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? On the evening of the next day, outside a big hotel in Manchester, there was a lot of traffic,
Today is a special day for Manchester, because this day is Sir Alex's birthday, which is a very meaningful day for every Red Devils fan.
In the league some time ago, Trafford fans specially prepared a tifo birthday for the old Jazz.
In a portrait of a character, the old jazz wears a crown, which fully demonstrates his status in Trafford.
And today, the old jazz invited friends from all over the world to gather together for an internal birthday party.
The reporters surrounded the hotel. Since there was no invitation, they had no way to enter and could only wait outside.
The old jazz's friends and disciples are all famous football players.
The first Manchester City stars Pliny and his wife, dressed gorgeously, stepped on the red carpet and walked into the hotel, waving to the camera all the way, with confident smiles on their faces.
"Hey! Plenny, look here!"
Plenny turned his head and looked in the past. He saw a reporter with an oriental face. His eyes fell and he saw the national flag. He was sure that it was a Chinese reporter.
For China, Plenny has a good impression. He has traveled to China with the team before and received enthusiastic cheers from Chinese fans. Therefore, he will not hesitate to give the opponent a close-up opportunity.
"How is my pose?" Plenny asked with a smile.
The Chinese reporter gave a thumbs up and said, "It's so cool!"
"Hahaha, thank you, my Chinese reporter friend!" Plenny waved his hand kindly, and immediately walked into the hotel.
The Chinese reporter lowered his head and fiddled with the camera, looking at the photos inside with a satisfied smile.
His name is Chen Chu, and he is the reporter of China Foxhunting Sports in the Premier League.
He has been working and living here for five years, and his task is to collect first-hand news about the Premier League.
As for the old jazz's birthday party, he naturally couldn't miss it either.
"Hey Chen, this picture"
A British reporter came over and asked with a smirk.
Regarding this, Chen Chu smiled and said, "Mike, I can't give this to you, it's exclusive!"
"No, buddy, that's your China exclusive, and it can also be your UK exclusive."
Mike is a reporter from the British Manchester Daily. He has a very good relationship with Chen Chu. Apart from work, the two are also good friends in life.
Chen Chu blinked, raised his index finger, and said with a sly smile, "Two hot pot meals!"
"Chinese restaurants are too expensive, two meals are not enough, one meal! Just one meal!"
"make a deal!"
Chen Chu patted Mike on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "Man, who did you catch?"
"Some UEFA officials, Trafford executives and some head coaches don't have any fresh material. Do you think David will come?"
Chen Chu blinked and said: "That heartthrob of yours in England? It should be impossible, he and the old jazz have fallen out."
"Ah~~~" Mike sighed long, and said, "David's departure will always be Trafford's regret."
While the two were chatting, several luxury cars were parked in front of the hotel.
Some social celebrities, celebrities and British rich people came to celebrate the old jazz's birthday.
It can be seen here how extensive Sir Alex's contacts are.
Take everything in the political and business circles, and play a pivotal role in football.
The reporters' hands were numb when they pressed the shutter.
Suddenly, the sound of brakes sounded.
Everyone turned their heads and saw a taxi parked in front of the red carpet.
The reporters subconsciously wanted to raise their cameras, but all of them froze immediately.
The taxi door opened, and a man with an oriental face in a loose suit came out.
He turned his head and looked around, then walked steadily towards the door.
The reporters looked at the man in front of them, who is this?
Come to the banquet by taxi?
Did you go wrong?
The foreign reporters were indifferent, and even looked like they were joking.
They didn't think that among the celebrities invited by the old jazz, some would come by taxi.
It is estimated that it is a fool who has gone the wrong way.
Chen Chu stared blankly at the oriental man on the red carpet.
don't know why?His sense told him that this was a Chinese.
Even if he is not a Chinese, he still feels the need to remind him.
Thinking of this, Chen Chu couldn't help shouting; "Hey! Brother!"
Zhang Xian was walking towards the entrance of the hotel, when he suddenly heard these very kind words, he couldn't help but stop, and turned his head to look over.
He saw a compatriot dressed as a reporter waving at him.
Zhang Xian hesitated and walked over.
"Is there a problem?"
Chen Chu pointed to the door on the side, and said, "Enter from there. Today's entrance is reserved for guests attending the banquet."
Zhang Xian turned his head and glanced at the side door, and immediately asked, "The main door is not allowed to enter?"
Chen Chu said unhappily; "I told the guests, brother, come out quickly, many people are staring at you."
Zhang Xian turned his head and took a look, and found that the reporters were looking at him with their arms folded.
Zhang Xian scratched his cheek. Just as he was about to speak, someone patted his shoulder suddenly.
"Zhang, are you here too?"
Zhang Xian turned his head and saw Mendelson standing behind him.
Zhang Xian was equally surprised and said, "Are you coming to the banquet too? Aren't you afraid of the old knight's crutches?"
Mendesson said angrily; "Why are you as annoying as that old man, I just sold Ronaldo to Barcelona."
"If you have the ability, you go to DreamWorks and say so."
Hearing this, Mendelson shuddered and said, "Forget it, I'm afraid the Trafford fans will tear me apart!"
After finishing speaking, he turned towards the door and said, "Don't go in."
"Walk!"
Before leaving, Zhang Xian smiled at Chen Chu; "Thank you for reminding me, but I think I am also a guest."
Chen Chu stared blankly at Zhang Xian, his mouth slightly opened.
His head is a little confused
How is it possible that a Chinese person was invited to the old Sir's birthday party.
It's not that the Chinese are not worthy.
Rather, in the general environment of Chinese football, although Chinese companies have made a lot of investment in Europe, they are still excluded from the periphery of European football.
They have no access to the inner circle, let alone a football star like Alex.
Chen Chu didn't know Zhang Xian.
But he knew Mendelson!
A person who can chat and laugh with Mendelson, and even make some jokes, is not ordinary at all.
And was invited to the old jazz's birthday party.
At this moment, Chen Chu felt a strong curiosity about Zhang Xian.
Chen Chu asked his friend at the side: "Mike, do you know who that is?"
"Menderson?"
"No, the one next to you!"
"Your compatriots?"
"right!"
"do not know!"
Chen Chu pursed his lips slightly. He picked up the camera and took a picture of the back of Zhang Xian and Mendessen walking into the banquet venue.
Entering the banquet hall, under the magnificent decoration, the celebrities exchanged glasses.
Mendesen quickly abandoned Zhang Xian and entered the social circle, cementing their 'friendship'.
And Zhang Xian himself is a little transparent.
There may be many purposes for other people to attend the banquet, but Zhang Xian really came to celebrate his birthday.
In a banquet of this level, he couldn't speak at all.
Finding a corner seat, sat down obediently, Zhang Xian lit a cigarette, and watched the performances of the 'celebrities' in front of him through the hazy smoke.
Just as Zhang Xian was swallowing his clouds and fog, the waiter suddenly came to him.
"gentlemen!"
Zhang Xian turned his head and glanced, then looked down at the cigarette in his hand, and said, "Smoking is not allowed?"
The waiter smiled and shook his head; "No, Sir Alex asked me to call you over."
Zhang Xian raised his eyebrows slightly, he stubbed out his cigarette, got up and walked over with the waiter. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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