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Chapter 337 The transfer is a routine(1/2)

"Fat man, I told you earlier that leaving earlier would save you a lot of trouble."

Mourinho walks like a tornado, and he knows that a celebrity like him leaving late will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

"Wait for me, I can't walk that fast."

Sure enough, Mourinho still didn't hide.

"Jose, why did you come to watch the match between Cologne and Werder Bremen? Do you have a goal?"

Mourinho looked stupid.

"Even if there is, do you think I will tell you?"

"Is this your first day as a reporter today?"

It is common for Mourinho to ridicule reporters, and these reporters are accustomed to it. The day Mourinho is polite to them, then there is something wrong.

Suddenly Raiola on the side said: "Jose has taken a liking to Tang Zhenglong."

Mourinho was dumbfounded, this fat man is so wretched.

"Really?"

Mourinho said angrily: "Don't listen to his nonsense, and don't write nonsense, otherwise you can wait for my lawyer's letter."

Mourinho left quickly, Raiola chased behind him, "Jose, wait for me."

"Damn fat man, don't follow me."

The reporter found a treasure, this is big news, Mourinho and Tang Zhenglong's agent are together, okay, this news is solid.

*****

Jingle Bell.

Jingle Bell.

Tang Zhenglong was awakened by the ringing of the phone in his sleep.

When I picked up the phone, I saw it was Claudia.

"Hey, second wife, what are you doing?"

"You bastard, you didn't tell me such big news."

"What news?"

"Your agent and Mourinho were photographed leaving Cologne's home court in a hurry. Raiola personally admitted that Mourinho was here to inspect you."

Tang Zhenglong sat up suddenly, "Is this the case?"

Claudia knew that Tang Zhenglong loved acting, but she didn't expect that he would even lie to herself. It was really too much.

"Tang, I know you have professional ethics, but at least tell me a little bit. You call me dear every time, but you don't give me any information."

"..."

"Honey, I really don't know."

"If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't even know I had transferred."

sweat!!

"It seems that you really don't know. It's not that you transferred, but that Chelsea is interested in you, and it seems likely that they will take action."

"Don, what will happen to Kaya if you go to the Premier League?"

"Take it away."

Claudia's subtext was actually - what should I do, but Tang Zhenglong didn't understand it.

"Hahaha, in the Premier League, the annual salary should be over one million."

"Hahaha."

"Hey Hey hey……"

Claudia hung up the phone angrily.

"Hello?"

"You are crazy. You called me early in the morning and woke me up, and now you have dumped my phone."

*****

Chelsea Club, there were already many reporters there when Mourinho drove there.

Mourinho knew what they wanted to ask. That fat guy Raiola wanted to hype himself up and put him on the back foot.

"Jose, are you really here to see Tang Zhenglong?"

"Haha, how is that possible? It's impossible for me to like a player like that. It's purely Raiola's hype."

"But why are you watching football with him?"

"Who said I was watching football with him? We met by chance. We are both from the football circle. It was just a coincidence."

"Then your target is? Klose?"

"Haha, who said I have to have goals to watch football? I just want to enjoy a high-level football match."

The reporters looked at each other and thought: "Do you think we are fools?"

"Jose, even if it's not a transfer, just appreciation, do you admire Tang Zhenglong or Klose more?"

"I'm sorry, this is my private feeling and I don't need to tell you."

Watching Mourinho's car leave, the reporters loved and hated it.

What I hate is Mourinho's attitude, but what I love is that there is news to write about again.

*****

"As everyone knows, Jose is a shy person and he is unwilling to admit his friendship with me."

Mourinho watched Raiola's interview in front of the TV and cursed: "I have a friendship with you, a fat guy like you."

"I can guarantee that he is really interested in Tang."

"Damn fat man, be careful and I will sue you."

"Why don't you admit it? I think Jose did it on purpose, because the season is not over yet and he is afraid that others will compete with him for Tang Zhenglong."

Mourinho was furious, "Tang Zhenglong still needs to rob him? You damn fat man."

Mourinho simply turned off the TV, otherwise he was afraid that he would be so angry that he would smash the TV.

*****

Tang Zhenglong was a little embarrassed when facing reporters because he didn't actually know the whole thing. Raiola just asked him to improvise.

"Improvisation? This damn fat guy really thinks of me as an actor."

"I really don't know what my agent did, he watched a game with Mourinho and that was it."

"Don, are you willing to join Chelsea?"

"I can't answer that."

The reporters started to get agitated. Didn't Tang Zhenglong brag before that he wouldn't go to Manchester United? Now he's more reserved and it seems like he's in for a good deal.

"Don, aren't you bragging that you will go to Bayern or Manchester United?"

The reporter's tone was a bit provocative.

"Is it possible that since there is no Michelin star, I can't eat a hamburger first? What kind of brain do you have? No wonder you are still in the tabloids."

puff.

"Don, you can't insult reporters."

"What's wrong? Are you ashamed of your profession?"

"..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Hahaha."

Even if Tang Zhenglong didn't fire, once he fired, it would still be so violent.

*****

"Mino, what are you doing now? You even hid it from me this time."

"Tang, I didn't mean it. The reason I didn't tell you was because I was afraid it would affect your game."

"Then what do you mean with Jose?"

"I want to use Chelsea to promote you. In the summer, I think someone will make an offer, and it will be a big fish."

"Mino, do you often do this?"

"Of course, what do you think? Football is a circle, and everyone knows everyone here. You have to use your brain, otherwise why would others spend so much money on you."
To be continued...
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