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Chapter 672 The Case Has Been Solved

"Can't!"

Enrique stood outside the spa room, roaring like a wild lion.

As soon as he entered the house, he heard Pere's words 'transfer', which drove him crazy.

Ding Ding Deng! !

Enrique walked in quickly. He looked at Yi Le eagerly, pleading in his eyes: "Yi, don't transfer, I swear, I will solve this matter, and I will give you a satisfactory result! You are the king of Paris, and you will always be the king of Paris. No one can deny this!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and glared at Pere fiercely, then turned to Yi Le and said, "This time, someone is sabotaging our relationship. I have already caught some evidence, and I will definitely find out that stinky mouse!"

"Before again, please believe me, believe that we will help you get justice. Don't leave us, I know some traitors are denying you now, but believe me, they are not PSG, they are traitors, a group of slaves of money, they have sold their faith for money!"

"But these are very individual organizations. Most Paris fans are proving for you. They are all fighting for you. During this period of time, please don't give up on us. They still love you very much!"

Enrique chattered like a machine gun, holding Yi Le's palm tightly with both hands, which made the latter feel embarrassed.

Yi Le twitched his hands, but found that he couldn't move, and said helplessly: "Sir, I won't transfer, Pere was joking, can you let go of my hand?"

Hearing this, Enrique couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

Just don't transfer!

It's fine if you don't transfer!

It's too embarrassing to chat in the spa room, and Yi Le and Mbappe are still shirtless.

Yi Le invited Enrique to the living room, and the group sat down on the sofa.

While putting on a T-shirt, Yi Le wondered, "Sir, why are you here?"

Enrique scratched his head, he couldn't say, I'm here to watch you, just in case you ran away suddenly.

But what happened just now, I should understand and understand.

Cough

Enrique coughed dryly and said, "Yi, has someone contacted you for a transfer recently?"

Hearing this, Yi Le turned to look at Pere, who was dealing with these things.

Enrique also looked at Pere, and Pere shrugged: "It's not the transfer period, no!"

"Put away your tricks, what I want to hear now is the truth, this matter is very important, very very important!"

Enrique's tone was very aggressive, and Pere was also a little angry.

Seeing that the two were in the same situation, Yi Le quickly smoothed things over and asked Pere to tell the truth.

For Yi Le's sake, Pere still said it.

"Two in La Liga, one in Bundesliga, one in Serie A, and three in the Premier League, but I won't tell you who they are!"

Regardless of Pere, Enrique can guess that there are only a few clubs capable of introducing Yi Le, guess what riddles.

La Liga is Real Madrid and Barcelona.

The Bundesliga may be Bayern Munich. After all, Bayern is now in a stage of a major change of blood.

Serie A is definitely Juventus, and this guy misses Yi Le a lot.

In the Premier League, Manchester United, Chelsea and Manchester City.

Thinking of this, Enrique couldn't help touching his chin, thinking to himself, which of these teams would have motives.

Seeing Enrique go silent again, Yi Le and others looked at each other, and Pere said angrily: "Hey! Aren't you going to say something?"

Enrique's thoughts were interrupted, and he glared at Pere with some displeasure, turned his back to him, and began to explain to Yi Le.

Pere was not surprised by Enrique's small actions, anyway, the two of them disliked each other.

But the guesses that Enrique said made Pere even more surprised.

"So someone wants to interfere with the transfer market?!"

Perry said in surprise.

This kind of black box operation is very common, but it is rare for the capital to go to the ring in person like Enrique said.

But as he said, in order to form such a large-scale and organized wave of public opinion and last for such a long time, there must be a steady stream of funding and specific operations in various aspects.

After Enrique reminded, even Pere felt like that.

It's just that this is too bold, aren't you afraid that UEFA will directly handle the investigation?

But Enrique's next sentence silenced him.

"We have no evidence! Although we have been investigating, we can't find the origin of these public opinions. These guys disappeared without a trace after lighting the fire!"

Pere frowned and said, "Then you didn't catch a few people and ask them?"

"Caught it!" Enrique rubbed his forehead and said, "It's useless, they don't know anything, someone provided them with a sum of money to spread rumors, but they don't know who it is!"

"So the thread is broken?"

Enrique nodded weakly.

"Is there any way to calm things down?" Pere asked subconsciously, while Enrique looked at Mbappe.

The two remained silent at the same time.

Let Mbappe's performance be sluggish, what is this called!

Who wants their players to play badly.

The whole living room was quiet, even a little depressing.

At this time, Yi Le's hearty laughter sounded.

"Actually, it's easy to solve!"

Hearing this, the two looked at Yi Le subconsciously.

Yi Le shrugged and said with a smile; "Isn't it enough for me to prove it with my performance? It's a simple matter. Killian's performance is good, of course he needs to be praised, but when I return to a fiery state, they will not be able to say those words."

"So, I will use the game to prove everything! Use the data to speak!"

Pere and Enri looked at each other, and said in unison: "Can you suppress Killian?"

"Suppression?" Yi Le asked with a strange face; "Why should I suppress him? The role of the midfielder is to connect and let the forwards score goals. It's just that in the last few games, I have been a little lazy. I put more pressure on the strikers. I want to stimulate their fighting spirit and desire to score goals."

Seeing the ignorance of the two, Yi Le explained: "That is to say, I am not so sticky to the ball, haven't you noticed? I have been touching the ball with one foot in the last few games, so it seems that my sense of presence has become lower, and I am not so eye-catching."

Yi Le smiled and said, "Actually, I can play more selfishly!"

Enrique looked expectantly: "No effect on the team?"

"No effect." Yi Le said: "Before, the boss gave me a task to run the team, so I let them form more cooperation and didn't interfere with them. But in normal games, every attack must be launched from my feet. This is my right and task. It's just that the previous situation was special, so I omitted this part, but future games will still be played like this!"

Enrique's cheeks twitched, and he said, "So, your downturn is caused by that bastard Boas?"

Yi Le thought for a moment, and said, "You can say that too!"

Case solved!

Boas must take the blame!

Bastard, what kind of running-in drama is playing, I almost scared the old man to death!

huh~~~~~~

Enrique let out a long sigh of relief, and said: "Okay, Yi, you must perform better next time, no! You must perform well, leave the other things to me, and Killian, you come with me!"

"Sir?" Mbappe stood up, a little restrained.

Enrique smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, the club has decided to raise your salary!"

"Really?" Mbappe's eyes lit up instantly.

Seeing Mbappe's performance, Enrique smiled even brighter.

Don't even try to escape these two!

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