Chapter 075 Would you like to hear a story? Thanks to the Udon of the leader Yuehua
"Pistils?" Huahua was stunned, wrinkled her nose cutely, thought for a while, and thought about all her relatives, "No!"
"Really?" Li Ang was very disappointed and asked unwillingly.
"Mr. Li Ang, I'm sorry, there really isn't." Hua Hua said angrily, "I'm sure that none of my relatives, including my friends, have anyone with this name."
Li Ang couldn't hide his feeling of loss. He only felt empty inside and inexplicable pain.
Seeing this man's disappointed look, Hua Hua felt a little uncomfortable for no reason, and subconsciously asked, "Is this person very important to you?"
Li Ang didn't answer, he just stared at the girl in front of him seriously, as if he wanted to imprint this girl's face in his heart.
"I'm really sorry, I lost my temper." Li Ang said, he forced a smile, "The communication on the phone was not comprehensive enough. I want to confirm, are you going to interview me?"
"Yes!" Hua Hua also had a straight face and took his work seriously, "I am a reporter assigned to Spain from Hui Wen Bao. I would like to conduct an exclusive interview with Mr. Li Ang."
"Hui Wen Bao?" Li Ang asked in surprise, "It's not a sports media, right?"
"No." Hua Hua pursed his lips and smiled and explained, "It is a comprehensive media with a large circulation. However, we now also have a sports section."
Li Ang nodded noncommittally.
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Just when Hua Hua was about to speak, Li Ang suddenly asked, "You don't need me to pay for this exclusive interview, right?" When he said this, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
It was a sneer. Flowers judged it immediately.
"Of course not." Hua Hua quickly explained, "Mr. Li Ang, we are a regular large-scale media and will not do such a thing. And with your current reputation in Spanish football, to be precise, we are requesting an interview with you.
Rather than you asking us to interview you."
Flowers is very straightforward to say, but it is very appropriate.
Li Ang glanced at the girl and nodded, "Sorry, I thought you were the same as before..."
"Does anyone want to interview you? Domestic media?" Hua Hua asked hurriedly. If she was doing an exclusive interview, and if someone walked in front of her, the explosiveness and sensationalism would be greatly reduced.
"A reporter from "Daily Sports."" Li Ang sneered and said, "He called me and wanted to interview me. Haha, he also said that he would give him 5,000 euros and he would help me promote it in the country."
Hua Hua covered her little mouth in surprise, so cute. She really couldn't imagine which of her colleagues would do this. Fools all know Li Ang's current performance at Sporting Gijon. He is coaching a Spanish second division team, like this
The news is so sensational to the country. In this case, the media is begging to interview this person. How could anyone dare to ask Li Ang for money? This is a stupid thing that can't be done even if you are crazy about money.
ah!!
"This is really..." Hua Hua said with some embarrassment, but she was cursing in her heart. That bastard colleague has really embarrassed this industry. She is a girl who has just graduated less than a year ago and has not yet been surrounded by the media.
If the large dyeing vat is broken, otherwise, you will think that this kind of thing is too common.
"I can accept your interview." Li Ang said, "However, you must ensure that everything I say is true and correct, and you will not misinterpret my meaning."
"Of course, of course." When Hua Hua heard this, her smiling eyes were crescent-shaped, making people's hearts flutter. This unintentional charm was amazing.
Li Ang sighed secretly. He had not planned to accept the interview originally. He had a natural repulsion towards the domestic media, especially after the reporter from "Daily Sports" asked for money a few days ago, he was even more concerned about it.
The domestic media was very cold-hearted and was now willing to accept interviews. The reason was that he knew in his heart that this beautiful female reporter looked so much like Hua Rui that he could not refuse her coldly.
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When we started working, the flowers looked very serious. It was really pleasing to see such a beautiful girl looking serious.
Hua Hua asked: "Mr. Li Ang, can we start the interview?"
Li Ang nodded: "Okay."
Hearing what Li Ang said, Huahua took out a notebook and voice recorder from his bag.
The notebook records the questions she has already thought about asking, and the recorder is a program to show the other party that she is truthful. It is also to avoid omissions when writing the manuscript. You can listen to the recording to fill in the gaps.
"Mr. Li Ang, I noticed that you once coached Real Madrid's youth team. I think domestic fans are as curious as me and want to know how you successfully applied to become Real Madrid's coach?" Hua Hua asked the first one.
The problem, although it stands to reason that Li Ang is now coaching the first team at Sporting Gijon, this job is more important and has a higher status, but she decided to start with the problem of Real Madrid first, because in China, when you talk about Sporting Gijon, where?
There will be people who know what this team is. Even if you tell the fans that this is a team from the Spanish Football League, the fans' interest will not rise all of a sudden. On the contrary, you start reporting from coaching the Real Madrid youth team.
, this will definitely attract the attention of readers. Real Madrid, this is a century-old giant, Galacticos. Although it is only the youth team of Real Madrid, it seems that as long as it is related to Real Madrid, it will become taller and will definitely attract a lot of attention.
Already.
After hearing this question, Li Ang looked at the notebook in Hua Hua's hand. He smiled and asked, "Can you show it to me?"
"Of course." The flowers were handed over gracefully. Since we were going to ask the above questions later, what did it matter if we showed them to the other party?
Li Ang took the notebook and looked at the questions written neatly on it. Looking at the beautiful handwriting, Li Ang sighed in his heart, feeling extremely disappointed. Two people can look very similar, but their handwriting cannot be exactly the same. He
I am familiar with Hua Rui's handwriting. When I saw the reporter's handwriting, although both people's handwriting was very graceful and beautiful, there was still a big difference in the handwriting. This girl was not Hua Rui...
Li Ang briefly looked at these questions and handed the notebook back to Hua Hua.
"Well, I have a proposal." Li Ang said, "I don't like this kind of questioning interview."
Hua Hua looked at Li Ang alertly. Could it be that he was going to interview but then regretted it?
Seeing Hua Hua's expression, Li Ang smiled, "Don't be nervous, I mean, I don't accept questions, but are you willing to listen to a story?"
"Listen to a story?" Hua Hua asked in surprise, "Your story?"
"Yes, my story." Li Ang nodded, "I will tell what I can tell, just think of it as listening to a story."
"Of course I'm happy," Hua Hua said happily, with a smile as bright as a flower.
Of course she wanted to be like this, and asked if any interviewee could take the initiative to tell a story more vividly and comprehensively.
Looking at the excited girl, Li Ang was in a trance.
Huarui, where are you, how are you doing? Are you still sad?
Flower pistil, do you want to hear my story? My story in this world.
Looking at the absent-minded Li Ang, Hua Hua had a strange feeling. She was about to speak. Then she heard Li Ang speak.
"About eight years ago, a young man left his motherland. He carried a backpack with his passport, a change of clothes, a "Football Coach's Manual" and five hundred US dollars... His first stop
It's Prague in the Czech Republic..." Li Ang smiled, looking at the beautiful girl in front of him, with soft eyes and a gentle voice, and said softly...
ps: Fifth update. Thanks to the leader Udon.
,,asking for a reward.
I stayed up late typing, and there are still two updates left, so I will definitely post it at night.
