long live the king

"Haha." Mendes laughed while reading the newspaper.

Zhang Yang glared at his manager fiercely, "Do you want to eat? If you don't, I'll die."

Ever since Mendes came to see Zhang Yang in the morning and tasted the Chinese breakfast made by Zhang Yang, he was full of praise. Whenever he came to France, he would come over for a meal whenever he had the opportunity.

"Waste is a shameful act." Mendes shook his head and pointed to the newspaper. "Have you read today's newspaper? It's a good one."

Zhang Yang took the newspaper from Mendez's hands, and just glanced at it, he knew what it said, and it was criticizing himself, but the title was very interesting "Why I don't like Zhang Yang". In this report, Look at what words are used, selfish, irrational, impulsive, arrogant, personal heroism, hooligan.

Zhang Yang put down the newspaper and finished the porridge in the bowl in one gulp. He was almost immune to such reports. Although he would still get angry, he was able to quickly forget about it and not focus on it. It's over here.

"This reporter is really interesting." Mendes wiped his mouth with a tissue and hiccupped, "You actually said you were a hooligan, I counted, in this report, the word 'hooligan' was used at least five times This word." Speaking of this, Mendes suddenly clicked his tongue, "This will not be a female reporter you have offended."

"How is it possible?" Zhang Yang shook his head.However, a name flashed through his mind, no, Zhang Yang shook his head, he wiped his mouth, "Let's talk about something serious, thanks to that old fellow Silver Thierry, I have suffered a heavy loss , I have no money in my pocket. The tension on your side is very slow," Zhang Yang sneered, "This does not match your status as a super agent."

"You know shit." What Mendes can't stand the most is that others don't take his status as a 'super agent' seriously. "Are you willing to endorse those small business brands? We want to use your image The positioning is higher, and it is better to lack than to overuse.”

Zhang Yang nodded, "You make up your own mind about this, anyway, if I earn more, you will earn more, haha."

Mendes snapped his fingers. He liked this kid quite a lot. He had also been in contact with Orientals, and he rarely had such a candid personality.

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After the second day's training, Ribery saw that Zhang Yang was in a bad mood and knew that the kid was still depressed about the suspension, so he took Zhang Yang out to relieve his boredom.

Franck Ribery's Bentley car suffered a small car accident a few days ago, so now he takes a taxi to and from the training ground.Among Marseille fans, Franck Ribery's reputation is actually even higher than publicity. Marseille fans like this optimistic and cheerful 'Scarman' very much.

Camille is Franck Ribery's 'queen' taxi driver.

"Haha, Zhang, nice to meet you." Seeing that Ribery was with Zhang Yang, Camille looked very excited. After shaking hands with Zhang Yang, he took out an autograph book like a magic trick and asked Zhang Yang to sign.

Zhang Yang opened the signature book, and he was surprised to find that there were already many names on it, including 'Pirez', 'Drogba' and other stars who went out of Marseille in the past.

After signing his name, he handed the signature book to Camille, who seriously put the signature book in a dark box next to the driver's seat.

"Where are you going, Frank?" Camille asked.

"Go drink, old place," Ribery said, and whistled at a beautiful girl passing by on a bicycle outside the window.

"Understood." Camille nodded and started the car. "It was Gerha's daughter who passed by just now. Why, Frank, did you like it? If you are not afraid of being clicked by your wife, I would like to introduce it to you."

"I'm afraid that fat guy Geerha will fight me hard." Ribery laughed.

"You guys know each other?" Zhang Yang felt very strange.

"We are fellow villagers."

"We are all Boulogne."

"Haha."

Franck Ribery and the taxi driver said almost in unison, both of them had pride in their voices, as if they were from Boulogne, which was a great honor.However, in fact, Zhang Yang knew that Boulogne was a relatively poor place, and the living standard of the people there was much lower than the French average.

"The wine we are going to is the best wine I have ever seen." Franck Ribery glanced at Zhang Yang and said.

"Haha, I'm looking forward to it." Zhang Yang said with a smile.He likes the atmosphere.He has been in Marseille for half a year. However, apart from competitions and training, he really rarely goes out. Maybe, he often goes out for a walk and meets some friends.

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For the fans, wine is heaven, drink when you win, toast to the victory, enjoy the joy of winning, drink when you lose, let his damn game and unhappiness follow the wheat yellow How cool it is to pour beer into the stomach and pee out the last time.

Anyway, for fans, wine is essential.

The owner of the wine, Ernst, is cleaning the photos on the wall of the wine. These are all his treasures. There are photos of himself or the fans who came to drink with those stars, some even decades ago. Among them, what he cherishes the most is the photo taken with Ernst after the Marseille team won the UEFA Champions League in the early 90s.In Marseille, although Marseille's European Champions Cup was canceled because of the "gambling case", there is always such a European Champions trophy in the hearts of every Marseille!

"Damn it, to be drawn by Sochaux. It's frustrating."

"Yeah, if Zhang Yang is on the field, I'm afraid he won't score a goal."

"Speaking of which, Zhang is still too young to eat consecutive cards because of taking off his clothes to celebrate."

"Hehehe, when Zhang Yang scored for us, you yelled the loudest, and now you say this again."

"Zhang Ke is awesome, he beat Abidal so cool."

"Hitting is always bad."

"What's the point of beating someone? We in Marseille can never suffer!"

Afterwards, I don't know who started the topic, and the fans began to talk about Zhang Yang's five-match suspension. Of course, the biggest resentment was towards the professional league chairman Schiff Thirrier.Everyone knows about the bad relationship between this person and the Marseille club.

"And Frank, he hasn't been here much recently."

"Haha, who missed me? Is it Bill? I don't like your big butt." Franck Ribery's loud voice sounded not far away.

The wine owner Ernst and the others were taken aback for a moment. Everyone turned their heads to look at the door of the wine, and watched Ribery wave to everyone before entering.

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"Frank." Seeing that it was Franck Ribery, the bar owner Ernst was very happy. "You haven't been here for a long time!"

"Haha, isn't this here? Old Ernst, do you have a treat today?" Ribery whistled, "I knew you were reluctant. However, I brought someone here today, so you should treat him gone."

At this time, people saw that there was another person behind Ribery.

"Look, it's Zhang Yang!"

"Hi Zhang. It's really you! Your goal is amazing, we love you."

"Haha, welcome to 'Fan's Home', our scoring champion!"

Zhang Yang didn't think there was anything wrong with the yelling and shouting of the red-faced and alcohol-spitting fans around him. On the contrary, he was a little excited, not because he wanted to drink, but because he liked the atmosphere. He is a player, and seeing the fans really like him, he is very happy to be with the fans at the moment.

The wine owner Ernst saw Zhang Yang coming to his wine, he laughed happily: "Guys, haha, cheers to Zhang Yang! My treat."

There was a burst of cheers from the wine.

"Haha, old Ernst is so generous."

"We have been exposed to publicity."

"Haha, drink to your heart's content tonight."

Only then did Ernst realize what he had just said out of joy, and he hurriedly yelled, "I'm treating you, the glass just now is my treat."

There was a burst of hissing in the wine, sarcasm Ernst, but Ernst just smiled and didn't care.Of course, everyone is just lively, no one really takes Ernst's "stinginess" seriously, and everyone knows that Ernst is a very good guy. If anyone is really in trouble, the wine boss will definitely Will not stand idly by.

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"What to drink?"

"Dark beer." Franck Ribery yelled, turning his head and mouthing at Zhang Yangnu. "what would you like?"

"Juice." Zhang Yang said.

Ribery looked at Zhang Yang suspiciously, "Don't drink beer?"

"No drinking." Zhang Yang said, and then smiled at the bar owner Ernst, "A glass of juice."

"Okay." Ernst nodded.

"It's boring." Ribery originally wanted to drink with Zhang Yang, but he knew that Zhang Yang could drink.

"I won't drink until my suspension is over." Zhang Yang rubbed his face, the atmosphere in the wine put him in a good mood.

"why?"

"Haha, I'm drinking now, and those paparazzi will definitely talk nonsense about getting drunk during the suspension. Annoying." Zhang Yang shook his head, "When the suspension is over, drinking some alcohol will be fine."

"Why can I drink after the suspension?" The bar owner handed the juice to Zhang Yang, and couldn't help asking when he heard what Zhang Yang said.

"At that time, I ended my suspension, I was able to play, I was able to score goals, and I drank alcohol. What can they say? The more aggressive they talk, the more I score, haha." Zhang Yang drank half a glass of juice in one gulp. , said with a smile.He wiped his mouth as if he was drinking beer.

"Haha, well said."

"As expected of our publicity!"

"Haha, cheers to Zhang's words!"

The fans at the scene roared when they heard Zhang Yang's words. Zhang Yang's words were so powerful, it made the fans who were drinking so much fun hear it, because yesterday's game was dull and unhappy Emotions vanished in an instant.

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"Excellent." Ernst gave Zhang Yang a thumbs up.

Zhang Yang laughed. He raised half a glass of juice in his glass, looked at the people around him, and then said to Ernst, "Give everyone here a glass of wine, I'll treat you."

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of cheers in the wine.

Everyone cheered and raised their glasses.

"Let's have a toast." Franck Ribery stood on the chair, raised his glass, and shouted, "For victory——"

Everyone shouted together, "—for victory!"

Zhang Yang followed closely and shouted loudly: "For Marseille—cheers!!"

"cheers--!!"

Everyone raised their necks, and the wheat-yellow beer gulped down their throats.

Your sister, drinking fruit juice is really not good enough!Zhang Yang wiped his mouth.

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ps: I have suffered from frozen shoulder and I am in pain.The body of the person who codes is really bad.