football king

"You don't know much." Mordred said lightly, in a very good mood.

At least Sara and Captain Cassie can have a good result, instead of being sad after divorce like Kaka.

This is the reason why he took the initiative to find Sarah. Fortunately, Sarah is not the kind of unreasonable person, but Mordred is a little curious why Captain Casey didn't persuade him.

If Mordred had asked, he would have received a speechless, speechless answer.

It's just that he didn't ask, and it all ended perfectly.

Mordred stood up and stretched himself, looked at the already dark sky outside and said to Anthony: "Come on, I'll treat you to dinner, thank you for giving me a place to use today."

"Why don't we both thank you? If it weren't for you, I might be staying somewhere now." Lucien raised his eyebrows with a teasing face, causing Mordred to roll his eyes.

"Then let me put it another way, it's too late, can I invite you to dinner?"

"Of course, it's my honor, sir." Lucien made a gentleman's salute to Mordred, which seemed to have nothing to do with the little reporter who followed Mordred back then with a flustered face.

But Lucien did not forget who owed most of today's glory, and the two of them came to the restaurant together.

Mordred ordered a piece of pasta as usual, and while eating, he looked at the big fish and meat on the other side. Halfway through the meal, Lucien asked a question that he had been curious about for a long time, "Why did you come to talk to Sara? , Logically speaking, shouldn't Real Madrid come forward to talk to someone about this kind of thing?"

Mordred might be in a better mood if he didn't say this.

"So I asked my husband to give me a salary increase. Who do you think the players need to train, collect data, and appease the players' families? I am not doing the work of two people alone. I am doing three things alone. personal work."

While eating pasta, Mordred complained that the chattering appearance did not match his face, and he thought some old man had escaped.

Seeing that Lucien couldn't hold back his laughter, because he knew that Mordred was just talking.

This guy loves football more than anyone else, and he will definitely do it again next time something like this happens.

Mordred was immediately alert, "What are you laughing at?"

"I think of something fun." Lucien pretended to lower his head to eat, so as not to let the other party see the corner of his mouth that was desperately raised.

?Mordred glanced at the weird Lucien, but didn't ask further questions.

After dinner, Lucien sent him home before slowly leaving.

Erha just spat at Mordred and attacked, and the dog couldn't move his head, "Have you grown flesh again, son, I can't even hug you now."

Only those big innocent eyes responded to him, and Mordred slapped his forehead.

"I'm really sick in my head, and I still want you to answer me in a delusional way. I have to train tomorrow, so go to bed early." After finishing speaking, he patted the dog on the head and went back to sleep.

As a result, I didn't wake up naturally the next day, but was woken up by the notification sound of the mobile phone.

Mordred rubbed the screen of his phone in the middle of the night, and woke up in shock the moment he saw the message. After silently counting the number of zeros, Mordred called Mendes directly.

This time is basically not a jet lag problem, they are all sleeping, and Mendes is no exception.

The tone was a little bad, "What happened in the middle of the night? Your relationship with Chris was exposed? Real Madrid is going to send you to the second team? Or did you get scolded by Mourinho?"

Mordred, who was originally restless, immediately calmed down when he heard these words, "Mr. Mendes, please don't tell ghost stories at night, okay? My heart can't stand being scared."

Hearing this, Mendes also woke up, "You know it's night!"

"No, Mr. Mendes, listen to me first. There are 700 million dollars in my account suddenly." Mordred finally said the words, and then the phone was silent for a long time.

Mendes thought for a long time, and finally thought of a possibility.

"Do you still remember when you were going to learn how to drive, and you found Garcia? I suspect he called you. I heard that he recently signed a relatively large contract. Don't you have a phone number? Go ask yourself. After speaking, Mendes yawned and hung up the phone.

Tuliu Mordred was there in a daze, had Mendes already given up on him?The attitude towards him is completely different from the attitude towards Chris!

But right now, $700 million is more important. Although the money is not much, it is not a strong wind.

"What's the matter, busy man?" Garcia on the other end of the call was in good spirits, in stark contrast to Mendes who had just woken up from his sleep.

"Did you call me the 700 million in my account?" Mordred asked straight to the point without reminiscing about the past.

There was silence for a long time, and finally admitted.

"It's me. I signed a big contract. After all, you are my sponsor. You wouldn't take your previous investment for nothing." Garcia could tell from his tone that the other party's tone was very bad.

Mordred had to admit that he did forget. He was so busy during this period that he almost forgot his last name. Garcia was completely handed over to Mendes. Isn’t racing such a thing a waste of money?

Unfortunately, he is rich, various endorsements and money from Real Madrid, he didn't do much at all.

Think carefully about where he doesn’t spend money at all. He eats most of his meals at clubs, and spends the rest at Chris’s house. He doesn’t buy luxury cars, and he doesn’t sell luxury houses. There are various daily expenses The endorsement will be prepared for him, as for Lin Yue... maybe her mother has more money than him now.

So he just wanted Garcia not to be so depraved. His previous state was a bit scary. Racing cars are a life-threatening thing, and no one has more right to speak than him.

There is no need for any reason to save a person. If he didn't see it, he would have no psychological burden at all, but if he saw it, there are still people who are capable of saving...he has no way to turn a blind eye.

Over there, Garcia didn’t hear the answer for a long time, and he didn’t understand why. He is a person with a particularly fragile heart. What he hates the most is other people’s charity. Back then, Mordred said they were friends, and said a lot of disgusting things If so, he decided to accept his investment to make money for him.

But now it seems that this is not the case at all, and Garcia's dignity simply cannot accept it.

"Do I look like a poor worm to you? I'm sorry, but because of you, this poor worm has transformed!" Garcia's tone was self-deprecating, and Mordred could It didn't feel right, not to mention he was actually sensitive.

"I can't deny that my investment was motivated by an interest at the beginning, but your strength and character moved me! If you don't have that strength, I will never let you go racing."

Mordred quickly explained, doesn't he understand what these people are thinking?

"It's like watching a useless waste degenerate, and a very talented person who degenerates because of the environment, this is a completely different feeling, so I invest in you not because you are pitiful, but because It’s a pity to see you! I hope that someone with such strength can shine in racing, instead of only being able to drive a modified car in a slum because of his background, and compete with a group of people who have no talent.”

A series of words allowed Mordred to fully demonstrate how to write the words "desire to survive". He hoped that the other party would understand under the enlightenment of these words.

"What you said is true?" Garcia hesitated, obviously being fooled by Mordred's logic.

When Mordred saw that the other party had taken the bait, he quickly stepped up his efforts, "Of course it is true! Otherwise, why would you think that a person who has nothing should be invested by me?"

In this way, the other party really returned to normal, "Hmph, even if you have a vision for me, I won the No.3 in the Mexican competition some time ago. Big companies are scrambling to sign with me, and the 700 million they sent you is only A small part, it will be better later."

After all, Garcia is still a teenager, and it is not easy to endure such an honor until now. Now Mordred took the initiative to find him to show off.

"Yeah, I believe you will shine." After solving the crisis, Mordred couldn't sleep at all, and made himself a disaster at night.

However, Mordred still does not regret investing in Garcia. Now that he can win No.3 in the Mexican competition, he will definitely be more successful in the future.

Is this the second fate he changed, the first being Lucien.

Then Mordred practiced with dark circles under his eyes. In order to cover up Mordred, he could only wear sunglasses. The reporter at the gate of the club saw that Mordred was pretending to be cool today and couldn't help asking: "Why are you wearing sunglasses today? "

Mordred thought about it for a long time but couldn't think of any suitable excuse. After pushing the sunglasses harder, he stammered, "That...beautiful."

But after he entered the locker room, Mordred's dark circles could no longer be hidden, "Did you become a thief last night?"

Chris was the first to find out, he showed no mercy, and Mordred wanted to cover his mouth so sharply.

Then everyone in the room found out, "Really, Merris, what did you do last night? The dark circles under your eyes are so serious."

"I won't be as serious as you if I stay up all night."

In the end, the good guy Kaka came out to make a rescue, "Hurry up and change your clothes, the training will start soon."

If he hadn't nearly laughed out loud as he spoke, Mordred would have believed he was trying to save himself.

Of course, we still waited until the final big boss. It might be that the dark circles under Mordred's eyes were a little too exaggerated. Mr. Madman didn't reprimand him at first glance, but asked with a puzzled look: "You were beaten?"

The few bad friends who were trying to hold back their laughter just now laughed out loud, and even laughed so much that they squatted on the ground.

Mordred still can't treat his teammates the same way. He treats Mr. Madman as a grievance in capitals, and he suffers alone.

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Pipimei: I am too difficult

Starting today, strive for two chapters a day, and make up the [-] words owed to everyone, so that I will be debt-free and light-hearted!