Football God.

At least he calmed down Guti and persuaded his friends to go home quickly, Etok was still waiting for him at home, Guti was about to get up and leave the infirmary.

"Wait." When Dr. Braque spoke, Heinrich could clearly see that Guti's figure froze for a moment.

In the next second, he turned his head and looked at Dr. Braque with a defensive face.

The German doctor just smiled, took out a large jug of transparent drink from the refrigerator, and said: "This, you take it back, one cup a day, to help you replenish the essential elements in your body. Don't worry, it's pure plant, without any additives, You can drink with confidence."

...Even if it looks good, it's still the devil's drink!

Heinrich said: "This tastes good, and Etok likes it very much."

My son likes it?

Guti, who was just about to refuse, immediately stopped his voice after hearing this, let out a muffled "hmm", then took the drink pot, and left the infirmary with quick steps and trots.

When Heinrich saw the door closed, he looked at Braque helplessly: "Actually, you don't need to torment him like this. Jose can still be responsible for himself."

"I'm considering it because you have someone available for the new season. Adrian, if you have enough time, I can help you do a checkup." Dr. Braque said while sorting out the medical records in his hand.

I thought that Heinrich would refuse, but this time, Heinrich was very cooperative: "That's why I came to you, Doctor Braque, I think I need a comprehensive examination."

This statement made Dr. Braque a little surprised. In fact, he had seen Heinrich's stopping skills when he played with the club before. At that time, he felt that Heinrich had recovered a lot, but he never asked for it. Check, after all Heinrich is not a player now, some things don't need to be too anxious.

But now that Heinrich has brought it up, Dr. Braque will naturally not be polite.

Half an hour later, Bertram finally saw Heinrich coming out of the room with a medical report in his hand, frowning slightly.

Bertram's heart tightened, and he asked in a low voice, "Sir, is there any question?"

Heinrich let out a breath, and said lightly: "No problem." Seeing Bertram's expression of disbelief, Heinrich had a smile on his face, "It's actually good news, my skeletal and muscular strength has been greatly improved now. , if it goes well, I can follow up and run two laps in the pre-match training next season."

Then, what does it mean when I saw your disappointed face just now?

Bertram was a little puzzled, but he still didn't ask. He opened the door for Heinrich and asked, "Sir, where are you going next?"

"Go home, go from behind and don't disturb the players."

"Ok sir."

After sending Heinrich home, Bertram did not drive back to his residence, but went directly to the headquarters of the Smith family.

He seldom came back here. After regaining the rights of Patriarch, Bertram even wanted to disband this ancient family directly, but everyone under him had to rely on him for food, so Bertram reluctantly took over the position .

But after that, there was a steady stream of troubles, all kinds of things needed to be dealt with, and all kinds of relationships needed to be sorted out. Although Bertram has progressed from tireless to smooth and thoughtful, he still can't let him have much affection for this place.

Would rather go to a small flat on the outskirts of Leeds than go back to this manor!

But this time he came back with a sense of urgency. As soon as he entered the door, Bertram went straight to the study on the second floor, where someone had already been quietly waiting for him.

After entering, Bertram spoke first: "Mr. Heinrich."

In Bertram's mouth, Mr. Shout was the always smiling Adrian Heinrich, and the one who called out his name was probably Moritz, who was always expressionless and cold-blooded.

Sure enough, Moritz was sitting on the sofa and seemed to be waiting for Bertram. When he saw him enter, Moritz stood up, pushed his glasses, and said calmly, "Nice to meet you, Sir. "

After being awarded the knighthood, Bertram felt uncomfortable everywhere, and now he was called out by Moritz, he felt that this was Moritz's new method of ridicule.

But Bertram didn't say a word, his eyes swept over the artificial intelligence on the side, and then sat opposite Moritz: "It's so late, what can I do for you?"

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your business." Moritz took a piece of mint from Jarvis and put it into his mouth with a calm expression, and looked at Perrelet through the thin glasses. m.

If it is said that Heinrich's blue-green eyes are always warm and kind, then Moritz's eyes are like a machine, showing indifference, and the person who looks at it feels chills from the bone.

Fortunately, Bertram was used to this kind of scrutiny, and he looked at Moritz calmly: "What is that?"

Moritz blinked his eyes lightly, as if appreciating that the pitiful little dog at the time was now a grown up.

It's a good thing to grow up, a ferocious beast is much stronger than a vulnerable paper tiger.

Sweeping the mints in his mouth, Moritz curled his lips and said, "I'll hire you to accompany Idel to South Africa during the World Cup."

After hearing this, Bertram didn't change his face: "Originally, I will be where my husband is." In other words, there is no need for Moritz to hire him.

"No, other than that, I need you to do some small things, it's just a matter of little effort." Moritz took another mint and said, "The Heinrich family needs business from South Africa, but Before that, some forces need to be pacified and eradicated, and I hope you can help me."

This sentence was very straightforward, and Bertram knew that Moritz was using himself as a striker's gun.

Frowning slightly, and not answering immediately, Bertram weighed the pros and cons in his heart.

Even if he didn't like the Smith family, there were too many people around the family to eat, and Bertram didn't want them to risk it.

Moritz was holding mints, and his voice was slightly vague: "After taking it down, all related industries in South Africa will be under the name of Idel, but before that, I hope you will hide something from him. "

Bertram immediately raised his eyes to look at Moritz.

This person is luring himself, just like luring a tiger to jump through a fire hoop with meat, and then urging him forward with a whip.

But knowing that this was a fire hoop deliberately shot down to make him jump, Bertram still had no intention of refusing, and nodded directly: "Okay, I will help you. I hope you can give me the specific plan as soon as possible."

Moritz smiled and took Jarvis away without shaking his hand or even saying goodbye to each other.

As an artificial intelligence, Jarvis doesn't have basic human emotions, so he can't understand many things: "Sir, I don't understand."

Moritz, who was in a good mood, replied with interest: "What don't you understand?"

After leaving the Smith Manor, Jarvis said: "Before you hoped to control the Smith Family through Bertram, but now, you are negotiating with him on an equal basis."

This is not as simple as tying the Smith family around as a vassal as I said before.

Moritz's expression was calm. In the dark night, only a pair of shrewd eyes shone: "In business, there are gains and losses. Only investment can pay off. Now that my investment is in place and I have cultivated a beast, then I All that needs to be done is to put a collar on him, not remove his minions."

Jarvis was a little inexplicable and didn't seem to understand.

Moritz did not continue to explain, but said: "At least, we have achieved our goal, and there is no loss, enough."

It sounds like Bertram is doing it for his younger brother, but in fact, Bertram also knows in his heart that this is an unbreakable interest between the two families, and all he needs is a step.

Then Moritz will give him the steps.

Everything, for the greatest good.

At the same time, Heinrich was already sitting in his living room, smiling at the happy Ronaldo who was playing with Tom in the yard.

He didn't disturb anyone when he entered the door, and Ronaldo didn't notice that Heinrich was back. He was holding Tom in the yard at the moment, helping Tom practice goalkeeping.

Felines have a natural instinct to evade and hunt, Heinrich is well trained and Little Tom has great defensive skills.The ball used to play with it is much smaller and softer than usual. The surface is made of leather that can be scratched by cats but will not hurt nails. Little Tom has no resistance to this sport now up.

Heinrich stood by the sliding door, leaning against it, looking at the person and the cat over there.

Well, the colors are about the same. If there were no lights at night, Heinrich might not be able to find where they are.

Seeing that Ronaldo and Little Tom were playing similarly, Heinrich tapped on the glass window lightly.

Instantly attracted two pairs of eyes, Ronaldo's pupils lighted up slightly.

He arrived in Leeds early in the morning just to meet this man.

Now, it's getting dark, and it looks like I've been waiting for nothing all day, but only Ronaldo knows how lovable this kind of waiting is.

It's like when you know that you have won the golden boot but not the trophy, and you have to obediently wait for the final awards ceremony, that kind of waiting does not make people feel anxious, but sweet and exciting.

When I saw Heinrich now, it was a trophy that fell into my arms, which was very attractive.

"Edel, you..." Ronaldo was about to walk over while speaking, but saw a figure rushing over faster than himself!

Heinrich stretched out his arms to hug little Tom, heard the little guy's soft cry, smiled and stretched out his hand to rub it.

Little Tom has never been as reserved as a cat in front of Heinrich. His little head directly plunged into Heinrich's neck, and his front paws rested on Heinrich's shoulders. Almost dependent.

However, Heinrich knew that this little guy might be addicted to being coquettish, so he had to rub it again, and looked at Ronaldo: "I've been busy in the game recently, so I seldom accompany it. It probably misses me."

Ronaldo didn't speak, walked straight to Heinrich, glanced at the black cat, and didn't pick it up and throw it out, but just hugged the man into his arms like this.

Heinrich was taken aback. Little Tom was squeezed between the two people, struggled to run out, jumped onto the table aside, licked his paws reservedly, and looked at the two people over there with disgust.

But Ronaldo didn't care about Tom's presence or not, he just hugged Heinrich, and when he felt the man's hand patted his back hesitantly, Ronaldo said: "You are busy with games recently, rarely Stay with me, yes, I miss you."

The author has something to say: Tom: Report with real name!Pussy abused by dark guy!

Chris: [Pick it up and throw it out]

Tom: ...I don't recognize you as my master!

Chris: Then let Edel cook a meal and leave me alone

Tom: ... Bah!