Durban Stadium.

The match between Portugal and Brazil is going on intensely. For both sides, there is only one way, and that is to win.

Whoever wins will advance, and the loser will definitely go home.

Cristiano Ronaldo works hard, but his teammates don't do their best.

"Work harder, we need to score goals."

Quaresma wheezed, wheezed.

"If we had known this, we should have defeated the Chinese team in the last game."

"..."

"Hindsight," Ronaldo thought.

Tang Zhenglong here can also see the real-time score of Portugal.

"Haha, Cristiano is going home."

"Why are you so happy?" Ibrahimovic asked.

"nothing."

"By the way, you two can go to the Maldives together."

"..."

"I'll say it again, don't make me beat you."

Tang Zhenglong laughed and said: "You beat me? Then tomorrow the news will write that a World Cup star was beaten by a non-World Cup star."

Ibrahimovic felt itchy with hatred.

"I will try my best to lead Sweden to the next World Cup, otherwise I will be mad at you."

"Qualifying to the World Cup? It's not that easy. Sweden is not a strong team in Europe."

The fat man patted Tang Zhenglong.

"Don, please don't really make Zlatan mad, okay?"

"It's okay. He's worthless anyway. If he transfers to AC Milan, will Barcelona pay the price?"

puff!!

"Mino, tell the truth, did you not get the commission?"

"Of course there are, but not many."

"Hahaha."

Ibrahimovic has a dark face.

"Don, you have a good relationship with the granddaughter of the chairman of Real Madrid. How about you work it out and let Zlatan go to Real Madrid?"

"Hahaha, damn fat man, what are you thinking? Zlatan coming to Real Madrid? We have no shortage of water dispenser managers."

…

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Ibrahimovic finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"I'll beat you even if it's in the newspaper."

"Ahhhhh."

"Help, non-World Cup stars beat up World Cup stars."

"Non...World Cup...star."

"Stop making trouble, the game is over, Portugal has been eliminated." Claudia said.

"real?"

"Um."

Tang Zhenglong looked at it and saw that the injury time here was 3 minutes, which was one minute longer than that there.

"As you wish."

Tang Zhenglong likes to joke, he doesn't really want Ronaldo to be eliminated.

"I'm just joking. Do I really want Cristiano to be eliminated? He will cry to death."

"Haha, it's over anyway." Claudia picked up her bag and prepared to leave.

"Then what do we do now?"

"go to eat."

"What to eat?"

"Chinese food, your treat."

Tang Zhenglong shook his head, "Forget it, I'm going back. I'm an organized person and I'm someone who can participate in the World Cup."

"..."

In the end, Tang Zhenglong treated us to a treat.

Chinese restaurant next to the stadium.

As we all know, Chinese restaurants abroad are very expensive.

Tang Zhenglong looked at the menu and got used to converting it into US dollars.

"What are you doing holding a cell phone?"

"I'll calculate the price of the food."

"Damn it, a piece of shredded fish-flavored pork costs 30 US dollars, why don't you just grab it?"

"Damn!! Kung Pao Chicken, $50."

The fat man smiled and said: "This is a restaurant next to the World Cup stadium. Of course it is expensive."

"That's too expensive."

"You, a star who can participate in the World Cup, can't afford a Chinese meal," Ibrahimovic said with a smile.

"..."

At this time, a black South African came in. He looked sneaky and asked everyone he saw, "Do you want World Cup tickets?"

"World Cup tickets?"

"I have three."

"Let me see."

"Damn, it's over already."

This South African thief is also stupid. He doesn’t know that World Cup tickets are real-name tickets and cannot be sold even if they are stolen.

"I know it's over, but this ticket has collectible value, so let's do it, $100 a ticket."

"Haha, you must have stolen this."

"Absolutely not."

"Where did that come from?"

"What I picked up was lost by a white man."

"Haha, no!"

Ibrahimovic's eyes are burning.

"I'm going to beat him to death."

Raiola and Tang Zhenglong quickly pressed down.

"Don't be impulsive."

"It's easy for you to beat him up, but what price will you pay?"

"This bastard almost made me unable to watch the World Cup."

"We'd better call the police," Raiola said.

Tang Zhenglong sneered: "If calling the police is effective, will South Africa be so chaotic?"

"What should we do?"

Tang Zhenglong thought for a while and thought of Tang Muyan.

"Wait me a moment."

"Sister Tang."

"Xiao Longlong, do you miss me?"
To be continued...