Chapter 126 1 Red Ear

Zhuo Yang crossed his arms across his chest, leaning on Fatty's big boss' desk and looking at Balotelli, the largest perpetual motion machine in the office. At first, he was watching him with great interest, but now the flesh on the corners of his mouth and cheeks began to tremble involuntarily.

"...Ethics is ethics and principles. I don't intend to take anyone's turn - hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Zhuoyang, what are you doing?"

Zhuoyang stretched out his hand and grabbed Balotelli's ear, turned it half a circle counterclockwise, and then lifted it up with his arms, Balotelli's toes touched the ground.

"You little bastard, you're really annoying me. If you push me any further, I'll rip your ears off!"

Balotelli grinned in pain, and except for the ear, the rest of his facial features were trying their best to move together.

"Zhuoyang, let me go. Let me go quickly. Do you hear me? Ouch~ Ouch~ ah~, I know you are awesome. I am also a person who has practiced Ouch~ Baguazhang. If you grab me again and fight back, let go quickly. Ouch~ Yoyo~ I really fought back..."

Zhuoyang added a little more strength to his arm.

"...It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. If you have something to say, it hurts, please be gentle..."

"You just have too much energy for the whole day. You are so exhausted that you have nothing to do. There is a gym down there. Let's go and see how I train you on those machines today. You will come back later. If you can still talk so much, I admire you."

With that said, Zhuo Yang grabbed Balotelli's ear and walked out.

"Go ahead. Can you loosen your ears first? I'll go with you, okay? Ouch, brother Zhuo, brother Zhuo, loosen your ears some more, your ears are about to fall off..."

"Shut up!" Raising his arm another half inch, Balotelli couldn't even shout now and could only gasp desperately. “Hiss~~~”

Zhuo Yang swaggered like this and carried the middle school boy through the halls of the Plaza Milo building. Balotelli stretched his neck and tilted his head, stood up on his toes, and walked forward on the ground, like a ballet. The disabled black swan.

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Milo Raiola was sitting on the sofa in his big office reading today's newspaper. Zhuoyang and Balotelli were not there, and he didn't bother to ask where they were. Zhuoyang didn't need to worry, he was already very different from the stupid Qing when they first met. As for Balotelli, the middle-aged boy who makes everyone feel as big as an ox, Raiola always feels that Zhuoyang is Balotelli's nemesis for no reason.

Zhuo Yang was able to successfully defend the European goal scoring title, which made Fatty very proud. To be honest, this year's four or five candidates, including Zhuo Yang, are all similar, each with their own advantages. No one can dominate. Everyone who was selected was justified, but none of them could convince others. . Zhuo Yang won a gold ball and a bronze medal, making Fatty very satisfied with his combined vertical and horizontal operations.

Each component of football has its own circle. Raiola's success has made him famous in the agent circle, and he is vaguely considered to be the leader of European agents. Not only are the big-time brokers who were stuck in England now much more polite when talking to Fatty, but Mendes, who is all-powerful in Spain and Portugal, also took the initiative to extend an olive branch, hoping to strengthen cooperation with Fatty.

Herho Mendes has risen very quickly. He has only been around for four or five years, and he is already able to compete with Figel in La Liga and the Portuguese Super League. It is very important for Raiola to have in-depth cooperation with Mendes in football.

In the past few years, Raiola's main business was located in Italy, the Netherlands, France and Eastern Europe, with Italy being his home base. The only way to open the closed Iron Curtain in German football was after signing the Six Musketeers. A few years later, Fatty not only continued to consolidate this existing position, but also gained considerable say in Germany. However, although England and Spain have also reached out, their forces in those two places are still very weak in comparison.

Ligue 1 has now become a processing factory for blood transfusions for other major leagues. Although the Bundesliga is better, the strict financial system there restricts the excessive prosperity of the football market. Although Serie A still seems to be at the top competitively,

But everyone in the industry can clearly see the decline, and it has already been reflected in the market. In the near future, Italy will soon lose this aspect of beauty.

Everyone knows that today only the Premier League and La Liga are the most dynamic places for football, and they are filled with all kinds of hot money. Whoever can get a share of the pie will be the winner in the future.

In Serie A, Raiola can rely on his strong foundation to force Figel to cooperate with him, but in La Liga, there is a huge gap in strength between himself and Figel. Cooperation is based on mutual benefit between both parties, and to maintain this foundation, equality of strength between both parties is essential.

When sleepiness meets a pillow, the olive branch extended by Mendes is exactly what Raiola needs. Mendes is a smart man. No one's appetite is big enough to swallow such a big market. Eating alone would be overwhelming. Figel made this mistake in his early years, which is why he ended up in the situation of being revolted and expelled everywhere in Europe. Now he is starting to make up for it. Cooperating with new big players such as Raiola, he is A right move back into business.

Milo Raiola stared at the newspaper, but his mind was racing with thoughts. At this time, Zhuoyang came back, followed by Balotelli.

Zhuo Yang put his hands in his trouser pockets, and his dark brown lambskin jacket was casually sandwiched between his arms and body, a little carelessly. Balotelli was as wilted as an eggplant beaten by frost, and the fatigue could be seen on his face. The mohawk-style cockscomb on the top of his head no longer stood upright, but now drooped on the top of his forehead, like a big chrysanthemum falling on the beach.

"Haha, you are back. Mario, it would be beneficial to listen more to your brother Zhuo Yang's life principles. Your brother Zhuo Yang has crossed more bridges than you have walked."

Zhuo Yang threw his coat on the back of the sofa, sat down and crossed his legs comfortably. When Balotelli saw Raiola, he was filled with grievances. His eyes suddenly turned red and tears barely fell.

"Uncle Milo..." The words of complaint stopped abruptly before he could say anything, because Balotelli saw Zhuo Yang rubbing his fingers as if nothing had happened.

Balotelli suffered a serious crime during these two hours. He was forced by Zhuo Yang to hum on various training equipment without taking a minute's rest. If he was not satisfied, he immediately twisted his ears to serve him. Now he saw Zhuo Yang's Two fingers, like a child seeing a dentist's pliers, already has a psychological shadow.

At this time, the fat man also discovered the abnormality of Balotelli's ears. The one on the right side was obviously much larger than the other side, and it did not fit back along the shape of his head. It was stretched horizontally like an old-fashioned military radar, and it was still bright red. of.

"Hey, Mario, what's wrong with your ears? Why are you so creative?"

A feeling of desolation filled Balotelli's heart: "Uncle Milo..."

"Cough, cough..." Zhuoyang suddenly felt uncomfortable in his throat and coughed twice, then rubbed his fingers and put them under his nose to smell.

"...My ears are fine, nothing is wrong. Brother Zhuoyang taught a lot of truths, which benefited me a lot. Okay, I'm done." Balotelli spoke concisely and to the point.

Raiola looked at Balotelli very suspiciously, then at his ears, and then at Zhuoyang who closed his eyes to rest.

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