Golden Greenery

Philip Ram regretted that he should not have followed Zhuoyang here. He felt very uncomfortable watching the Madibao people drinking and celebrating.

The German Cup final was held in Berlin, and the game ended a little late. Both Madiburg and Bayern Munich had to stay in Berlin for one night before returning. Director Hassler is from Berlin, and he is the local leader here. Brother Dwarf Tiger found a niche and serious nightclub for everyone, and everyone came here to book out the venue to celebrate the championship. It's serious because there's no crap here, just wine, music and girls in bikinis.

Unable to resist Zhuoyang's various invitations, Ram also came over to get together with old friends, and the little pig Bastian Schweinsteiger was naturally there. Also called by them were Santa Cruz, Oter, Lensing, Glitz, Lyle and Felstner, all young players from Bayern. Balak declined Zhuo Yang's invitation because he couldn't let go of his face to hold flowers from other people's homes.

As for Kahn, Zhuoyang didn't have the nerve to call, and he would definitely not come if he called, so why bother.

Seeing that his teammates were really making trouble, Zhuo Yang and Gomez went to the private room with Ram and Piggy. Gomez and Ram drank wine and discussed the Loch Ness Monster, and Piggy secretly asked He learned about Zhuo Yang’s transfer.

He is leaving Fort Madi this summer. As good brothers and all contracted players under Fatty, the five brothers naturally knew it from the beginning, and they all knew that Zhuoyang's whereabouts were already aimed at Italy. The brothers knew the reasons and details well. If this were not the case, they would have to fight to get Zhuo Yang to go to their place.

They are all sensible people and naturally know the tricks and strategies involved, so these brothers will not explain to their clubs: Stop arguing, Zhuoyang is using us as a cover. The huge interests of Zhuo Yang and Raiola are involved. Since Zhuo Yang does not hide himself, of course everyone will strictly abide by the bottom line.

The five brothers are now firmly established in their respective clubs, and they are all determined to represent their respective countries in the World Cup in the summer, especially the butcher De Jong, who has even confirmed the main lineup. Scar Ribery is half a length ahead of Barcelona winger Giuly. He said that he has not scored many goals recently because he is in a state of stress for the World Cup.

The second brother Montolivo is facing competition from Camoranesi and Perrotta. There is no problem of his grandfather not being the main player. He has a different style from the others and just takes turns to fight according to the needs of his opponents. It's hard to say for Piggy, as Klinsmann has not yet decided whether to use him as a full-back or a midfielder, but his reuse is certain.

The four people sometimes discussed together in the private room, sometimes whispering separately.

"Mr. Beckenbauer called me yesterday. You know, I don't have to worry about next season," Xiaozhu said.

"I know, he told me too."

"He also asked me to convince you to join Bayern Munich. Do you know this? How do you think I should reply to him?"

"Sixty million transfer fee, eight million annual salary. Just tell him that."

"..." Xiaozhu rolled his eyes. "Have you never seen the money? It's strange that he can trust this excuse."

"Hey, I told you, Inter Milan offered this price. Mr. Moratti said it himself."

"Fuck!" Xiaozhu believed it. "Then... what if Mr. Beckenbauer bites the bullet and actually takes it out?"

Zhuo Yang smiled contemptuously: "I'll tell you, if he really..."

The door of the room was knocked open with a bang. Rock Dras hugged two girls in leopard print bikinis, and his mouth almost reached the girl's waist.

"Ouch, I'm sorry, I thought there was no one here. Please talk slowly, talk slowly..."

Four people: "..."

"Who said we Germans don't eat animal offal? Let me tell you, haggis sausage is a specialty of Bavaria. You can't even wait in long queues to get it during the New Year and festivals," said Lahm.

Xiaozhu: "Yes, yes! I have a relative who works in a meat factory. The daily production of haggis sausages is calculated by tons, you know."

"Yes, who said we only eat foie gras." Gomez agreed. "When I was in school..."

There was a 'clang' sound and the door was knocked open.

A tough girl in a hot red bikini with a big waist and a round waist hugged the short-legged tiger Hassler. The girl's mouth licked her brother's face with saliva.

"Ouch, I'm sorry, I thought there was no one here. Please talk slowly, talk slowly..."

Four people: "..."

Xiaozhu hung up the phone and looked at Zhuoyang blankly. "What a damn genius! It's from Mr. Beckenbauer. Magath...get out of class is over."

Magath went to take pictures of the table for Beckenbauer, and he folded his arms and waited quietly for him to finish. "Felix, the board of directors has decided, we hope you will resign."

"Why? What's wrong is that they are not me. I am a double-championship coach. I have sweated for Bayern and I have bled for the team. You can't do this to me!" Magath continued to pound the table.

"We can do this to you. I think you can understand that we cannot replace all the players for you. Felix, if you can take the initiative to resign now, you will gain the friendship of Bayern Munich and a letter full of gratitude and gratitude to you." Highly rated press release." Beckenbauer pushed up his glasses: "Otherwise, we will forcibly terminate the contract and announce to the outside world that you are ostracized and boycotted by all players."

"Now, the choice is yours."

"Okay, I... resign." Felix Magath gritted his teeth: "You will regret it. One day I will take revenge, on the court."

"Thanks, we look forward to that day. Good luck, Felix."

"Mr. Beckenbauer said that he fulfilled his promise, and it's your turn next." Xiaozhu asked Zhuoyang. "He asked me to ask you."

"It's okay, it's okay. Just answer him after a while, sixty to eight million, that's all."

"I don't think it's appropriate for you to lie to Mr. Beckenbauer like this."

"Did I lie? Did I promise to go to Bayern? Priority will be given to equal conditions..."

‘Bang’, the door was knocked open, and Puffy David Lewis barged in.

"No, no, no, it's too lewd outside, I can't stand it anymore. Brother Zhuo, I'll come in and hide..."

Four people: "..."

"Brazil, there is a high probability that Brazil, Germany and Brazil will enter the finals." Lahm was very confident in his analysis.

"I heard from Uncle Scumbag that Brazil has basically no chance this time. They are just trying to bluff people." Gomez, the troll, disagreed. "Pengpeng, I'm sorry, it's really Uncle Zha who said that."

"Brother troll, what's the point? We're just chatting and having fun." Pengpeng continued: "I think it should be Brazil and France." It's really not revenge for not taking a fancy to Germany...

"How is Italy?" Zhuo Yang asked.

Ram, Gomez, Pengpeng: "Keep them down, we lost to South Korea last time. If we can reach the quarterfinals, I lose!"

"This thing is hard to say, you know. After World War II, the Italians rose up every six years, which is very accurate. By the end of the year, they will be at least the top four, and the World Cup and European Cup will take turns." Xiaozhu showed off his fatalism and regular logic. "The last time was the runner-up in the European Cup in 2000, and this year it's exactly six..."

‘Bang’, the head manager of the nightclub in a suit opened the door with a friendly and humble smile on his face.

"Brother, do you want to know the new South American girl in the store?"

Five people: "Get out!!"