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962 The face is swollen(1/2)

"Everyone just wait and see. The final winner of the Ballon d'Or will definitely be Messi. Awards like this are all predetermined."

"Do not believe?"

"..."

The reporters looked at each other.

"Tang, if you don't have evidence, then we can't write news."

"What evidence do you want? We'll know later."

Tang Zhenglong walked into the venue.

Some big guys from UEFA took the initiative to say hello to Tang Zhenglong. Although this is an award under the "France Football" magazine, big guys from UEFA and FIFA were also present. After all, the Ballon d'Or is currently the highest honor in world football.

.

Find your seat and sit down, next to you is the legendary Croatian shooter-Davor Suker.

Of course I know this Tang Zhenglong. The one who led Croatia to create miracles in the 1998 World Cup in France is known as a skilled shooter who can play the violin with his left foot.

"Hello, Davao."

"Hello, Tang, are you confident about winning the prize?"

Tang Zhenglong shrugged, "It's impossible. This kind of award is predetermined and must belong to Messi."

Dawo Sukh Khan died. Before I came here, I heard that Tang Zhenglong was a big talker. It is really better to see once than to hear a hundred times.

"That's not necessarily the case. I believe the selection of the Golden Globe Awards is still very fair."

"Haha, okay." Tang Zhenglong obviously didn't believe it.

The process of the award ceremony started with some big names in football taking the stage to speak, then senior executives of "France Football" gave speeches, and finally the award-giving guest Shevchenko and a beautiful host took the stage.

The envelope Shevchenko is holding is this year's Golden Globe winner.

The female host was very naughty. She smiled and said: "Andre, who do you think won the prize?"

"I don't know, but the answer is in my hand."

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said: "It has already been decided."

"Davao, I bet you, if it wasn't for Messi, I would have swallowed this chair."

"..."

Shevchenko pulled out the card from the envelope.

"Okay, I already know who the winner is?"

"he is……"

Tang Zhenglong!!

The whole audience burst into applause, but Tang Zhenglong was the only one who was stunned.

Bang bang bang bang.

Bang bang bang bang.

The applause at this time was like a slap on Tang Zhenglong's face.

What's the deal that was agreed upon?

Dawo Suk pointed to the chair, "When will you eat? I will take a photo and upload it to my social media. Many people will definitely see it."

"..."

****

Outside the venue, reporters surrounded the press officer.

"Where is Tang Zhenglong? We would like to hear about the "unofficial decision". This is what Tang Zhenglong said personally."

A reporter laughed and said: "This is the first time in the history of football that an award-winner admits that it is an unofficial choice."

"Hahaha."

"Where is Tang Zhenglong?"

"Friends, we have surrounded the venue and we must not let Tang Zhenglong escape."

In the venue, Tang Zhenglong was very anxious. The staff had returned.

"How is it? Can you escape?"

"Unless a helicopter comes, it's impossible."

"Then let's rent a helicopter and go."

The staff was sweating, "This is Paris, there is air traffic control, do you think it is so easy to get a helicopter?"

"What should we do?"

"Don, I think you should go face the reporters. Anyway, they will look for you when you return to Madrid."



****

"Tang Zhenglong is out."

Tang Zhenglong came out holding the golden ball.

"Tang, you finally came out. We thought you ran away."

"How is that possible? I was chatting with the big guys from UEFA, so I came late."

"Well, let's talk about the informal decision. How much did you spend on the informal decision?"



"Haha, you guys really like to joke. The selection of the Golden Globe Awards is fair and open, and it is absolutely impossible to decide by default."



"Tang Zhenglong, we have your interview."

Next comes the face-slapping session.

I have to say that even someone as thick-skinned as Tang Zhenglong would be ashamed this time.

"Tang, you said half an hour ago that the Golden Globe Award is predetermined, and it is the same as the right to host the World Cup."



"Can I talk nonsense? I am jealous of Messi. I thought it was Messi who won the award. This just shows that the Golden Globe Award is very fair. Even a smart person like me did not guess the final result."

duang!!

Can this guy still boast about himself?

"Don, since you disdain the Golden Globe Award so much, shouldn't you take the initiative to give up the trophy in your hand?"



"Haha, are you thinking too much? I fought hard to win this. If you want to take the Golden Globe Award away from me, you have to kill me."



Tang Zhenglong holds the Golden Globe Award, and he will immediately become anxious if anyone competes with him.

"Also, please don't write nonsense in the news. What I said before was purely joking. If you write it randomly, you will be responsible for the consequences."



The reporter was dumbfounded.

****

"Tang Zhenglong is really Pinocchio. He clearly said that the Golden Globe Award was predetermined, and he was disdainful of it, but he immediately changed as a person after winning the award."

"Is this the first day you met Tang Zhenglong?"

A French talk show was talking about the Golden Globe Awards, and the whole of Europe was talking about it, mainly because the contrast between before and after was so funny.

Back in Madrid, Tang Zhenglong was very happy and went home holding the golden ball.

The cover has been given to "Marca". Tang Zhenglong has no right to make the decision himself. After all, "Marca" is the mouthpiece of Real Madrid.

Sophia and the photographer were waiting at Tang Zhenglong's house.

"Don, welcome home."

"Sophia."

Fermina and Linda came running over.

"Where's the golden ball? Let me touch it."

"In the suitcase, I threw away all my clothes to make room for my baby."

Opening the suitcase, Tang Zhenglong carefully took out the golden ball.
To be continued...
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