heir to the red devil

Chapter 450 How to deal with it?

The weather in October is still very sunny.Icardi, who hadn't slept in for a long time, woke up from his sleep and felt a little pain in his head.

I drank too much wine last night.

He opened his eyes and looked around, where is this?
Oh, by the way, I drank too much last night, Tevez said he had a hotel room for himself, and then sent himself up.I remember that Tevez asked two girls to accompany him to the elevator, and then he let them leave first, and then entered the house alone.

Icardi thought helplessly: I drank so much yesterday, I almost lost the strength to walk at that time, what else can I do?Fortunately, the two girls were driven away in advance, otherwise it would be troublesome now.

Icardi was not in a hurry to get up either. He lay on the bed and looked out the window. The bright sunshine shone on him very comfortably. He remembered what Tevez said to him yesterday.

"You are a striker who has proven himself in Serie A. Your strength is absolutely world-class. I heard that Inter Milan has always been interested in you, and Juventus is also short of capable strikers now, so if you are at Manchester United If this is still the case, if Kintag cannot reuse you, then I suggest you return to Serie A and prove your worth in the most defensive league in the world!"

Thinking of these words, Icardi is also thinking in his heart: If I return to Serie A now, what will happen?Will you get more than you have now?
After thinking for a long time, Icardi couldn't figure out a result.He felt a little thirsty. He got up from the bed, poured himself a glass of water, and looked at the phone on the table.At some point, my phone turned off.

As soon as his mobile phone was turned on, more than a dozen messages came to remind him immediately.

First of all, the first one is the message Tevez sent him: "Brother, I had a lot of fun yesterday. I took the morning flight back to Turin. When you arrive in Turin for the next round, I will take you with me." Have a good taste of Italian beauty."

Icardi smiled wryly, and then looked down, but he didn't expect that the messages below were all missed calls, and the numbers were all from the same person—Jin Taige.

Icardi thought about it: Today is a day off, yes, what can the boss ask me for?

But seeing these more than a dozen missed call reminders, Icardi thought to himself, the boss must be looking for me urgently.

He called back, and the other end of the phone was connected soon: "Boss, I just woke up and found that there are many missed calls from you on the phone. Do you have anything to do with me?"

Jin Taige, who only listened to the phone that day, was very anxious: "Mauro, are you in the hotel now?"

"Oh? That's right, boss, how do you know?"

"It really is true..." Jin Taige sighed from the other end of the phone, and after a while, the voice came slowly, "Mauro, use your mobile phone to open the mailbox right now, there is a message I sent to you Let’s chat after you read the email. Don’t hang up, I’ll be right here waiting for you to read the email.”

Icardi was a little inexplicable: "Okay boss, I'll watch it now."

……

Five minutes later, Icardi exploded in the hotel: "What the hell is going on!"

"Mauro, don't worry, the club will help you deal with these matters. But before you deal with it, you have to tell me whether what the "Sun" said is true or not?"

"It's definitely a rumor! These words... oh, you can't say that, I did go to the bar last night, with Tevez and Pogba, after partying until midnight, they sent me back to the hotel. But the thing about prostitution Absolutely not! I had a terrible headache and two girls I knew at the bar put me in the elevator and I shooed them away."

"Are you sure these are the facts? You didn't drink too much yesterday and forgot something, did you?"

"Absolutely not! I remember it exactly!"

"Well... how about it, tell me your current room number, and I will send club staff to pick you up at the hotel. Remember! You must not go through the front door! After changing your disguise, leave from the parking lot at the back. Now the hotel entrance will definitely be There are reporters waiting for you there. You go back to the club immediately, and let's discuss countermeasures together."

"I understand boss, I'll go back right now!"

An hour later, in Woodward's office, with the door closed, were the parties involved.

Woodward was sitting at the desk, and Kintag was sitting on the sofa closest to him, both of them were frowning.

Scholes and Ferran, who were on vacation at home, were also called here. They already knew what happened. The two of them were sitting next to Jin Taige, whispering in low voices.

Sitting opposite Kintag is the protagonist of this incident-Icardi, who has been brought back by the club staff, and the person sitting next to him is his agent Marano.

Jin Taige asked: "Mauro, when you came out of the hotel, the reporters didn't notice you, did you?"

Icardi shook his head: "No, I went out through the back door, went directly into the underground parking lot, and left the hotel lying on the back seat."

Agent Marano also added: "I have contacted several media friends, and they said that the reporters are still surrounding the hotel entrance, waiting to block Mauro, so he should not know these things."

At this time, Woodward, who had been silent all this time, stared at Icardi: "Icardi, do you know how serious this matter is! Carnival all night is secondary, open recruitment?! If this matter is shaken If you expose it, not only will your personal reputation be greatly damaged, but even the club will be severely affected economically!"

Icardi lowered his head and didn't say a word. The agent Marano accompanied him with a smile: "Mr. Woodward, Coach Tiger, I have just talked to Mauro on the phone about the seriousness of this matter." It is very clear, I believe he has already regretted it. I think now is not the time to complain, we should think about how to deal with this matter and minimize this disturbance."

Phelan, who was sitting next to Kintag, whispered to Scholes: "We are about to play against Chelsea. If the team fluctuates at this time, then the next game will be in trouble..."

Scholes glanced at him, and his eyes were full of worry. He didn't reply, but shook his head at Ferran, and continued to wait for everyone's opinions and ideas.

As assistant coaches, Phelan and Scholes have a good way of leading training and management, but in the face of this kind of public relations crisis, they have no way to start.

The room was silent for a long time, and after about 5 minutes, Jin Taige said slowly: "When you didn't come just now, Woodward and I came up with a solution..."

(End of this chapter)