King's Landing Nottingham

Chapter 994

Chapter 0994 is a shame
Inside the press conference hall of the Stamford Bridge Stadium, there was a strong smell of gunpowder smoke, and there were sharp words.

The journalists who managed to catch the opportunity, at this moment, like sharks smelling fishy, ​​rushed towards Jose Mourinho and Jurgen Klopp like crazy.

The prey is in sight!

They are good hunters!

Let's save the words of "officials don't want it" for later.

It is rare to be able to serve Uncle Zha and Uncle Bird in one pot. This is an opportunity to "open for a year".

A post-match press conference was like a concert. Every time the two were about to retreat, the reporters shouted for another song.

"Coach Klopp, I have one more question, I promise it's definitely the last one!"

"Coach Mourinho, Coach Mourinho, I have been squatting near your house for more than a week, just to ask you a question..."

Ha ha.

That's all it said, if they don't agree to their request, this matter will explode.

Hehehe, hospitality is hard to stop, hospitality is hard to stop.

The two head coaches first waved their hands again and again, saying that this is the last question, and there really can't be any more, and the players are already waiting impatiently.

The reporters off the court also agreed again and again. As for whether this is the last question?
That can't be said for sure.

After all, I haven't asked, my last question.

Roman Abramovich and Wei Xun, the chairmen of the two clubs, hid in the corner of the stadium, smoking a cigarette happily, bragging and spanking, having a great time.

The two of them had already expected that at today's post-match press conference, there would definitely be a lot of rambunctious guys.

Still don't provoke right and wrong...

A rare cigarette, a rare cigarette?
But Abramovich remembered that Wei Xun couldn't count the number of times he smoked with him with two hands.

However, before smoking, Wei Xun had already taken off his coat and changed into a work uniform issued by the Chelsea club.

There must be no smell of smoke on the clothes!

Teacher Huang will definitely smell good when he gets home!

That's what someone learned from smoking more than a dozen times.

"Wei, to be honest, I don't remember how long it has been since I sat here so carefree, chatting casually..."

When he said this, the Russian's eyes flickered quickly, and something special seemed to come to mind again.

"Screw you……"

Someone was upset and punched the Russian in the chest.

Don't say it's all there or not.

Wei Xunke had never stayed with a big man to do such a thing.

At night, you took a man to the rooftop to see the stars?
For many years, I, Wei, have never been gay.

"Roman, let's not talk about whether you have time. For things like chatting, it depends on who the person sitting opposite you is."

Right now, someone Wei's face is full of cowhide, it seems that Roman Abramovich is so happy today, all because of him.

"Hmph, Wei, you're here again."

The Russian hummed like an old cow.

I really don't know, let Roman Abramovich play the role of the Bull Demon King, what will it look like with the full suit neatly dressed?

Quite looking forward to it.

However, the Russians reckoned that they were really unhappy. After all, Chelsea was the one that lost today.

"Hey hey! Wei, did you manage to take away three points? As an old friend, if you chat with me for a while, you can take it as compensation."

Seeing that someone had already come out of the post-match press conference room, Abramovich hurriedly pulled Wei Xun and slipped out through the small door on the other side.

"Let's go, Wei, I'll take you to try new stores in the London area, it will definitely open your eyes!"

Abramovich's height is still higher than that of Wei Xun. The Russian seems to be clamping someone with his arms and armpits.

Especially after the Russians said that they were going to a Russian restaurant today, Abramovich clamped Wei Xun even tighter.

To be precise, it's a bit like the quick and easy capture of China's cold weapon era, which is quite embarrassing.

However, this taste is big enough.

But, Wei Xun, he really doesn't like Russian cuisine, he really doesn't like to eat this kind of food.

"Hey, hey, I said Roman, can you let me out for a breath of fresh air, how many days have you not shaved your armpits?"

"Your uncle, I'm not a woman, why should I shave my armpits!"

……

The Notts County club defeated the blue team Chelsea tenaciously at Stamford Bridge. Before thinking about it, Abramovich also helped himself and fooled a wave of Spartak Moscow fans.

These are all human favors, you have to pay them back...

Someone no longer remembers how he got home.

Early the next morning, after Zhao Tai received a call from Chelsea, he quickly sent a car to drag someone from Wei back to the base in Notts County.

I just remember that night, Abramovich’s vodka was one cup after another. In the end, the Russian food that was originally unpalatable became delicious.

Wei Xun remembered that his father said, the more you don't want to drink, the more you can't drink, you have to eat something.

However, apart from Russian dishes, there are no other dishes on this table, so you can let yourself sit on the bar.

So, someone bit the bullet and ate some Russian dishes, and then exchanged drinks with Abramovich.

Generally speaking, the characteristics of Russian cuisine are also the wide selection of ingredients, exquisite production, fine processing, and diverse flavors. However, Wei Xun remembers that they are rich in oil and heavy in taste...

After sobering up, Wei Xun specially bought some Russian Daliba from a Russian-style restaurant in downtown Nottingham.

Several staff members passing by the club chairman's office were surprised to see this guy chewing with gusto.

"Uh-huh……"

A certain person smacked his mouth while eating, and made Zhao Tai, who was reading the financial statements beside him, extremely irritable.

"Hey, Wei Zi, isn't this a big Russian bun with mutton added? You used to eat meat buns, but you never ate the meat inside!"

"Fucking meat buns, Brother Tai, how do you say that? You don't lack beautiful scenery around you, you just lack a pair of eyes to discover beauty!"

How could Zhao Tai, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, fail to hear that this is Wei Xun mocking himself.

But who can I entrust the work in my hands to?
Forget it, let him go this time.

At this moment, Jurgen Klopp is leading his coaching team, eating and working in the club restaurant.

This guy Wei Xun thought about ordering takeaway again, and hid in the office to eat.

After all, Brother Tai's ability is still strong. While flipping through your financial statements, he can chat with Wei Xun about some serious work matters.

"Wei Zi, I suddenly remembered that there is a job here that I really have to entrust to you..."

………………Dividing line………………

(End of this chapter)