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Mendez's voice sounded a little weird: "Do you have a computer with you?"

Carl opened the notebook: "Yes, what's the matter?"

"I want to mail you something, but you have to promise me that you won't be angry after reading it."

"What?" Carl asked suspiciously.

Mendes seldom hesitated: "This, uh, I can't explain it clearly on the phone, so you should look it up yourself."

After 1 minute, the computer prompts Carl: You have received a new email.

Carl clicked on the email and found that the content was blank, with only a short sentence and an attachment in the title. A bad feeling gradually rose in his heart, and he clicked the attachment to download it.

Unzip it, and what appears on the interface is a folder, and the name of the folder is—Carl Alston Wet Body Special? !

Carl stared at the computer screen for a full minute, and immediately called Mendez back: "What did you send me? Where did you get it?"

Mendes' voice sounded very cautious: "Have you opened the file package?"

"……not yet."

"You read it before you talk."

Carl held the phone in his left hand and opened the file folder with his right. Then, he saw about sixty digital photos, all of whom were the protagonists without exception—it was obviously taken on the opening day of the Oktoberfest, because he was in the photos. Wearing the traditional Bavarian costume, and the upper body is completely soaked.

Every picture is very high-definition, about ten normal photos, full-body photos of him interacting with fans, close-ups of expressions, smiles, frowns, autographs, group photos, etc.

Twenty or so photos of a wet body, a veritable wet body: his surprised expression when he was soaked in beer, the frown when he looked down at his shirt, close-ups of golden liquid flowing down his neck into the neckline, and translucent The light blue shirt fits snugly across the chest and so on.

The rest... Carl only needs to look at the photo to know that he has been secretly photographed while changing clothes.

There are [-] photos of changing clothes. The angles are very strange. It seems that they were taken from the bottom up. Every movement of Karl's undressing is not missed, and the details are extremely detailed.

There are also five photos of him topless, and the camera seems to be zoomed in very close, because Carl can see the hair on his own arm clearly.

Five more, god, close-ups of the ass.It was probably taken while he was bending over to untie his shoelaces. His body was bent down, his hips were raised high, his leggings were tight, and all the lines were clearly visible. No wonder he felt weird in the clothing store. It turned out that he was secretly photographed.

So that girl...

"God." Carl turned off the image, and rubbed his fingers between his eyebrows: "These photos..."

"It was secretly filmed."

"Of course I know it's a sneak shot! The point is, who took these shots? How did you get them?" Carl suddenly thought of a possibility: "You don't want to tell me that these have been discovered by the media and are about to be published. Come out?!" Carl felt like a stone was in his stomach when he thought that his half-naked photos would be seen by the whole world.

"No, not a reporter, and that's what I'm going to tell you next." After a few seconds of silence, Mendes said, "I found these photos from eBay."

"what?!"

"Two days ago, my secretary found this on the Internet. It was on the list of best-selling products. It was priced at tens of euros, and it was marked as an electronic file image. It actually sold hundreds of copies in just one week! My secretary bought a copy out of curiosity, and then I found out, uh, your portrait rights have been severely violated."

How many copies?Carl was so shocked by the number that he was speechless.

"When I found out about this, I immediately consulted a lawyer and found the seller. The seller is a few young people, very young and ignorant. They frankly said that they deliberately poured beer on you and then found a place for you to change clothes. , who took the opportunity to take those... illegal photos, after I threatened to sue them in court, they got scared and started to argue that they were just trying to make extra money, that they could destroy their files and stop this, and I can compensate you with all their income—I won’t be satisfied with just such a small amount of money, Carl, these young people’s families are all good, and I’m going to let you get some spiritual compensation.” Mendes briefly With a smile, he lowered his volume and said, "However, the bad news is..."

"The bad news is that those photos that are sold can never be tracked back."

"That's right." Mendes' tone was very upset: "They have been scattered all over the world. As far as I know, there are buyers all over Europe, the United States, Canada, Australia and Asia. Thank God there is nothing in it Shameful things, otherwise I will definitely have a headache and can't sleep now."

"Nothing shameful?" Carl's voice was a little reproachful: "Jorge, it's not you who was photographed secretly! And those photos are enough to embarrass me, I have never dressed so little in public .”

For Carl's accusation, Mendes didn't take it seriously. "It's only half naked, Carl, and it's no big deal to show the world your good figure-look at how well these photos are taken! The exposure is just right, and the advantages of your body are also great." It's all on display, to be honest, I've always seen you wrapping yourself up so tightly, I thought you'd have some crazy tattoos on your body, but this white and naked look, tsk tsk..."

"Jorge Mendes!"

"Okay okay, don't be angry, I won't mention this. Another problem is the journalists. Although so far, I have not received any news from any media that wants to expose these photos, but they are all over the world. Well, sooner or later it will be discovered by the reporters, so—”

"So you will find the media to expose this matter first?" Carl asked sharply.

"You have to know that you are a fat sheep in the eyes of many sports reporters, Carl. If any unscrupulous reporter gets these photos, he does not know the true source of the photos. In order to increase the sales of the newspaper, he will only select the most exposed ones. A few pictures with some provocative headlines and remarks, this will be a great damage to your reputation. "Auston broke out in pornographic photos?" or "Auston changed clothes and was secretly photographed by unscrupulous people?" It's all up to whoever publishes them first, and I understand the media industry, first hand information is the most influential, we have to control public opinion in our hands - if you don't like it, I will tell them in the point The parts are mosaiced."

"...put a mosaic on my face."

Mendes laughed. "That's a good joke. Then, let's share some good news."

Carl reclined in his chair: "For me now, it's really good news that those damn pictures are all burned."

"Don't worry, you will also be very happy to hear the news." Mendes didn't continue to keep it secret: "Thorntons' two-year endorsement contract, 60 pounds, only needs to shoot an advertisement and some print photos."

Carl is very familiar with the Thorntons brand, a local chocolate brand in the UK, which is a household name.But what makes Carl feel emotional is: "The endorsement fee is more than my annual salary."

"Otherwise, why do you think I insisted on all your portrait rights during the contract renewal negotiations?" Mendes said with a smile: "Your face is a tool for making money, and believe me, with this good start, in the future The endorsements will continue to flow.”

In any case, the good news comforted Carl's heart, and he chatted with Mendez for a few more words before hanging up the phone.

But on the other end of the phone, Mendes hesitated for a long time, and decided not to tell Carl the details of the shooting proposed by the manufacturer for the time being, otherwise the guy who is extremely concerned about his image will probably refuse the visa again, so, without telling him... ...at least until the contract is signed.

……

Schalke 04 head coach Oliver Reck made an unexpected discovery today - Karl Alston's eyes change color.

At the press conference for the eighth round of the Bundesliga in the 05-06 season, when the coach of Munich 8 just walked in, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looked very happy, and the color of his eyes was a A sea-like blue.

At least from Lake's angle, it is a very transparent and clear blue.

Lake shook hands with Alston, and started chatting with him. This was a pre-match press conference. Of course, Lake would not ask stupid questions like tactics and starters. They were talking about Lambert Cole Hey, Lake is a goalkeeper. He is very interested in this talented goalkeeper who has recently emerged in the Bundesliga.I am also extremely curious about how Munich 1860 picked up this treasure.

The atmosphere in the venue was always pleasant, until a reporter from the "Munich Daily" asked a question: "Mr. Alston, the Spanish and British media have recently released some pornographic photos of you. Regarding the origin and leak of these photos, do you have any information? What do you think?"

The hall became quiet in an instant, and Lake noticed that many reporters exchanged clear glances with each other. Obviously, they all knew about these photos, but they were just waiting for the first person to ask. Of course, these Lake also knows the photos, which have been the focus of major European media recently, but Lake thinks Karl Oston is very pitiful, just like what "Bild" said: "An upright, decent and innocent Bundesliga coach Just because of some despicable sneak shots, he fell into a huge whirlpool of public opinion. Now people no longer pay attention to his coaching performance and how his players are, but talk about his appearance and figure, and even shamelessly expect a bigger scale Photos leaked out...Auston, what did he do wrong? He's just too good looking."

For a moment, Lake thought that Karl Oston was absolutely irritated, because he could see that the other person's eyes had changed from a pleasant sea blue to a deep gray blue, Oston would get up angrily and leave ?Or angrily reprimand the reporter?

Oh, to Lake's surprise, since the coach of 1860 Munich didn't turn around and leave the press conference, and didn't respond angrily, he just asked back in a voice without a trace of emotion: "Please explain the word 'Pornographic' the meaning of."

The reporter of "Munich Daily" was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Uh, pornographic photos mean..." He originally wanted to answer the word "nude photos" directly, because the standard answer to pornographic photos in general is nude photos, but he immediately Finding that those photos of Auston are not the standard of nude photos, so he secretly changed the concept: "It refers to photos with a relatively large scale."

"Then this..." Carl glanced at the other party's work ID: "Mr. Huck, have you gone abroad with your wife or girlfriend for vacation this year?"

"Uh, yes, I went to Bali for vacation with my wife." The reporter was confused: "But I don't understand, what are you asking about—"

"Have you taken pictures at the beach?"

"of course."

"Pictures of you in just swimming trunks and your wife in just a bikini? And you proudly post them on Facebook when you get back from vacation?"

There were some snickers suddenly in the venue, but anyone with a quick mind realized what Karl Oston’s purpose was for asking these words. Some media reporters who were at odds with the "Munich Daily" were happy to see Peers make a fool of themselves.

And the reporter named Huck also realized that he had slipped into a trap. He stood there with a stiff face, shut his mouth tightly and refused to answer.

"Although Mr. Huck refused to answer, I think your expression has told me the answer." Carl held his hands with interest, leaned forward, and asked with a very curious and innocent expression: "According to Can I understand what Mr. Harker said just now—you and your wife took a bunch of pornographic photos during your vacation this year? Because obviously, you who only wear swimsuits show more than I do.”

There was a burst of laughter in the venue, and the reporters, photographers, and even the staff were all laughing.

"You are playing with words, Mr. Alston!" The reporter Huck blushed, his expression was very angry: "I am the interviewer, you are the interviewee, I should ask you questions, and It's not that you have been chasing after me to ask!"

"Yes, that's right." Carl nodded bluntly: "So when I asked you a question back, Mr. Huck, you have the right to refuse to answer. Why didn't you refuse just now?"

Huck was already in a state of desperation, he clenched the press card on his chest, and suddenly asked sharply: "I don't want to talk about any topic that has nothing to do with my work, Mr. Alston, please answer my question, those photos—— "

"I don't want to answer any questions that have nothing to do with my work, Mr. Harker." Carl interrupted the other party with a smile: "Have you prepared any questions related to the game?"

Huck stood there angrily.

"Since you have no questions to ask, why don't you give the opportunity to others." Carl nodded and selected another reporter.

"I'm from The Sun, er, may I—" The reporter scratched his head, and there was a momentary pause.

Lake looked at Carl Oston, and he noticed that the other person's eyes had turned into a pure gray at the moment—or a cold gray, and Lake thought this look was very threatening.

The "Sun" reporter finally picked a game-related, safety issue.

The reporters have all realized at this moment that instead of inquiring about news from this thorny leader, and being ridiculed in the end, it is better to find the people who took those photos. These original photographers must have Know more inside information, and, maybe those people still have undisclosed inventory in their hands?

……

What happened in the pre-match press conference quickly spread to the locker room, and the players talked about it: "Obviously, the boss is really angry this time."

Yankel scratched his head: "Actually, I don't quite understand why the boss is unhappy. Those photos are actually not a big deal, are they?"

"Hey, do you think you are the boss? After the game, you often take off your jersey and put it on your shoulders at the stadium. Our boss is usually not willing to unbutton an extra button, but this time he was photographed taking off his clothes. , can he not be angry?"

Someone asked in a low voice: "Has any of you seen the whole set? I mean, there are only a few photos published in the newspaper. Didn't you say that there are more than 60 photos in total?"

Everyone shook their heads: "No."

"have not seen."

"The eBay link has been deleted a long time ago, and I heard that the person who took the sneak shot has also been prosecuted. We couldn't find it even though we were looking for it."

Almost the entire locker room was involved in the discussion, except for Koch, who was cleaning his locker, and Portillo, who sat in the corner.

After Koch changed his jersey, he noticed that Portillo was fidgeting a little, walked over and asked, "Javier, your expression looks a little wrong, what's wrong?"

Portillo glanced at him with some hesitation.

Koch sat beside him and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Portillo lowered his voice very low, hesitantly said: "Actually, uh, I have those..."

Koch didn't understand at first: "Those what?"

Portillo casts a glance at the other teammates.

Koch immediately understood: "Javier you!" He screamed, and immediately whispered in the other's terrified expression: "How do you have those photos?!"

"It was transferred from an eBay buyer at a high price, and it cost 150 euros." Portillo said hesitantly, "but almost as soon as I bought it, I regretted it. I was worried that the boss would be unhappy if he knew about it..."

'As long as you don't say it, how will the boss know that you have it?But now your secret is out, because you just told me. ' Koch thought so, but said: "You are right, the boss regards this as a scandal, and he really doesn't like us discussing these photos, let alone owning them."

"So what do I do?" Portillo said. "Confess to the boss?"

Koch cast a helpless look at him: "It's not a wise choice to surrender, Javier, just pretend that this never happened."

"But, what about the photos..." Portillo stretched out his hand that had been stuffed in his pocket, and pointed at Koch. There was a USB flash drive inside.

"I think you should destroy them." Koch coughed: "So, are there any photos in it, I mean, content that the boss doesn't like?"

Portillo shook his head honestly: "No, it's actually similar to the ones published in newspapers, only more complete and high-definition. Actually..." The Spanish people stuttered: "Actually, I, I think taking pictures The people are so skilled that these pictures look like commercials."

Koch smiled at him: "I see you haven't even changed your jersey yet, go change your clothes, give me the USB drive, and I'll help you destroy it? Then you pretend you never bought this thing."

Portillo stuffed the USB drive into Koch's hand, heaved a sigh of relief, and his expression became much more relaxed.He stood up and quickly changed into a pair, then nodded to Koch and walked out of the locker room to warm up.

When Koch waited until he was the only one left in the locker room, he stood up, opened his closet, and stuffed the USB drive into the interlayer of the sports bag.

When he was about to walk out of the dressing room, he thought about it, turned around again, and locked the wardrobe door.