Handsome position is not easy

Chapter 18
Pierre Salvador is a little confused now. He called Paul Mensa after disembarking. He wanted to confirm whether the address of the Alcochete base had changed, but he was told that someone would come to pick him up at the square near the pier. .

After only waiting for about 10 minutes, a black Mercedes-Benz slowly stopped in front of Pierre. Amidst the slight hum of the motor, the window of the right front door was lowered.

The silver-gray-haired old butler looked at him and asked politely in a low voice, "Is this Mr. Pierre Salvadore?"

Pierre was a little shocked. Just now he thought that this luxury car just happened to be parked next to him. Now he just wonders if the people from the Sporting Club of Lisbon are out of their minds. A fisherman even sent a Mercedes...

"Ah, I'm Pierre, um, are you the one that the supervisor said on the phone just now to pick me up? Did you make a mistake?"

The old butler smiled and shook his head, opened the car door and stood sideways. After bowing slightly, he opened the back door on the right and asked Pierre to get in the car. His white-gloved hand was still covering the upper frame to prevent him from meeting him.

"Mr. Salvaldo, please get in the car. I'll take the luggage." The old butler reminded Pierre, who was in a daze as he picked up the bag.

Pierre was a little flattered, and hurriedly agreed: "Okay, thank you, thank you, I really trouble you."

The old butler Alex opened the trunk, and when he was about to put two large bags in, suddenly he frowned and lowered his head to sniff the luggage bag on the right. After smelling a strong salty smell unique to dried fish, he His expression was a bit complicated, but he quickly carried the bag into the trunk and put it away.

Pierre in the car felt very uneasy. The luxury decorations of mahogany and leather were a little far away from the world he lived in, and he didn't dare to touch any of the complicated buttons on the door panels. The perfect sound insulation effect made the car extremely quiet, and he swallowed. Swallowing saliva, even the sound of swallowing was suppressed to a minimum.

I often sit in the blue car of the captain. How can I feel this way? Everyone puts their feet on the front seat as soon as they get up, and then scolds the bearded man, and then retaliates with him. Fashionable swear words.

A few people squeezed into the small car and lit cigarettes together. After a while of puffing, the captain couldn't even see the road if the car windows were not fully opened. Opening the windows made his ears hurt. According to the words of the bearded man , he can't wait to put the soles of his shoes on the faces of his brothers and let everyone suck them up.

But the two people in front were too serious, they kept silent, even less dared to speak.

Thinking of this, Pierre touched the leather seat that was so soft that he almost sank into it, and suddenly felt that even a little bit of embarrassment could be tolerated.

After the old butler ordered the driver to drive, he kept staring at his gloves. The handles of the two rather inferior luggage bags were covered with sweat stains and dry brown unknown substances. God knows if it was fish blood or something.Thinking of having to carry the bag again when getting out of the car, old Alex tried hard to suppress the idea of ​​changing a pair of gloves now.

He turned his head slightly, looked at the cautious look of the Madeira fisherman, and remembered what Master Luigi said, so he said very respectfully:

"Mr. Salvaldo, the console on the right-hand side can adjust the seat, there is also an ashtray and a cigarette lighter, and there are cigars in the armrest storage box on the left, you can take them at will...

There are a lot of cars on the way back to the city, it may be a little slower than when you came, and it will take about four to 10 minutes.If you have other needs, please feel free to ask. "

Pierre was not used to this way of speaking, so he just nodded vigorously to show that he understood.He didn't touch any cigars in the storage box. He heard the captain say that those things can't even pass the lungs, so what kind of tobacco product is it?
Pierre took out from his pocket the red box of L&M that the beard had stuffed into himself when he was about to leave. He wanted to give one to the old housekeeper, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was inappropriate, so he stuffed it into his mouth. .

He fiddled with it for a long time, and although he was a little clumsy, he still managed to get the cigarette lighter for the electric heating wire. When he exhaled the first puff of smoke, the old butler pressed the button on the center console at the right time with relief. Turn up and start ventilating.

Pierre was taken aback when the sunroof was opened. Seeing the smoke flying out of the car quickly, he thought it was miraculous. When he was about to go back, he put a scoop on the captain’s car, so that he could smoke in the car again in winter. But it is much more convenient.

……

After the car parked in the garage of Villa Lasfera, the old butler gently woke up Pierre who was already asleep, and stood aside with his hands tied waiting.

Pierre squinted his eyes and stretched, patted the back seat with some reluctance before getting out of the car, and said, "Your car is so comfortable, haha, I couldn't help falling asleep. Here is Alcochet base? It doesn’t look like it, didn’t it change location?”

Alex smiled and told the maid beside him, "Miona, take Mr. Salvador to the study, the master is waiting."

"Wait, wait, what? Sir? Isn't a director named Paul Mensa wanting to see me? Who are you?"

The old butler turned around and bowed slightly: "Mr. Salvador, please be calm. This is the Resfera Villa of the Seymodo family. It is the owner's intention that old Alex invite you here this time. Master Luigi needs to communicate with you about something, I am not very clear about the specifics, you can just go with Miona."

Pierre scratched his hair, he didn't remember knowing anyone with the surname Semodo in Lisbon, but looking at this sincere old Alex, he didn't look like a liar, he wouldn't want to take the little money in his pocket Well, besides, even if it's a lie, it's too expensive to use the car behind.

The old butler lowered his bowed waist and made a gesture of invitation again. Pierre felt embarrassed, and nodded to the maid over there and followed.

Watching them walk away, Alex straightened up, opened the trunk of the Mercedes-Benz, and when he carried two large bags to the luggage cart, he smelled the smell again, so he stuck his head into the trunk and carefully After sniffing, he sighed helplessly, took out a bottle of perfume from his pocket, and sprayed it four or five times before giving up.

"Old Alex, this bumpkin is Salvadore's father? Smelling the garage will not affect the recovery of my nose."

A figure circled behind the pillars of the garage, it was Davlar wearing a protective gear on his nose, he fanned the air with his hands, and said angrily.

The old butler bowed his head and said, "Young master, please don't get too involved in this matter. The master has ordered that you will be personally dealt with the matter of your injury this time. After all, you also know that the club chairman Sosasin Tera's term of office is coming up soon. Even if the master does not run for election this time, he still needs to expand his support in the board of directors. After this matter is settled, the friendship between the master and the Alcochet base will be deeper. Something else, I'm afraid the master will be angry."

Davral suddenly became angry when he heard it, kicked over the iron bucket next to him, and said to old Alex: "Something went wrong, I think it was Paul Mensa who made the mistake, What the third uncle said back then, he didn’t take it to heart? Look at his assistant coach Cesar’s club, he ran over after I was injured for a long time. The bridge of the nose?"

The old butler bowed even lower.

……

In the study, Luigi closed his eyes and rested his mind. The gossip and prevarication in the board meeting this morning consumed a lot of his energy.Everyone understands that Sosa Sintra is sitting in that seat, and it is very difficult to pull him down.

Sintra maintains a good relationship with several major local fan groups in Lisbon, and was born in the leadership of the Alcochete base.

The chairman is not the head coach, and he can pay liquidated damages to replace him if his grades are not good. Luigi's funds and connections are no worse than him, and he is also very popular in the board of directors, but he is just a little bit worse.

Someone reminded me last time that I am a little younger, and my son is playing football in the club's youth training. This is a deduction item, and it is best to stay dormant for a few more years.

These bastards are the ones who suggested that Duffy join the Sporting Lisbon youth academy, and now they are talking about this...

There was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Salvatore is here, sir. Shall I invite him in now?"

Luigi's slowly opened eyes were illuminated by the golden light shining on the glass, as if flames were flowing in the pupils, and from the deep-set eye sockets, there seemed to be a falcon-like gaze piercing out.

"Let him in."

As soon as Pierre entered the main building, he was overwhelmed by the huge space and extravagant layout, and he seemed uneasy. When he stepped into the study, Luigi had already adapted to the lighting, and the breathtaking aura naturally subsided. went back.

"Mr. Salvador? Please sit down, I'm Luigi Semodo, you can call me Louis directly." He waved his hand gently, motioning Pierre to sit down.

"Uh, Mr. Semodo, I'm really sorry, I'm a rough person, so I just asked some questions directly. I heard that my son Pedeno got into trouble at school, and the director of Mensa asked me to come here. I don't know if you are doing it just for this?"

Luigi was not surprised by Pierre's directness, nor did he mind the vulgar slang mixed in his words. He smiled and said: "There is indeed a reason for this. It seems that Paul Mensa didn't explain it clearly to you. Your son is in Albania. The Cochet base committed some violent acts, and the impact was very bad, and the dog suffered some injuries because of it, but the child, the bones are brittle, and the nose is slightly broken."

After hearing this, Pierre's expression became very gloomy. After thinking for a moment, he said: "Mr. Semodo, although you said it easily, I understand the seriousness of the matter. A nose injury is very painful. I have to First, I apologize to you and your son. Pednio lacked discipline since he was a child. This is all my fault. It is also wrong to hit someone. I should pay for it..."

He took out a newspaper bag from his coat pocket, gently unfolded it and placed it on the desk, stood up and bowed vigorously, saying:

"Here is [-] escudos, I... I know it is definitely not enough, I just hope you can give me some time to raise, and, I know this is difficult for people to accept, can you be merciful and don't give Pedney There is such a record in Ao's file, that kid loves football very much, and with this kind of violent record, he will be rejected by many schools..."

Luigi shook his head and said to him: "Dear Pierre, you misunderstood, I didn't mean to ask you to compensate the dog's medical expenses. However, since you mentioned the file, as you said, I am also very upset. I would like a child's football career to be ruined by such a trivial matter. Take the money back and buy something for the child to eat..."

Pierre, who had already prepared for the worst, began to thank him in a hurry when he heard these words, but was interrupted by Luigi.

"But I also have a condition. I hope that you can ask your son to do a good review at the youth training base and explain this matter. Of course, someone will give you a manuscript to tell you how to explain it." He smiled confidently , put his hands together and crossed together, "No matter what, the son will definitely not be able to stay at the Alcochete base. In return, I will personally write to the acquaintances of the Maritimo team and let their youth training accept Little Ped. I will also help to pay the tuition and miscellaneous fees in one lump sum as a farewell gift. You should know that Maritimo is the best team in Madeira..."

Pierre stood up in a mixture of surprise and joy, and took Luigi's smilingly extended hand.

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