"Help?"
After hearing this word, Wang Xiaodong jumped up from the bed.
The guy is surrounded by women?
All people died?
Oh My God!
The moment he heard Balotelli calling for help, Wang Xiaodong thought of many things.
That guy should find a girlfriend and take care of himself.
"DONG, help!"
Balotelli kept shouting on the other end of the phone.
"They're going to kill me, they're going to kill me!"
Wang Xiaodong pricked up his ears and listened carefully, but he did not hear the woman's gasping sound.
Not only that, but a group of men were heard yelling.
Um?
Could it be that the guy was caught having sex by the male host?
"Hey, Mario, calm down, what's wrong with you? Speak clearly!"
"They're coming in, ah!! They're coming in, ahhhhh!!!"
No matter how Wang Xiaodong asked, Balotelli just kept calling for help on the other end of the phone.
In desperation, Wang Xiaodong had no choice but to call Raiola.
Let this professional manager handle it.
Ten minutes later, Raiola's call came back.
Upon further questioning, it turned out that Balotelli was surrounded by a group of angry Milan fans on his way back.
The fans recognized the car as Wang Xiaodong's, and after gathering around it, they discovered that the driver was Balotelli.
They are all Inter Milan players anyway, and these angry Milan fans took all their grievances on the BMW.
When Raiola arrived, the shell of the BMW was almost smashed to pieces by the fans.
Balotelli huddled in the cab like a poor sheep ready for slaughter.
Until Raiola rescued him, he still held his head and did not dare to say a word.
It seems that this incident may leave a lifelong psychological shadow on the child.
"DONG, you go to sleep first, I'll take care of things here."
"Well, then I'll rest first."
Before hanging up the phone, Wang Xiaodong heard Raiola's complaint: "Hey, everyone will try to find trouble for me..."
Wang Xiaodong pouted, if it weren't for me, would you be able to stay in Milan these days?
...
The next morning Wang Xiaodong woke up and saw an empty room at the end of the corridor. It seemed that Balotelli had not returned home all night.
When I turned on my computer, I saw that there were already many reports about last night's incident in the local online news.
The news portrayed Balotelli as a arrogant villain after the derby, who had a conflict with Milan fans on his way back from looking for flowers.
Stimulated by Balotelli's words, these angry fans had no choice but to seek justice from Balotelli.
It may be true that he was looking for flowers after the game, but did Balotelli really stimulate those fans?
After Wang Xiaodong washed up and got dressed, he took a taxi to the police station.
Through the introduction of the police officer, Wang Xiaodong saw the silent Balotelli in a small room.
At this moment, he was like a child who had done something wrong, hiding in the corner without saying a word.
Raiola was arguing loudly with the police in the next room. Wang Xiaodong listened a few words outside the door. It seemed that the police on duty this time were all Milan fans.
After seeing Wang Xiaodong, Balotelli burst into tears, and like a wronged big child, he stepped forward and threw himself into Wang Xiaodong's arms.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu DONG, those guys are so crazy!"
"They're going to kill me!"
"I also smashed your car...wuwu..."
Wang Xiaodong quickly patted Balotelli on the back to calm him down.
"Mario, what's going on? What happened last night?"
Facing Wang Xiaodong's concerned gaze, Balotelli said aggrievedly: "They and I went to the bar to drink, and then Zlatan and the others suggested that we find some girls to have fun with."
"I remembered my promise to you that I would never lay a finger on them again until I became famous, so I refused to spend the night there..."
"Is this really the case?" Wang Xiaodong suddenly asked.
"Uh... no."
Facing Wang Xiaodong's sharp gaze, Balotelli still flinched.
"They picked out all the good-looking girls and left me with old and ugly ones, so..."
"Okay, okay, stop talking. I understand. What next?"
"Then I drove home and on the way..."
At this point, Wang Xiaodong interrupted the other party again.
"Did you drink and drive?"
"Uh... It should be like this." Balotelli replied weakly.
"Did they test you?"
"Tested! Blood was drawn, but it hurts!" Balotelli stretched out his arm to show Wang Xiaodong the needle point.
Wang Xiaodong covered his face. It seemed that the police station had a basis for not letting him go.
"Mario, no one can help you with this matter. You know better than me the crimes of drunk driving in Italy. Even Raiola can't help you much."
"Then what should I do?" Balotelli looked horrified after hearing this, "I'm not famous yet, I'm not the golden boy yet! I don't want to go to jail!"
"Shh, don't yell!"
Wang Xiaodong covered Balotelli's mouth, "You have to bear your own mistakes. If you know your mistakes, correct them. You have to act like a man. Do you understand?"
"Hmm..." Balotelli nodded. He really knew he was wrong this time, and he also knew he was afraid.
"Then what's going on with you and those fans? Why do so many people say that you provoked them first?"
"How could I not!" Balotelli looked aggrieved after hearing this. "I just shouted "Long live Inter Milan" when I drove past them. Who knew they would react so bigly?"
"Okay, don't talk about this anymore. Don't ask anyone. Do you understand?"
Wang Xiaodong let out a long sigh. It seemed that this boy was really the fault.
The penalties for drunk driving in Italy are very serious. If no traffic accident is caused, the person may be imprisoned for up to 6 months.
Such a punishment is too serious for a football player.
After a while, Mourinho also came in.
As soon as the two met, they stepped forward and gave Balotelli a flying kick. Balotelli was so frightened that he hid behind Wang Xiaodong.
"Mario, look at what you did!"
Then he looked at Wang Xiaodong, who was about to smooth things over. Mourinho also looked angry.
"DONG, how did you teach him? He just went out to live with you for a few days? Why did he make such a big mistake now?"
It seems that Mourinho also knew about the drunk driving.
Wang Xiaodong spread his hands after hearing this, "Yes, how many days have I only lived with him?"
Mourinho was speechless after hearing this.
In the final analysis, this is because he, the coach, did not educate him well.
Thinking of this, Mourinho walked around behind Wang Xiaodong and kicked Balotelli's butt several times.
"Look at DONG, he is only one year older than you, why can't you learn from him?"
"But a beautiful star like Emma doesn't like me!" Balotelli argued aggrievedly.
After getting angry, Mourinho walked out of the room to see how far Raiola was dealing with it.
Drunk driving is not a fight. Balotelli's involvement this time is fundamentally different from Wang Xiaodong's time.
Seeing Mourinho leave, Balotelli stretched out his fingers to press his eyelids and made a face at Mourinho's back.
"DONG, you teach me Chinese Kung Fu!" Balotelli suddenly flattered Wang Xiaodong, "You taught me Chinese Kung Fu. I won't be afraid of being surrounded by fans next time. Also, don't think about it easily, boss. Kicked me."
After hearing this, Wang Xiaodong also kicked Balotelli hard on the butt: "You want to rebel? Do you dare to hit the coach?"
