"Avram, have you read the latest issue of The Sun?"

Grant smiled slightly.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"Tang Zhenglong..."

"There is news that he has isolated Moyes at Everton and can do whatever he wants. Recently, he fell asleep directly on the side of the training ground."

"What I want to ask is, what do you think about Tang Zhenglong being a Chelsea player next year?"

Grant felt unhappy. As a head coach who had been suppressed by big-name players in the team for a long time, what he hated most were players who bullied others.

"I don't know if what you said is true, but suppose..."

Grant changed the topic.

"Assuming this is true, then I think such a player should be fired. Even if he is another Maradona, I will fire him immediately."

The reporters were dumbfounded. This was shocking news. Grant was Chelsea's coach, and Tang Zhenglong's ownership was in Chelsea's hands. Could it be that the first thing Tang Zhenglong would do when he returns next year would be to get out?

That’s so exciting!

After speaking, Grant did not forget to distance himself.

He smiled and said: "Of course these are all assumptions. I don't know what the truth is. Maybe we have all misunderstood Tang Zhenglong."

Grant's words were like a depth charge, even more powerful than Tang Zhenglong's "sleep gate".

Peter Kenyon was furious and immediately called Grant in for a talk.

"Avram, do you know how important Tang Zhenglong is to the future of Chelsea? How can you say such a thing!!"

Grant said coldly: "Peter, if Tang Zhenglong was a player under me, I would have fired him long ago."

"Sleeping on the sidelines of the training ground, which normal club would allow such a thing to happen?"

Peter Kenyon's heart skipped a beat and he was speechless. This time Tang Zhenglong went too far. He could have gone back to the hotel to rest. Why was he only on the side of the court and being photographed?

"Do you believe the nonsense in The Sun?"

"Peter, there are photos and videos. I think it's not that The Sun is wrong, but that you are too partial to Tang Zhenglong."

"I know Tang Zhenglong is very expensive, but if a team has no discipline, it will be like a piece of loose sand."

Peter Kenyon thought to himself: "I'll give it a try. Your Grant level is not as good as Mourinho's, but your bad temper is very similar."

Peter Kenyon endured it. In any case, Chelsea cannot fire the head coach again this season, otherwise it will become a joke.

"Avram, this matter is over. I hope you will be consistent with the club when facing the media, because we are a team and the media just want to see our jokes."

Grant nodded. Peter Kenyon's words were a serious warning, and he didn't want to really get into trouble with the team.

*****

"David, have you been ignored by Tang Zhenglong? Who is the current head coach of Everton?"

Moyes' face dropped.

"Do you believe what The Sun wrote? Tang Zhenglong is trying to ignore me?" Moyes sneered, his expression disdainful.

"This is the funniest joke I've heard this year."

"Then why can Tang Zhenglong sleep beside the stadium?"

"..."

"We came to London by bus. Tang Zhenglong had insomnia."

"David, listen to my question clearly. Why is it that only Tang Zhenglong can sleep beside the stadium?"

This is the crux of the problem. If everyone can sleep beside the stadium at will, then there is nothing to say, but Tang Zhenglong is the only one who has such treatment.

Moyes stuttered a little: "Only Tang Zhenglong has insomnia. This is a fact. Whether you believe it or not, I am telling the truth."

The reporters all put on dirty faces in unison, with the subtext in their minds being - "You think we are stupid!"

"David, if you don't care, then please let Tang Zhenglong face us."

Moyes' face was so disgusted that he didn't want to talk any more. These reporters were unreasonable at all and they just wanted to make trouble.

*****

"It's this stinky woman again!"

Tang Zhenglong now knew why he had such a nightmare on the bus. This was simply a dream come true.

"I have to give her some color."

Tang Zhenglong called Saul.

"Check this Linda for me, it doesn't matter how much it costs."

Soon, Saul came to see Tang Zhenglong with powerful information.

"Thor, is there any good news?"

"Big news." Sol's eyes were filled with excitement.

"What shocking news?"

"This Linda worked for a tabloid before joining The Sun. I found out that Linda plagiarized articles from other media many times at that time."

"Plagiarism?"

"Is this serious?"

Sol smiled and said: "Don, you may not know much about European media. Here, it's okay to talk nonsense, but plagiarism is a very serious matter."

"As long as I send the collected information to the British Journalists Association, Linda's press card will probably be gone."

"Hahaha, great, let's do it."

"Are you sure? Don't you want to blackmail her first?"

This time Tang Zhenglong was really angry, and his pity for her was gone.

"No, just send it directly. I hope Linda pays the price."

"OK."

*****

Early in the morning, Linda came to the company, but the expressions on the faces of her office colleagues were a little strange today.

Linda's understanding is that everyone is jealous of her, and she has published several influential reports recently.

The media industry is like this. If your article becomes popular, many people will be jealous of your talent. In addition, Linda is usually aloof, so there are even more people who don't like her.

"Linda, the boss asked you to go to his office."

"OK."

"Could it be a salary increase or promotion?" Linda smiled inwardly.

Linda was very good at observing people's emotions. When she came to her superior's office, her heart skipped a beat because her boss looked obviously bad today.

"Boss."

"Linda, you're here, take a look at this."

Notice from the Journalists Association.

Linda was stunned when she saw it.

"Boss, this is a rumor."

"The Journalists Association is planning to suspend your press card for one year. As punishment, the company hopes you will leave with dignity. Please resign."

…

…

This change was like a bolt from the blue, and Linda was stunned on the spot.

"Boss, I've done so many things for The Sun."

The superior said coldly: "Do you think if I don't appreciate your contribution to the newspaper, I will let you resign with dignity?"

"Is it irreversible?"

"Linda, I don't want to fire you. Plagiarism is the most unforgivable thing in the media industry."

Linda understood.

But the question is, it has been many years since that incident. Who was so wicked as to dig it out?
Chapter completed!