Rotten Country, Westland, Wess Manor.

"Old man, West's going to have its own club. ”

John by the window, with a phone in one hand and a cigar in the other, was rarely excited.

John, you know, I've been retired for many years. ”

"Manchester United, old man, didn't you say you were going to die there?"

"It's not funny at all. Manchester United is not cheap, those aristocratic gentlemen, will not be willing to spend so much money to play football... You know, they'd rather spend tens of millions on a horse than a star billet. ”

Maybe it's because of the Manchester United that John said, the people on the other side of the phone are a lot more emotional.

"I'm serious, our wife loves Manchester United and came to help me. ”

"You know, I'm old, I'm retired, and besides, I hate it when people are pointing fingers at me, let alone your 18-year-old lady West. ”

"Listen, Ferguson, except for the colors. Players, coaches, including transfers, it's up to you. ”

"Color, God, don't tell me you're going to have those players wear pink jerseys. ”

Recalling the pink castle and fairytale town that were boiling on the Internet, Ferguson lifted his glasses in disbelief.

"Why not? Pink is the lucky color of our Westling. ”

John smacked his cigar and flattened the pink vest on his body, and the smugness between his words was quite obvious.

"Listen, John, that's the Red Devil, that's faith, Fred the Red Devil is a household name in the Rotten Country. ”

Manchester United's redness is deeply ingrained in the hearts of many fans.

Ferguson frowned, not thinking it was a good idea.

"That's in the past. ”

"My grandson is right, you're a weird old man with a pink fetish. ”

"The opportunity is given to you, if you don't agree, I don't mind going to the magic bird, with his current situation, I will definitely be very welcome. ”

"Damn, you know I'm not dealing with him. ”

"Old man, don't you want a big team that really belongs to our rotten country, don't you want that Jewish family to look good?"

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"That's your hard work, your everything is there, can you bear to just watch it sink and watch him become a tool for those little Yankees to collect money?"

"Since you left, there was only Manchester City in Manchester City, and the children who played football in the park wanted to go to Manchester City the most... Since the old Jewish came to power, Manchester United has lost its soul on the road to paying off its debts. ”

"Do you know how much blood the Gray family has sucked Manchester United in the past 14 years? 1 billion pounds, that's the same amount of money as the sheikh of Manchester City... ”

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"Damn, tell me, except for that pink, are you sure I'm the one who has the final say?"

It turns out that John is definitely a master when it comes to demagogy.

Ferguson, who was on the other side of the phone, was obviously moved at this moment.

"Sure. In addition to that, I can also give you a beautiful stadium and give you no less than 200 million dollars a year... ”

"You're a devil. ”

"No, I'm just the butler of Duke West's Palace. ”

"You mean, I can take what you just said as a promise from the Duke's Palace?"

"That's right, deal?"

"Deal. ”

Throughout the ages, trustworthiness has always been the most important item in the spirit of aristocracy.

The contract can be breached, the promise of the nobility, will not.

Ferguson agreed, because Ferguson was a knight.

"What a beautiful choice, old man, thank you. ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Keep it secret for now, you form your own team first. I'm going to secretly buy the outstanding shares of Manchester United, and when the time is right, it will be a super surprise in the Premier League. ”

"I'm already a little impatient, and this time I'm going to take my son with me. ”

"Grandson, haha, old man, this is our team, keep it a secret. ”

"Promise me not to let that old Jew take too much money, I really hate them. ”

"This is the Corrupt Nation, we are West. Get busy first, take care. ”

"Don't worry, what color is that pitch you're talking about... Damn, hang so fast. ”

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The Peninsula Hotel, The Peninsula Suites, Paris, France.

When John called, Lin Ning, who was wearing a sweater and dress, had just put on makeup.

John Barabala, who was on the other side of the phone, said a bunch of things excitedly.

Lin Ning on the other side of the phone, until he hung up the phone, didn't understand who Ferguson was in John's mouth.

"Help me find out what Ferguson does. ”

Before the dining table, Lin Ning pursed her lips and said lightly.

Sir Alex Ferguson, born in 1951 ... Manchester United's meritorious coach, a very powerful old man... ”

Lin Hong is worthy of being a professional life assistant, and after a while, the relevant information blurted out.

"Go on, what's your expression?"

Listening to it was enjoyable, there was no sound in his ears, and he looked back at Lin Hong, who wanted to speak and stopped, Lin Ning said angrily.

"Don't you like Manchester United very much? How could you not know him? Manchester United's home stadium and the stands named after him. This old man has led the team to countless honors, and he is the coach who has led the team for the longest time in the history of Manchester United, as a fan of Manchester United... ”

"Oh, it turned out to be him, I remembered, well, it's amazing, John did a good job, go back and add a chicken leg. ”

"Are you sure you know him? your expression, how do I feel like you're a pseudo-ball... ”

"Get out. ”

"Oh. ”

"COME BACK, IPAD STAYS. ”

"I've closed Ferguson's introduction, do you want to open it for you?"

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I have to say that Lin Hong is really annoying sometimes.

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Huaguo, Shanghai.

John's efficiency has always been high, and there is no need to say much about zero execution.

Before the sun went down, counting the two who were stunned by Lin Zi, the 22 missing people had all returned to their places.

Surprisingly, no matter how the people concerned asked, the answers to his disappearance were surprisingly unanimous.

"Am I missing? Haven't I been sleeping at home, why don't I have any impressions. ”

"Am I missing? Am I not reading at home?"

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"I was abducted for nearly 10 hours, and I don't have any impression at all, do you think it's possible? Can you hand in such a report?"

In a certain office, Li Tao patted the file in his hand fiercely, looked at the right-hand man in front of him, and said in a low voice.

"The possibility of being hypnotized by the group is not ruled out. ”

"Collective hypnosis? You mean let me say at the meeting, the reason was found, they were hypnotized. ”

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"What about the crime? How did they get taken away, without surveillance, didn't there even be a single witness?"

"We're still investigating. ”

"In broad daylight, Lang Lang Qiankun, this person said that it was gone, so you are not worried at all, aren't you afraid?"

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