!
Lao Sa's eyes suddenly turned fiery when he looked at Su Bai.
"Su, I think you can become the second captain now!"
that's all!
Aguero, who was standing next to Messi and rubbing the dark circles under his eyes, didn't know what had happened. He was no longer the second captain.
"Zhuang Mater Terrace!"
"Zhuang Mater Terrace!"
"Here is the special program of the 2014 World Cup Champions' Return to City Celebration being broadcast live by the Sports Channel for you!"
"I am your old friend He Wei!"
"Now, our frontline reporters have arrived at the hotel where the Argentine team is staying."
"With the full sponsorship of Longwei Mobile, our station will broadcast the entire celebration program for the Argentine team's return home."
"Moreover, Su Bai will also interact with our live broadcast room!"
In the live broadcast room of the sports channel, He Wei sat on the live broadcast stage and started the new program "Champions Return to the City" created by the sports channel.
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[Haha, Longwei Mobile spent a lot of money this time, but it was worth staying up all night to see Messi and Su Bai return to Argentina with the Hercules Cup from such a close distance. 】
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[Brother, this program will probably be broadcast for more than ten hours. I read the latest news. The Argentine team members are still in Brazil. They will fly back to Argentina by plane first, and then start touring the city! 】
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[A dozen hours is good, but we can’t see the live broadcast of Su Bai and Messi on the plane. I also want to know what Su Bai and Messi will talk about in a day. 】
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[What to talk about? Of course, we are talking about how to go to Barcelona and annihilate Real Madrid. Haha, Su Bai is going to Barcelona with a signing fee of 200 million. My Barcelona has definitely strengthened to an epic level. The MSN era has finally arrived. The BBC should be trembling now! 】
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[Two hundred million, this is too damn exaggerated. Last year, Bale’s eighty million to go to Real Madrid scared me to the point of incontinence. Two hundred million, when I saw the news yesterday, I exploded! 】
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[Haha, look, the live footage has come out and the entire Argentinian team is getting on the bus! 】
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[It seems to be Wang Tao. This guy is so lucky to have such close contact with Messi and Su Bai. 】
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[I have to ask Wang Tao to bring me some jerseys. This guy's jerseys are definitely genuine. It's best to get a to-sign, which will give him a big deal. 】
On the bus to the airport in Argentina.
Wang Tao looked excited when he looked at the Hercules Cup box placed between Su Bai and Messi.
Holding the microphone, Wang Tao walked between the two.
"Hello, Messi!"
"Hello, Su Bai!"
Although he was greeting the two of them, Wang Tao never took his eyes away from the box.
Su Bai and Wang Tao are acquaintances.
I don’t know how many jerseys I gave to Wang Tao.
"Brother Tao, do you want to see it?"
Made a bad joke.
Wang Tao was also a little embarrassed by Su Bai.
"Haha, Brother Tao, wait a minute, I'll take it out for you."
that's all!
Su Bai slowly opened the black iron box in front of millions of Chinese fans on the sports channel.
Wang Tao's right hand holding the microphone started to tremble a little at this time.
finally!
Su Bai opened the entire box.
And the golden Hercules Cup was lying quietly in the box.
Su Bai stretched out his hand, firmly grasped the base of the Hercules Cup, and then took out the Hercules Cup.
He handed it to Wang Tao with one hand.
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[Shit, this is the first time I’m so close to the Hercules Cup. Is this thing really made of pure gold? Brother Tao, can you take a bite for me? 】
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[Haha, that guy upstairs must be mentally retarded. You want Brother Tao to die. You bit someone’s Hercules Cup in front of so many Argentinian players. I’m afraid Brother Tao won’t be able to get off the bus alive. 】
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[By the way, Su Bai is the first Chinese to hold the Hercules Cup. No, he should be an Asian. Fortunately, Su Bai went to Argentina. If he had returned to the national football team at that time, he would probably be called Go and ask why he can play! 】
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[Haha, what do you mean? There is something in your words! 】
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[Nonsense, Su Bai’s return can be regarded as a planning player.]
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[Brother Tao’s hands are starting to tremble. Is the Hercules Cup really that heavy? 】
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[It’s not that the Hercules Cup is heavy, but that we didn’t have the confidence to hold it. Argentina has been on top of the world since the Maradona era. They lost the war, but they won the championship! God is fair and nothing is perfect! 】
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[The brother upstairs is right. Although he is very greedy, I think it is good now. Su Bai at least won the Hercules Cup instead of us Chinese people, and this time, Su Bai was still praised by the whole team. Cup, this gold content is enough for us Chinese people to say it with pride. 】
On the bus!
The car drove slowly on the road.
Even if there were no bumps, Wang Tao's hands still held the Hercules Cup firmly.
Su Bai very considerately helped Wang Tao take the microphone.
"There is always an anchor that can tie our hearts wandering in the sea of people. That anchor may be a certain person, which can make other people become the background and fill the heart with warmth and peace!"
“It makes hardships meaningful!”
"It allows us to find hope in despair!"
"Today, here!"
"Perhaps we Chinese fans have found our own anchor!"
"Although he is overseas, he still allows us drowning people struggling in the endless sea of suffering to find a place where hope and life can continue!"
"this moment!"
"In front of me is the Hercules Cup!"
"In front of me is Su Bai!"
"Even if his background is Leo Messi, it's Sergio Aguero, it's Gago, it's Di Maria!"
"In my eyes, there is only Su Bai who is smiling and joking with all our Chinese fans in the purest Chinese!"
“Thank you so much for healing us with his smile at this moment!”
As a Taiwanese poet commentator.
Just a temporary shot of Wang Tao holding onto the trophy because he was a little afraid of dropping it, was given the most intriguing meaning by his poetic words.
"Brother Tao, don't be afraid, this thing can't be broken."
"Tch, don't hurt me, you guy. If this thing is really broken, I will be responsible for this in my life."
"Haha, Brother Tao, what other projects does our station have? We won't just keep filming like this."
"Okay! If you don't tell me, I almost forgot. Follow the process, follow the process!"
"Give me the microphone!"
After that, as if he remembered something, Wang Tao quickly returned the Hercules Cup to Su Bai and took the microphone along the way.
"Hello, all viewers of the sports channel!"
"I am Wang Tao, our frontline reporter!"
"Here I am, on the bus heading to the airport for the Argentina team!"
"According to the requirements of the program, we will now randomly select three fans and friends to leave messages and ask questions to conduct a zero-distance Q&A session with the top stars of the World Cup!"
"It's all the players on the bus, including Su Bai and Messi!"
Wang Tao finished speaking here.
The Chinese fans in the live broadcast room immediately started asking questions like crazy.
He Wei and the staff of the sports channel hurriedly collected a few suitable ones for broadcast among the numerous questions.
Don’t say it yet!
These guys are cheating the fans. It’s really not easy to find a few normal ones.
Why can Messi and Su Bai switch nationalities and come to China to help China win the World Cup?
Is Aguero's balls healed? He wants to ask Aguero to go to a dragon to help Aguero recover.
And whether Su Bai's four hours was real? He wanted to compete with Su Bai on the spot.
Anyway!
It’s not easy!
He Wei found three more reliable ones.
"Wang Tao, the problem has been extracted here!"
"Okay, He Wei!"
"The first question is for Messi!"
"This fan wants to know how Messi feels after winning the Hercules Cup. Now the Messi fans in China have already called Messi the King of Football. I don't know what Messi thinks of this title!"
Wang Tao nodded after hearing He Wei's question in his ear, then turned around and looked at Messi.
Su Bai naturally acted as a translator.
Apart from asking how much in Spanish, Brother Tao is not very proficient in anything else.
Turn it over in Su Bai's.
Messi smiled shyly at the camera again.
He glanced at Su Bai.
Messi nodded seriously.
"Hello, Chinese fans, I am Leo Messi!"
"I am very happy to be interviewed by China Sports Channel."
"Well, I already know the problem of Chinese fans."
"First of all, I am very grateful to the Chinese fans who have always cared about me, even if you can't come to the scene to cheer for me and Su Bai!"
"I'm really happy to win the World Cup."
"The person I want to thank the most is Su!"
"Su scored 22 goals during the entire World Cup. Argentina's championship would not have been possible without Su!"
"80% of this championship belongs to Su!"
"It also belongs to those Chinese fans who cheer for us Argentina."
"As for the Chinese fans calling me the world's best player, to be honest, I think I'm not doing enough now. We haven't won the America's Cup yet!"
"In the next America's Cup, Su and I will go all out to help Argentina win another America's Cup trophy!"
Messi answered the question with a smile.
However, although his head was facing the camera, Messi had to glance at Su Bai next to him with every word and sentence.
The two of them looked amazing in the sports channel footage.
Right behind the two of them.
A head with dark circles under his eyes kept approaching from time to time.
Aguero!
Poor Lao Gui just watched Su Bai and Messi being interviewed in front of him.
Three questions.
Lao Gui did not wait for one.
The words are divided into two parts.
Su Bai and Messi were having fun with each other on the bus.
Bajie's side
Bah bah bah!
It's Raiola's side!
He was miserable.
problem occurs!
Raiola had a quarrel with the people at Manchester United.
After coming out of Abramovich's side, although Raiola was still sober, he was indeed a little drunk after half a kilogram of vodka.
Drinking makes you bold!
No, it should be wine that strengthens minox.
During the candid negotiations with Manchester United, Raiola also became strong under the influence of alcohol.
Originally, Manchester United CEO David Gill had a very pleasant conversation with Raiola.
But when Joel, the eldest son of Manchester United owner Glazer, joined the negotiations, the originally harmonious atmosphere became tense.
As the largest shareholder owning 72% of Manchester United's shares.
The Glazer family can be said to single-handedly control the most prestigious top club in the Premier League.
Joel, who is worth tens of billions, has always believed that players are just commodities in the hands of capitalists like them.
The broker is a second-rate dealer.
Therefore, after raising the signing fee to 150 million, Joel directly took out a check of 20 million euros and stuffed it into Raiola's hands.
Joel is confident that Raiola can help Manchester United obtain 85% of Su Bai's image rights.
Moreover, of the 85% image rights, Raiola will secretly occupy 15%!
to be honest!
This kind of script can be said to be very common in European football.
But what Joel didn't expect was.
Raiola, who was red-faced and already a little drunk, immediately became furious like a crazy lion when he saw Joel stuffing the check into his hand.
"Damn thing!"
"Are you insulting Mino Raiola?"
"Do you know what you're doing?"
"Don't apply your American capitalist tactics to the sacred football!"
"Don't tarnish the purest friendship between Su and me with your dirty thoughts!"
"you!"
"You and your Glazer family have brought shame to a great club like Manchester United!"
"Seeing you makes me sick!"
"Remember one sentence!"
"Su is not a person who can be bought with money!"
"Similarly, Su's agent, Mino Raiola, is not a person who can be bribed with money!"
The furious Raiola overturned the table and left angrily.
Although there was no video, Raiola's hysterical roar was heard by everyone present.
What's this?
This is explosive news.
Raiola, who regards wealth as his life, angrily tore up the huge check from the Glazer family of Manchester United?
Not only this, the Glazer family's behavior is definitely legal.
A moment!
Manchester United and the Glazer family have been pushed to the forefront.
And Su Bai's transfer once again dominated the headlines of major media.
Compared with Su Bai's Xihong city-level trading.
Raiola directly brought this transfer to the climax!
"Manchester United's signing fee of 150 million plus another 20 million to bribe Su Bai's agent. How much is Su Bai worth? 》
"Barcelona wants to buy for 200 million, Manchester United has a shady story of 170 million, and the most terrifying transfer record in world football is about to be born!" 》
And just as the whole world was marveling at the start of the drama of Su Bai's transfer.
A flight from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil to Buenos Aires, Argentina entered the sky on time.
Inside the cabin!
The Argentine players gathered together again to drink champagne after the plane calmed down.
Wang Tao, on the other hand, raced against time to take pictures here and there with the camera.
Until I found Aguero sitting in the corner staring at the dark circles under his eyes.
It's not that Aguero doesn't want to drink.
But he seemed to have drank too much red wine yesterday and his old injury recurred. He had a terrible pain in his balls since he got up in the morning.
He didn't dare to find a doctor in Brazil.
He has made an appointment with the private doctor he always uses in Argentina.
"Sergio, may I ask, what do you think of Su Bai's performance in this World Cup?"
Wang Tao squatted next to Aguero with a mean smile and asked with a microphone.
This sound!
Lao Gui asked, and almost couldn't help but punch Wang Tao's big face twice!
this.
It’s really too much of a lie!
PS: It’s coming, it’s coming! Tonight’s divine prediction is here!
Portugal advanced 1:0 Morocco, England 1:1 France, and Mbappe scored a winner in France's overtime!
(End of chapter)
