big mouth ball king

Chapter 578 I want a Golden Globe Award

"Which one is Claudia?"

"Your flowers."

Colleagues gathered around.

"Wow, who is your boyfriend, sending flowers every day."

Claudia chuckled.

"Which one is Claudia?"

"Your chocolate."

"Wow, Claudia, you should be getting married soon."

Claudia didn't tell, and colleagues didn't know either.

Back home, Tang Zhenglong opened the door.

"Wow, beautiful Claudia, you're back."

Claudia rolled her eyes.

"Don't send me flowers anymore, you hear me!!"

Why Tang Zhenglong suddenly began to please Claudia, it was because Tang Zhenglong looked at the selection rules of the Golden Globe Awards - all countries outside of Europe that had participated in the World Cup finals had the right to vote, and the selection was conducted by a jury composed of professional football journalists from all over the world.

Zhu Guanghu of the Chinese team will definitely vote for himself, and the stick will definitely not vote for himself. Island countries...don't know, Iran...probably not, I scolded them in the Asian Cup, Saudi Arabia?

After thinking about it, Tang Zhenglong realized that his popularity in Asia seemed average, so he could only please football reporters, such as Claudia.

"Beautiful Claudia, I've ordered dinner, come and eat."

Claudia was about to die of anger, who is Tang Zhenglong?She still doesn't know why she suddenly pleases herself when she only gets tired of being with Kaya?

"Don, I don't have the right to vote for the Golden Globe Awards."

Khan to death! !
"Don't be so direct, okay?" Tang Zhenglong thought to himself.

"Hehe, you misunderstood, I just want to be nice to you."

"Really?"

"real."

Claudia looked at Tang Zhenglong, her eyes seemed to say, "Why don't I believe you?"

"Come and eat."

The two of them ate together, and Tang Zhenglong ordered high-end French food, which was delivered to the door.

"Wow, this foie gras is really delicious."

"This red wine is also good."

Tang Zhenglong squirmed, like a thorn sitting under his buttocks, he couldn't hold back.

"You really don't have the right to vote?"

The two looked at each other for a second, and then Claudia ate all the foie gras in a flash. She was afraid that Tang Zhenglong would repent, so she ate as much as she could, earning nothing.

"Don't worry, even if you don't have the right to vote, I can't make you spit it out."

"Hehe, I'm really afraid of you doing this!"

Tang Zhenglong did not give up.

"And do you know anyone who is entitled to vote?"

Claudia rolled her eyes again.

"Don, let me tell you that the selection of "French Football" is very strict, and it is impossible for you to buy tickets."

sweat.

"I don't want to buy a ticket, I'm afraid that you Europeans will discriminate against me, a stranger."

puff.

"Discriminate against you? Do you think it's possible?"

"Very likely."

Claudia wiped her mouth.

"I'm full, thank you for the French meal."

Tang Zhenglong held out his hand.

"What are you doing?"

"500 euros, I spent 1000 on this meal, we make it AA."

Claudia raised her eyebrows, she had never seen anyone like this before.

"Tang Zhenglong!! Don't go too far. Although I don't have the right to vote, I can write articles to let others know what kind of person you are!"

Tang Zhenglong thought to himself, yes! !

"Forget it, 300."

"roll!!"

*****
"Linda, here are flowers for you."

Linda glanced at Tang Zhenglong and saw that he was smiling like a Fuwa.

"Don, if Claudia can't help you, then I can't."

"Hehe, what is this called? I just want to send you flowers."

"Okay, I accept it."

Linda continued to play with her laptop, ignoring Tang Zhenglong.

Tang Zhenglong saw it, and he could only take the initiative.

"Linda, you have a lot of friends in the media circle."

Linda rolled her eyes wide.

"I knew you were not that kind."

"Hehe, help me, as long as you help me, you can do whatever you want."

"Really?"

"Really, I can be wronged and be your boyfriend."

Linda exploded in anger and kicked up.

Tang Zhenglong dodges.

"Why did you kick me?"

"get out!!"

"Oh! I see, you are not lecherous, then I can give you money."

"How many?"

"one thousand?"

Linda was blown up a second time.

"Tang Zhenglong, as far as you go, even if I know the judges, I won't speak for you."

"..."

*****
"Tim, how are you doing recently? What do you want to eat? Tell me."

Tang Zhenglong smiled like a flower.

Cahill was taken aback, why did Tang Zhenglong treat him so well recently, could it be that he fell in love with him?
"Don, you should know that I like women."

……

Tang Zhenglong sweated to death.

"Tim, I remember Australia was in the World Cup, right?"

"correct."

"How is your relationship with the national team coach?"

"so so."

"So-so?" Tang Zhenglong was beating drums in his heart, forget it, let's maintain it first, what if it is useful?
Then Lee Carsley came over.

"Don, is there something wrong with you?"

"No."

"By the way, which country are you from?"

Lee Kasli Khan is dead.

"Ireland."

"Ireland?" Tang Zhenglong's geography is average.

"Has your country participated in the World Cup?"

"of course."

Tang Zhenglong was overjoyed, he didn't expect this scam to be useful.

"Then how is your relationship with the head coach of the national team?"

"Hehe, I wasn't selected for the national team."

Tang Zhenglong petrified instantly.

"what happened?"

"Nothing, get out!"

Lee Carsley froze for a moment, the change of face was too fast.

At this time, the rest of the teammates gathered around.

"Tang, what's the matter with you recently? Why do you ask everyone about the national team?"

When Tang Zhenglong saw it, he couldn't hide it anymore, so he told the truth.

Lee Carsley was furious. It turned out to be like this. He let himself go when he saw that he was not a national player. This guy is too realistic.

"Tang, even if I'm a national player, I won't help you."

"It doesn't matter, you're not anyway."

"By the way, whoever of you is an international footballer, has participated in the World Cup, and has the right to speak in the national team, come and sign up later, and I will treat you to dinner."

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and dispersed in a hurry.

"Hey! Don't go!"

*****
bell bell bell.

Ibrahimovic picked up the phone and saw that the caller ID was "Asshole Dragon".

"Hey, Tang Zhenglong."

"Zlatan, how are you doing?"

"Hehe, tell me what's going on."

"So direct?" Tang Zhenglong sweated.

"Are you in a good position in the Swedish national team?"

"Of course, why are you asking that?"

Tang Zhenglong told the story.

Ibrahimovic got it.

"You mean to let me canvass for you?"

"Yes."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"You agree?"

"Hey Hey hey……"

Tuk Tuk Tuk!
"Damn, hang up my phone!!"

After thinking about it, Tang Zhenglong called Podolski, who should have a good relationship with Love.

(End of this chapter)