big mouth ball king

Chapter 888

"Where's Tang Zhenglong?"

Mourinho called Mores over.

"Where's Tang Zhenglong?"

"asked for leave."

Mourinho was taken aback.

"He didn't ask for leave just yesterday."

"Yes, it is said that he is not feeling well, and he is not well today."

Mourinho immediately became angry.

"I think he did it on purpose. Have you noticed that Tang Zhenglong has changed since that fat man came?"

Mores Khan.

"It seems so."

"That bastard."

Mourinho calmed down, "Since he's not feeling well, let's visit him at his home."

"Jose, this is not good."

"What's wrong?"

Morais was afraid that the two would fight again.

"It's settled like this. I will drive your car later, and we will go to Tang Zhenglong's house."

******
"Don, the boss has gone to your house." Marcelo tipped off the news.

"Fuck! Fortunately, I have someone at the club."

"Thanks, Curly."

Putting down the phone, Tang Zhenglong called Linda and Emma.

"From now on, I am a patient."

Linda smiled and said, "Don, you finally found out that you are sick?"

"..."

"Tang, you must have been insane for a long time."

"roll!!"

"Hahaha."

Emma smiled and said: "Okay, we know, we are helping to lie to your boss, don't worry about us acting."

"Go get me pajamas and hot towels, from now on I'm a weak patient."

******
Mourinho knocked on the door.

"Tang Zhenglong's family is so big, this guy is rich enough."

"Hehe, after all, he is also the one who gets Real Madrid's maximum salary."

Linda opened the door.

"Hi, I'm Tang Zhenglong's friend Linda."

"I'm Jose."

"Please come in."

"I heard that Tang Zhenglong is ill, let's take a look."

"Okay, Don's upstairs."

Follow Linda upstairs and come to Tang Zhenglong's room.

Mourinho took a look, Tang Zhenglong was wearing pajamas, with a towel on his head, he really looked like an old patient.

"Old... big." Tang Zhenglong shouted weakly.

"Don, what's the matter with you? Why are you at home instead of going to the hospital?"

"I have seen a doctor, and the advice given to me is to rest."

"Don't you need some medicine?"

"have eaten."

"What medicine? Let me see."

Emma handed it over, and Mourinho saw that they were all health products, such as grape seed oil.

Mourinho smiled: "Two girls, can you please go out first, I want to have a private chat with Tang Zhenglong."

"it is good."

Mourinho motioned for Mores to go out too.

"Close the door."

Everyone left, and Mourinho's face changed.

"Tang Zhenglong, I'll give you 10 seconds, get out of bed immediately, or I'll make you really sick."

Tang Zhenglong continued to perform.

"Jose, I don't know what you're talking about, I'm really sick."

"is it?"

Mourinho reached out to grab Tang Zhenglong's clothes.

I'll fuck it! ! !
"Jose, don't take it too far, I have my rights as a player."

"Are you threatening to go to Manchester City?"

"If you continue like this, then I have no choice. Going to Manchester City means that the annual salary will be 1000 million more. In fact, there is not much benefit."

puff.

Mourinho calmed down.

"Tang, how about this? If you have any opinion on me, now I will give you a chance to say it all at once."

"Really?"

Mourinho pulls out a bottle of vodka.

"Tell me to have a drink, and tell the truth after drinking."

"Also, there are no outsiders here."

"You promise not to use violence against me?"

"I promise."

"it is good."

Tang Zhenglong is like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

"First of all, you hacked me on the first day you returned to the team. You intentionally manipulated the emails you sent me, right?"

"..."

"Jose, if you're a man, you admit it."

Mourinho nodded.

"I admit, I did that."

"Okay, have a drink."

Soon, both of them were drunk, and the man drank, so he really said everything.

"Don, are you pretending to be sick?"

"Haha, of course, how about my acting skills?"

"good."

"cut."

Mourinho poured Tang Zhenglong a glass.

"Don, do you really want to go to Manchester City?"

"Do not want to."

"why?"

"I'm still young and don't need to earn a pension yet. Maybe I will consider going to Manchester City to make money after I'm 30."

"Haha, I knew it would not be so easy for you bastard to leave Real Madrid."

"But……"

Mourinho took a drink, "That empty check is really tempting."

Tang Zhenglong was taken aback.

"Jose, is this it?"

Mourinho was dumbfounded.

"Why are you here?"

Unexpectedly, Tang Zhenglong took out a stack.

"199RMB, free shipping to Madrid."

"Bought in China?"

Tang Zhenglong nodded.

"But...it looks exactly the same as the real thing."

Tang Zhenglong sweated and died, "Our country is indeed relatively strong in this regard."

"Ok."

"Can you give me a few, if Florentino treats me badly in the future, then I will take them out to scare him."

"Haha, no problem."

The wine was almost gone.

"Don, after today, we are reconciled."

"Um!!"

"Okay, I'm leaving, come to training on time tomorrow."

"Most definitely."

******
In the car, Morais was stunned holding a fake check.

"Is this fake?"

Mourinho nodded with a smile.

"Only Tang Zhenglong can figure it out."

"Can I have one of these?"

"no!!"

Mourinho snatched them all back.

"Stingy."

"By the way, are you completely reconciled?"

"That's right. In fact, I didn't think Tang Zhenglong was that annoying after talking about it. But there are some people that I have to deal with."

"Who?"

"traitor!!"

It turned out that Tang Zhenglong accidentally told about Marcelo's tip-off.

"You know, I hate traitors the most. If I inform Tang Zhenglong today, will I sell the news to the media tomorrow?"

"..."

Morais knew that Marcelo was miserable.

******
"Woooooooooooooooooooooo, Boss, I am innocent, it was Tang Zhenglong who forced me."

"Hehe, let me ask you, if a beautiful reporter asked you to betray the team, what would you do, or what would you do?"

"..."

"Boss, it's impossible, even if you kill me, you won't betray the team."

"If a person can sell the team once, then his credit is like a piece of waste paper."

"Woooooh, Don! You killed me."

"Deduct a month's salary, do you have any comments?"

"Can I have it?"

"Of course, it will be deducted for two months."

"..."

"Boss, I have no objection."

"Okay, this is what you said yourself, don't ask the media to complain behind your back then."

"Will not!!"

Mourinho patted Marcelo on the shoulder, "I hope through this incident, you can remember that in Real Madrid, your only boss is me, not Tang Zhenglong."

(End of this chapter)