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Chapter 449 The city is full of bald dang

"Good morning, Mr. Ralph."

"It's you, Geng, good morning, ha, I haven't seen you for a long time. Did you go back to China?"

At around ten o'clock, Geng Ziyu appeared on the streets of the small town. Beside him was a young man with a large suitcase, who was the "big health care" that Fan Bizhuang had met in China.

Because the domestic newspaper office has a mission, Geng Ziyu returned to China some time ago, and after finishing the newspaper affairs, Geng Ziyu returned to the Iberian Peninsula in a hurry. Bring it here.

Geng Ziyu’s return trip this time can be said to be very fruitful. Since he has been tracking and interviewing Fan Bizhuang, "Football Home" has obtained many exclusive news that domestic newspapers do not have, which makes the sales volume of "Football Home" the highest in China It is rising steadily, and its influence among the Chinese fan groups is also growing. Even the old "Football Weekly" and "Sports Weekly" are suppressed to death by them.

In recognition of Geng Ziyu's great contribution to the newspaper, "Football Home" not only gave him a salary increase, but also granted him a considerable bonus. At the same time, his position also increased, that is, he was promoted—— —Before that, he was a correspondent stationed in Spain, and now he has the title of "European Amateur Leader" on his head.

Because he wants to follow Fan Bizhuang all the time, his base camp can only be fixed in Spain, but this name is countless times louder than before. How can a country be compared with a continent?
Geng Ziyu has a sense of surprise that he has turned himself into a serf and sang, and has since reached the pinnacle of his life.

"Follow Master Fan to eat meat!"

Geng Ziyu felt so emotional, returning to the familiar small town, breathing the air mixed with sea breeze, Geng Ziyu felt that life was so beautiful.

Of course, he hasn't forgotten that as a senior and someone who has experienced it, he has taught the assistants who follow him.

"Big health care, this is Villarreal. Ha, don't look at the small area here, but there is nothing lacking. The people in the small town are like a family. Everyone gets along well with each other and is very enthusiastic. Here , you will feel a different kind of warmth.”

"Living in such a city, Fan Ye is always in a happy mood, which is also an important reason why he can perform well on the pitch."

"Ha, I've been following Fan Ye all this time, and now I'm considered a celebrity in this small town. Everyone knows me, and no matter where I go, someone will greet me affectionately. This feeling of being watched is really amazing. Very enjoyable!"

"Warm, friendly, warm, that's what I think of people in small towns, trust me, you'll feel it soon too, you'll feel like home."

When going abroad for the first time, the health care staff felt very novel about everything around them. They looked around curiously, faced the "experience talk" of the seniors, nodded from time to time, and expressed their respect to the seniors with fiery eyes.

Sure enough, a middle-aged man on a bicycle passed by. It was Mr. Ralph, the postman of the small town. Geng Ziyu waved to him naturally, and Ralph also stopped the car and responded with a smile.

After chatting for a few words, Geng Ziyu suddenly expressed his doubts in surprise: "Mr. Ralph, your hair?"

Ralph touched his bald forehead, which was bright under the sunlight.He laughed and said, "Ha, don't look at my age, but I still have the heart of a young man. I can keep up with trends, ha, Geng, what do you think of my new look? ?”

"Uh, so... nice!"

Geng Ziyu praised "against his will", but he was complaining endlessly in his heart. There is not even a hair on his head, what kind of hairstyle is it?Isn't it just bald?Khan, Mr. Ralph, how confident are you in your appearance?Didn't you notice when you looked in the mirror that the face full of flesh and a bald head look very sinister?Haven't you been taken aback by yourself in the mirror?
Apparently, Mr. Ralph did not have such self-consciousness. He touched his bald head again with satisfaction, put his feet on the pedals of the bicycle, and prepared to leave, "Thank you for your compliment, you are very discerning, Geng. Ha, the truth On the Internet, my friends said that my new look is very good, and I am also very satisfied, haha, goodbye, Geng, have a good day."

"You too, Mr. Ralph."

Mr. Ralph left on his bicycle, and the health care worker came over and said softly: "This Mr. Ralph is indeed very enthusiastic, but Brother Geng, why can't I feel the warmth from him? He looks so scary !"

"Ahem...don't talk nonsense." Geng Ziyu cast a sidelong glance at Health Care, "Mr. Ralph may be very ordinary, but he is a very enthusiastic person, and people in the small town respect him very much. It's just... well Well, maybe it was a sudden whim on his mind, so he came up with a different...well, look!"

"Oh, that's right." The healthcare provider nodded half-understanding, then pointed to the vendors and passers-by, "What about them?"

Geng Ziyu raised his head and looked around, he was almost stunned. At a glance, all the pedestrians around him had bright bald heads, like light bulbs, shining silvery in the sunlight.

"Mr. El? Uncle Luther? Sheriff Lloyd..."

There are many familiar faces on the street, but this is not important anymore. The important thing is that no matter whether you know them or not, they all have bright foreheads. With a smug smile.

Geng Ziyu was going crazy, he hadn't been away from the small town for a long time, why did such a huge change happen here in the blink of an eye?Really... did I go to the wrong place?Isn't this actually Villarreal?Or in other words, I have traveled through time, to a country called "Baldhead Country"?

Geng Ziyu was fluttering in the wind, and Dahebao also looked blinded and horrified: "When I was in China, I heard that people in Europe and the United States are crazy and chaotic. What kind of black hands are there in the United States...dang , Italy also has mafia dang, and there are many gangsters in England and France, but I have never heard of any kongbu organization in Spain, what is this, a bald dang..."

Pedestrians laughed and greeted each other on the street, some people touched their bald heads and kept showing off, some people showed off their muscles while posing, and some even hugged and kissed each other's bald heads...

What a mess of words?
Those who knew him had already seen Geng Ziyu standing on the side of the street. Most people in the small town were no strangers to this faithful follower of "His Majesty the King", and immediately someone came over to say hello with a smile.

It's just that such a smile, coupled with a bald and bright head, is scary no matter how you look at it.

"Ha, Geng!"

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Reporter? Ha, it's been a long time!"

"I have a question for you, Geng, why do you still have hair on your head? Aren't you Fan's exclusive reporter? Don't you want to keep pace with your boss?"

"I think Mr. Laches's business is so good that he might not be able to find a place? It's okay, Geng, I have scissors here, and I can lend them to you!"

"That's right, I have scissors too, and I'm pretty good at it. Do you and your friends want to try it?"

Pedestrians laughed, and a roadside vendor took out scissors and knives and waved them at the two, looking excited.

Geng Ziyu was quite frightened, especially the sharp crossing shone with a strange brilliance under the sunlight, which gave him the illusion that his head would fall to the ground the next moment.

"Crazy! All crazy! The people in this city are all crazy!"

Without further ado, Geng Ziyu turned around, grabbed the big health care who was still in a daze, and ran away in a panic.

"Brother Geng, is this what you said the people here are very enthusiastic? Very friendly? Is this really reliable?"

"The city is full of bald men! Brother Geng, isn't this a monk country?"

The big health care kept on "complaining" while running, but the response was that Geng Ziyu yelled more helplessly than he did.

"Who the hell knows what's going on? I'm also very sad! Really, hurry up and run first, and talk about it when you find Master Fan!"

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At this moment, Fan Bizhuang had just returned to his home from the coffee shop in the small town, and he was accompanied by Cazorla, Fran and other teammates.

Ever since the game against the Celtics ended, Fan Bizhuang has completely "wronged" Cazorla. Anyway, this guy is a rich man, and he eats and drinks with him, which can be regarded as a contribution to the great cause An outstanding contribution has been made.

Of course, Fan Bizhuang is not unreasonable. He firmly believes that reciprocity is the way to make friends.So after taking a group of teammates and having a free meal of coffee and pastries, he took his teammates back to his residence.

At this time, several teammates were sitting nervously on the sofa in the living room, looking suspiciously at Nihat who was standing on the other side, and Giuseppe Rossi was sitting in front of Nihat.

"Don't worry, although it's my first time to operate a knife, Fan Ke has entrusted me with all his skills, and I have mastered all the essentials. You only need to close your eyes, wait a few minutes, and open them again , you will find that the world is extraordinarily beautiful!" Nihat held a knife in his left hand, touched his shiny bald head with his right hand, and smiled confidently, "Guys, this is a gift from Fan. Ha, enjoy yourself!"

Rossi shrugged his head, looking at the sharp knife, feeling very unconfident, or in other words, he had no confidence in Nehat's skills, he said leisurely: "Kah, you have to be careful, although I promised the first I'm going to play, but... well, please be gentle with my head."

Nihat let out a weird laugh, which made Rossi's hair stand on end for a while.

Fan Bizhuang waved his hand: "Stop talking nonsense, Kach, let's start with Giuseppe!"

"No problem, leave it to me! I have practiced countless times with watermelons in the past two days, and I guarantee that the bosses will be full of praise for my craftsmanship!"

Nihat agreed, swung the knife with his left hand, and scraped away the brown hair on Rosie's forehead.

"watermelon?"

Rossi was terribly frightened, that bastard Nehat treated his head like a watermelon.

"I'm so stupid, why did I agree to be the first to play? It's really... well, the matter has come to this point, I only hope that Kahe will be merciful!"

Sighing inwardly, Rossi closed her eyes resignedly.

　PS: I took my children outside all day today, I came back late, and I only uploaded the update now, sorry!
　　
　
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