"Let one, let one, thank you!"

A Chinese couple who had just arrived in the middle of the city from Dortmund International Airport were stunned as they looked at the completely blocked street in front of them.

Why are there so many people on the streets? The travel brochure doesn't say that Dortmund would be like this?

They asked curiously about the people around them, and they got answers right away.

"Don't you know?

"Man, where are you looking, here's the car!"

The young man who answered the question was quickly pulled away by the old man in front of him, and the Chinese couple looked at each other, unable to understand why these foreigners were so fanatical.

They were about to leave when the car happened to pass by them, and the husband looked up and exclaimed.

"Wife, look at that mess, it's Yan Jing!"

Buses with the words "Borussia Dortmund, Bundesliga winner 2006/2007" on their body slowly move from city to city. On the roof of the car, a group of people rushed to get up close and personal with the championship trophie, and everyone was busy taking photos to commemorate the occasion and waving to the enthusiastic fans on the road.

"Boss, take a picture for us! our phone pixels aren't as tall as yours!"

Villa hugged David Silva and waved to the other side.

"It's coming—"

Yan Jing had just finished taking a photo with Coentrão, and immediately went over to take a photo of the two Spaniards.

The night □□ the boiling temperature of the city of Dortmund, and the enthusiasm of the fans was not affected in the slightest.

Players such as Franck Ribery and Toure were thrilled to be racing for the first time on such a large scale.

Dortmund's local TV station was awarded the exclusive rights to broadcast the celebrations, and they recorded Yan Jing winning the championship for the first time.

If it weren't for the Champions League final in five days' time, the bus would have made a longer detour and celebrated longer.

But tomorrow afternoon they were leaving for Athens, so tonight's march didn't last long.

"Remember to be on time for training tomorrow morning and train as usual. After lunch and a short rest, we took a flight to Athens. ”

Before the disbandment of the whole staff, Yan Jing made a final admonition to the players.

"It's going to be the most crucial game of the season, so don't give me any at this time. ”

"Got it—"

Everyone giggled in response, still reminiscing about the exciting parade celebration just now.

Yan Jing left quickly, and everyone walked in twos and threes in the direction of their respective homes.

Ribery sat in his luxury car, humming a recent pop tune, and couldn't be better.

This season, the Bundesliga Golden Boot and the European Golden Boot will be taken into his arms, and he has received so many invitations from big clubs, which is really beautiful.

However, it was a little disappointing that tonight's celebration was too short, and he thought he would go to the bar together for a few drinks.

Ribery was about to start the engine when suddenly something seemed to fall out of his trouser pocket.

He bent down to pick it up, and it was a crumpled note, very fragile to the touch, as if it had been soaked and then dried.

I guess I forgot to take it out of the washing machine last time...... But what's written on it?

When Ribery opened it, he could still see the phone number on the paper and the name next to it, although the handwriting on the paper was no longer legible.

"Zovi?"

Ribery frowned slightly, and soon memories of the name came to mind.

It happened to be his birthday, and this blonde, big-breasted girl named Zovi had been the person he was trying to spend with*.

As soon as he thought of the amorous posture of the other party, Ribery couldn't help but start to feel ape.

He glanced at his phone, and it wasn't too late.

There were so many girls who came last time and they weren't discovered, so if you don't play for too long, there shouldn't be a problem, and no one will know......

Ribery stumbled and dialed the phone on the paper.

"Hello, Zovi, do you remember who I am?"

Working overtime at a newspaper is a common occurrence, especially at a large company like Bild, where the pay is high and the work is even harder.

Eric is one of them, he is from the football club, he has been married for six years, his wife has a son and a daughter, and although he often works overtime, his family life is relatively happy.

He doesn't smoke or gamble, he shares housework for his wife, and he respects his elders.

How can you not drink in Germany.

Basically, he's a good guy who loves his family – if not counting the fact that he often works overtime and actually recruits prostitutes in love hotels.

"Ivana, you're really hot in bed. ”

Eric had just finished a fight with a prostitute, and he was satisfied with what she was doing.

He put on his pants and didn't smoke but made a look of a cigarette after smoking, put the banknote next to the bed, picked up his SLR camera, and prepared to go home to tutor his son who had just started school.

This is a famous love hotel, and almost all of the people who come to open the room are young couples in love, and of course, it is also the choice of many prostitutes.

Eric was walking down the aisle, reminiscing about the afterglow of the moment when a couple crossed arms passed by him.

He glanced at the side of the man's face, and the trademark scar made him react violently.

Wait, is that Ribery?!

Eric turned sharply and looked at the back of the fading away, and although he was still a little suspicious, he instinctively pulled out his camera and took a picture.

By this time Ribery had already walked into the room next to him, and Eric looked at the camera image, but he didn't think it was convincing enough.

It's about to be the Champions League final, and you're still going to prostitute?

Eric stood there and hesitated for a moment, then called home.

"It's me, my dear. The company needs to work overtime temporarily, and I may not be able to come back until later, so you can sleep with the children first. ”

Eric returned to the room he had booked, Ivana had already left, and he was glad he hadn't left it so quickly.

The hotel's soundproofing was good, and he barely heard anything against the walls, so he decided not to close the door to his room so as not to miss one last chance to stay.

Eric sat nervously on the bed for nearly an hour with a voice recorder in his hand, and finally there was movement next door, and he heard the sound of the door opening.

"Frank, will you come to me next time?"

"Haha, Zovi, you can definitely charm all the men in the world in bed, I'll call you again. I went first, I booked a room for the whole night and could rest in it if you were still tired. ”

Eric listened to Ribery's footsteps drift away, straightened his image, walked to the next door and knocked softly.

"Frank, anything else?"

The woman who opened the door had a languid and seductive voice, wearing only sexy lingerie casually, but she tried to close the door immediately when she saw that the person in front of her was not Ribery.

"Sir, you're on the wrong side—"

"Miss Zovi, wait!" Eric was even more pleased to hear the other party call out Frank, and he quickly reached out to block the door that was about to close, "I'm Eric from Bild." ”

"A reporter from Bild?"

"Yes. Eric saw that the guard in the other party's eyes was still very strong, and he smiled, "The person who was with you just now was Ribery from Dortmund, right? ”

The woman looked at the camera on Eric's chest, hesitated for a moment, and finally said.

"Come in. ”

Yan Jing returned home immediately after the celebration, and he packed his bags and went to sleep.

I had a good night's sleep, and when I woke up the next morning, Yan Jing felt very refreshed.

He was still the first to arrive in the dressing room, and one after another, the players came.

"It was nice that no one was late. ”

Yan Jing looked at Ribery, who was the last to step in, nodded with satisfaction, and asked casually.

"Frank, your wife will come to Athens to watch your game, right?"

Suddenly mentioning the topic of his wife, Ribery, who had done something bad last night, pretended to be okay and nodded: "She will be in Athens the day before the game." ”

Yan Jing didn't ask, but gathered the team to start training, which made Ribery finally breathe a sigh of relief.

I almost thought I was known by the boss again.

After the training, Yan Jing took a group of players to eat a specially formulated healthy lunch.

After that, they took a nap and boarded the bus to the airport, where they boarded a plane to Athens.

There was no Internet on the plane, and Yan Jing didn't know that during this period, an explosive news instantly spread all over European football.

"There are pictures and truths!European Golden Boot Champions League Eve Hotel Prostitute Prostitute!"

As soon as the news was first published by Bild journalist Erik, it was not long before all the journalists in the football circle knew about it.

Damn, it's too exciting! Forget about prostitution, you're still a minor! This is a crime, and you can't go to jail!

Countless journalists with knowledge of Dortmund's itinerary flocked to Athens International Airport, all wanting to be the first to get an exclusive interview.

The plane slowly landed on the runway, and Yan Jing woke up the players who were asleep on the plane, and pulled the suitcases and walked out of the cabin first.

As soon as the hatch opened, the reporters outside raised their cameras and frantically photographed the team.

Yan Jing probably glanced at it, the number of reporters was the largest in history, which was beyond his expectations.

But after all, it's the Champions League final...... Although Dortmund is not a giant.

With such an idea, Yan Jing walked to the road that must be passed to enter the departure hall, and a bunch of reporters immediately surrounded him.

Although there were security guards on both sides to prevent the reporters from getting too close to Yan Jing and the players, the microphones of the reporters were still blocked in front of him one by one.

Yan Jing had long been accustomed to such scenes, and he calmly waited for the reporters to ask him all kinds of tricky questions.

However, what he didn't expect was that the first words he heard this time shattered his calmness.

"Mr. Yan Jing, what do you think about Ribery's prostitution?!" 166 Reading Network