i am gun king

Chapter 396 Big News

At the same time, Li Yuxin invited Buffon and Ozil to the restaurant he usually goes to that day. As long as Arsenal get through the current crisis, they will have the hope of winning the Premier League. All of this requires not only his own strength, but also the strength of his other thighs. Therefore, he decided to ask Buffon and Ozil to meet and discuss the future. Li Yuxin first ordered the dishes in the private room. Fried potato shreds and more!
After a while, both Buffon and Ozil came to the restaurant, sat down, and they began to discuss, but what they didn't know was the other side of London. .

If a person has no dreams, what is the difference between him and a salted fish? !

This is a famous movie line in China. As an Englishman, Ashley Williams naturally doesn't know this Chinese movie line, but at this moment, he feels like a salted fish.

The crowding of London's subway is world-famous. Ashley, who was squeezed like a can of sardines, had a gloomy expression on Williams' face, without the vigor that a young man of his age should have.However, it is no wonder that as one of the group of intern journalists recruited by The Guardian last year with the worst work performance, he has to endure the yelling of his boss every day, so it is strange to be able to go to work with a sunny and happy mood.

As an intern reporter with ideals and aspirations, after more than a year of hard work, he still hasn't removed the prefix "internship", which seems like a really bad thing.

Ashley, Williams put away his envy for his old friend, his brows frowned, because next to him, two Asian girls were chattering non-stop, which made him want to take a nap.

He was just about to remind the two girls to keep their voices down, but in an instant, Williams' eyes widened

The two girls were holding a digital camera, and they were discussing the photos in it. Obviously, these were two girls who came to England to travel, and they took pictures of the places they visited and stayed along the way.

Of course, that wasn't what Williams cared about. What made his eyes widen was that a familiar figure appeared in the photo he saw!

Arsene, Wenger, the Godfather of Arsenal!
Although the focus of the camera is not on the godfather of Arsenal, Wenger's face can still be clearly recognized. Not only that, but also the face of the person who had a good conversation with Wenger can be seen more clearly.

The date of this photo shows a week ago.

"Hi, you two beauties." Ashley and Williams squeezed out a little space to greet the two girls.

"Hello." One of the 'girls' replied in English.

This made Williams breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the other party can speak English, otherwise communication would be a big problem.

"Where did you take that photo? It looks like a good environment. Sorry, I just turned my head and saw this photo. I didn't mean it."

The two 'girls' were not angry at Williams' 'peeping'. The 'girl' who answered him just now said, "Even in London, a very nice cafe, do you think the environment is good? We think so too, but unfortunately, the location is too remote. Otherwise, the business there should be 'great'."

London?Remote location? !Williams' eyes lit up.

"It's like this, I'm a reporter." Ashley Williams took out his press card, "This photo is useful to me, and I want to buy it. Excuse me, is it possible?"

For this man who suddenly 'revealed' his identity and said he wanted to buy the photo in his camera, the two 'girls' were surprised at first, and then they began to discuss it.

Seeing that the two girls seemed to have different opinions, Williams couldn't understand the language they spoke, so he was in a hurry, but he couldn't be too eager, otherwise, the two girls would only realize the value of this photo, and he might charge a price that he couldn't afford.

What Williams didn't know was that the reason for the dispute between the two girls was not whether to sell it to him, but one girl said that it was just a photo, which didn't include them, but just a random photo taken in a cafe, so she just gave it to the reporter.

"Five hundred pounds!" said the 'girl'.

Ashley, when Williams heard the girl speak, a stone fell from his heart, and he was even more relaxed when he heard the girl's asking price, which was still within his acceptable range.Not too high.

"Two hundred pounds! That's all I can offer."

The girl was overjoyed. When she first asked for [-] pounds, she was also heartbroken, because an insignificant photo was sold for [-] pounds, which was something she couldn't even imagine.In her mind, it would be nice to sell it for a hundred pounds, and the asking price of five hundred pounds was just for bargaining. Now, when she heard that the reporter had bargained for two hundred pounds, she was very happy.

"Four hundred pounds, it can't be lower."

"Okay, it's a 'deal'." Ashley Williams originally planned to continue bargaining, but seeing that someone seemed to have noticed the situation here and looked over, he immediately nodded and ended the bargaining.No one can guarantee that a colleague will notice the situation here and come to intercept it halfway.

However, in the next second, Williams' complexion became ugly, "I only have two hundred pounds with me—"

Hearing what he said, the girl's face turned pale.

Seeing this, Williams quickly said, "Well, I'll pay you two hundred pounds first, you go to the newspaper with me, copy the photos, and I'll pay another two hundred pounds!"

The two 'girls' discussed for a while and nodded in agreement.Until now, Williams breathed a sigh of relief. What he was thinking about now was, who was the man who had a secret meeting with Wenger in this relatively remote cafe?What are they discussing?
This is where the real value of this photo lies.

London, the office building of The Guardian, editor-in-chief Alan.Ruthbridger was throwing a tantrum in his office.

"Where's Williams, and that bastard," Ruthbridge growled. "What the hell is he doing? The idiot! I've never met a dumber trainee reporter!"

Ruth Bridger was waving a copy of The Times, and he arranged for Williams to follow up and report on an incident. However, Williams messed up, and the reports that The Times 'produced' over there were not only more detailed than the Guardian's, but also dug up some serious information that Williams hadn't dug up.In such a contrast, can Russbridger not be angry?

"Boss, big news! Big news!" The 'door' was pushed open, and Williams ran in.

"****! I know the big news! The big news belongs to someone else!" Ruth Bridger threw the newspaper in his hand at Williams.

Williams didn't seem to notice the angry expression of his boss, and asked in surprise, "Who? Who stole my news? Impossible, I'm the scoop."

"Exclusive news?!" Ruthbridge really wanted to give this stupid kid a good beating.Hope it clears his mind.

"That's right, I haven't heard of any media reporting on Wenger." "

"Wait, you said Wenger?" Although Russ Bridger was still in a state of anger, as an old paparazzi who had been in the industry for decades, he immediately smelled the key words.

"That's right, it's Wenger. I have a photo of him having a secret meeting with someone."

"Where's the photo?"

"Ah, you don't belong to us yet." Williams said with some embarrassment, "The other party asked for [-] pounds, and I only have [-] pounds."

Ruthbridger's face immediately became very bright..." Are the funds of our "Guardian" so tight? Then he understood, Williams is an idiot, his work performance has been poor, and he really has no funds on hand.

A few minutes later, Williams took the remaining two hundred pounds and obtained the photo from the two 'girls'. Just in case, he signed an agreement with the 'girl' girl. The agreement stipulated that the 'girl' girl could only provide this photo to the Guardian.

Later, Ruth Bridger, editor-in-chief of The Guardian, saw the photo copied from Williams' computer.

It is indeed a photo of Arsenal coach Arsene Wenger drinking coffee with a middle-aged man. Judging from the photo, the two seem to be talking happily.

"The name of the cafe is 'Mir's Café,' and it's in a remote location," Williams said.

"Who's that man?" Ruthbridger asked.

"I don't know, but Smith must know." Williams said.

Smith is the treasure of the "Guardian", this person has an excellent memory, as long as it is a person or other photos that he has glanced at, he will remember it.Therefore, his daily task is to look at various pictures and remember the names of people and places so as to provide support for his colleagues at any time.

"I know this person." Smith glanced at the photo and nodded.

"Who is he?" Williams asked quickly.He really cared too much about it.

What Russbridger was going to ask was robbed, and he glanced at the reckless guy.

"Mino Raiola." Smith said, "He is an Italian agent, Ibrahimovic's agent, of course, he is also the agent of the Italian bad boy and French teenager Pogba who are popular in football now."

"Praise God!" Williams growled, almost gnashing his teeth.

Ruth Bridger, the editor-in-chief of The Guardian, also showed a smile on his face. He didn't expect that the man was still a big shot. No matter what he and Wenger were talking about, just this status gave the Guardian enough room to play.

He came up and patted Williams on the shoulder, "Ashley, work hard! I like you."

Williams was on the verge of tears.

A minute later, Williams came out of the editor's office, and he greeted a colleague, "Hey, Michael, the weather is beautiful today. The sun is so beautiful."

(End of this chapter)