"I never knew that there was such a place in Milan."

Palmerry was not a fool. When Balotelli told him that someone wanted to see him, he knew that it was probably Balotelli who helped his agent to win over Palmer. For this kind of win over, Palmerry's first reaction was to refuse - he had an agent, and the agent was his father. But when he thought of his father, he was really not a smart agent, he hesitated again.

There are many stars in football who let their relatives become agents. Agents can take commissions from players' income. Many players follow the principle of not being able to do anything to outsiders and let their relatives be agents. But no matter which relative is an agent, these people are characterized by their ugly appearance. Anelka and Ronaldo all have such evaluations. Even Kaka, who is recognized as having good character, has his father who asks for a salary increase every year and has become a vampire. Palmer has never considered finding an agent before. If he just plays football steadily and grows slowly, he doesn't care about any agent. But now, he has become famous in one battle, so he is a little moved.

If his father is an agent for himself, he might lose his own people. Palmer is very sure of his father's ability, so he once considered asking his father to find a full-time agent and do business together, which is a more reliable way.

Regarding his agent, the team's coach recommended Martins to him - it is said that this scout who is the former team, and he is doing a good business now. But what's the disadvantage of knowing more agents? Balotelli's agent Raiola is also a famous agent in Serie A. He is the agent of Ibrahimovic and others. Balotelli was also poached by him due to injury from Martins, and it is also a good thing to meet him.

Therefore, after returning to the team, he drove to Milan the next day with Balotelli - because they had just finished the away game and they had a day off, and it was at this time that Balotelli took him out.

Although he was going out, he made up his mind to not touch anything he shouldn't touch, but just went over to see Raiola and left. He knew that Balotelli and the others liked to play, so he warned himself that no matter what, he could not touch what he shouldn't touch. He never looked down on Balotelli and the others very much, and he could not fall for the first time when he went to a nightclub.

But he didn't expect that this would be the place that would greet him.

He also knew that Balotelli had a hobby for nightclubs, but he did not expect that this nightclub was not particularly similar to the bars he imagined were full of black people, rock and alcohol. Crystal doors, leopard tail door handles, crystal chandeliers, soft velvet furniture and metal texture decoration... There was no erotic dance, no crazy music, and no messy crowds, and this place didn't look like an imagined nightclub at all.

"The design of ipecavalli is of course very good. You have never been here before, which is a big loss for you. However, you can come here often in the future. This is a very good place." Balotelli said to him with a smile, "This is a good place, you will know if you come here often."

"Players shouldn't come to such places." Although he said that, Palmer listened to the light rock music coming from his ears, looked at the beauties who were walking around from time to time, and looked at the very soft lights here. He did not overlap with the nightclubs in the coach's words that could lure players to drink, smoke, and indulge in their nightclubs, nor did he be particularly serious.

"Is this what the coach said? The coach cannot believe everything. When we were young, we didn't have fun, so how could we be worthy of ourselves? If we really listened to the coach, we would have been playing football all our lives. When we retired at the age of 40, how could we play?"

Palmer didn't say anything, but just smiled. He found that this place made him a little jealous, so he was trying hard to calm his mind, "Where is Mr. Raiola? I'm still waiting to see him."

"It doesn't mean much to see him. He just said those few words, just to say whatever you want to hear, praise you as Martini second, and then ask you to sign a contract with him. That's meaningless. Besides, he didn't come. I'll tell you a few friends later. I'll see that the one that doesn't have that is Thornton from Inter Milan, and his girlfriend is very beautiful..."

"I've seen it, we've seen it in u17, but I didn't expect him to be here too." Palmer was a little surprised.

"Of course, they are all Italians... Only foreigners who do not understand the lifestyle of our Italians at all will restrict us from coming to nightclubs and Italian players to visit nightclubs. This is a tradition."

You moved to Italy when you were a child, but why did you become an Italian? Moreover, why don’t you learn some good Italian traditions? Although there were not many good ones... Palmery complained in his heart, but he didn’t say it out.

In the past, he would laugh at Balotelli for not playing football well, but now he is a little unspeakable. He also admitted that this place is very attractive to him - for a young man, beauty and music will never be unattractive. Even if he knows that it is not good to come to such a place, and even in his heart, he still despises Balotelli for not learning well, he is still obsessed with the fact that he can't move.

"Come with me, we have to wait here now. Since we are all here, it would be a pity not to play..."

"No, I'll wait here for Mr. Raiola." Palmery shook his head.

He was still a little reserved. Although he thought it was good here, no matter what, he could not be with Balotelli.

When Balotelli saw him, he stopped urging him, "Then you can go around by yourself. If you find it boring, come to me at the swimming pool on the rooftop. I want to find someone to celebrate our victory. I have to tell them how we defeated the strong enemy."

You haven't even made the bench list, what's wrong with you!

Palmer ignored Balotelli and left him alone. He sat in the corner, listening to music, watching everything in the nightclub, and suddenly, he felt that he had grown up a lot.

In the past, I had never been to such a place, but now I am a grown-up.

I don't know how long he waited before he felt irritated. Raiola never came. He still had training tomorrow and couldn't delay here for long. Therefore, he quickly walked up the stairs. After asking for directions, he pushed the door directly to the rooftop, trying to find Balotelli.

"Who is there?"

On the rooftop was a very small swimming pool. When he walked here, he found that there was no Balotelli around the pool. When he turned around and wanted to leave, someone spoke on the rooftop.

I walked into the wrong door, is there anyone else? Palmer looked back, but he immediately reacted. It was not that he walked into the wrong door, but that Balotelli had arranged it for him. However, it was not difficult to react, but when he moved his steps and left the house, he could not do it.

There was only one woman on the rooftop - in terms of age, it might be better to say that she was a girl, because this girl would never look older than him, and she was also a pretty blonde beauty.

This is not a reason for him to move. The real reason for him to move is that the girl was just wearing a swimming trunk and laying on the beach chair on the rooftop without any other cover. Seeing him walking over, the girl was not shy at all, but stood up generously and greeted her with a smile.

Maybe I should think about saying hello before leaving? Palmer's eyes couldn't move away.

"I recognize you, you are Palmery, right? Orlando Palmery?" When the girl saw him, she looked quite surprised. She rushed over and didn't care about Palmery's eyes lingering on her. On the contrary, she was even a little happy. "I am your fan. I saw your performance in the game. It's amazing. Why don't you come and sit down? Your friends should go somewhere else, just sit here and wait for them."

This is the game that Raiola has arranged for me. Although it is not surprising that there is a beautiful woman next to the swimming pool, when I entered the rooftop, there was no one else, and there was only a girl who was not dressed in clothes said that she was my fan. If this was not arranged on purpose, then there would be a ghost... If I entered the game and enjoyed the woman he arranged for me here, then when I saw him again, it would be hard to refuse his favor...

Palmer is not stupid. He can't see Balotelli, but when he sees this girl, he understands seven out of ten. He has heard of many of these messy things in the football world, and when he sees this scene, he can't not understand. I think that when Raiola wants to give him some gifts first, and then negotiate with him, he will take advantage.

Although he knew this, he definitely didn't want to leave now. Moreover, even if it was a layout, what if it was? He was a star, and he could only please himself, not threaten him.

"Okay, I'll be waiting for Mario here."

After making up a reason that he didn't believe it, he sat down by the swimming pool. Beside him, the girl sat next to him, leaned over, leaned against him, and kept talking to him.

"I came to Milan to be a model, but I think I've become fat lately. Look, my curves here are not good-looking... You are a player, and you know how to exercise. Do you teach me how to shape curves?"

The girl's words are very problematic. Bodybuilding coaches and football have nothing to do with each other, but who cares about this? With this, Palmer's eyes were just staring at the girl's fingers, or the part where the girl's fingers were pointed, swaying around - this was what the girl asked him to see!

He always felt that he was a very determined man, but now those are all damn. His hands unknowingly held the girl beside him, and kept saying the little knowledge he knew, saying all his great achievements. As for what he said, he had made up his mind to leave and then leave, he threw it away for the time being. In his words, he simply made Liverpool's attack fail with his own strength. His strength made Torres sigh that he was born at the wrong time.

The girl listened to his words and had a smile on her face, "You guys are so great, how about we celebrate with a bottle of wine?"

"We celebrated it, or drink or…"

"The first time I heard a story, I was going to drink and celebrate. It would be no problem to drink with me, right?" The girl stood up as she spoke, walked to the table beside her, and picked up the wine-as for why there was wine, Palmer didn't think much about it, "Also, this is in the swimming pool, why are you wearing so thick? Take off them!"

Palmer wanted to refuse, but he had another thought to tell him that if he did so, he would be a fool.

Just a little erosion, and then it will be changed...

But just as he made up his mind, suddenly the door of the rooftop was pushed open. At the door, Balotelli rushed in, "Orlando, it's not good, go quickly, we're in trouble - the coach ran to Milan to catch us!"

Suddenly, all Palmer's charming feelings were thrown aside, and his cold sweat almost soaked his whole body.
Chapter completed!