Yan Jing came to the Black Forest region of Germany today for Ashley Cole, a left-back who now plays for Arsenal. The England national team member had previously turned down Zolke's offer over the phone, but Yan Jing didn't want to give up and he was going to try harder.

He spoke on the phone with Jonathan, Ashley Cole's agent, and expressed his desire for an interview.

Jonathan met Yan Jing at a small casino near England, and the owner of the casino is said to have sent an invitation to the England team, saying that the venue would be cleared to serve them at that time.

Yan Jing changed into the Real Madrid jersey given to him by Beckham last season in advance, and put on sunglasses to make a casual outfit for ordinary fans.

Okay, so there should be no problem.

Yan Jing was not found when he visited the French and Dutch teams before, but today he was arrested by British reporters.

Before walking into the casino, no one really noticed him.

Yan Jing looked around the clean casino and found that Ashley Cole did not come, only his agent Jonathan was present.

Doesn't look like a good deal to deal with...... Yan Jing suddenly felt that he might have run for nothing today.

The facts were no different from what Yan Jing had guessed, and the conversation between them lasted less than ten minutes, before Yan Jing sighed and got up to say goodbye.

Yan Jing was the first to open his mouth to stir up the topic, about how much benefit Ashley Cole would have if he came to Dortmund.

Jonathan just smiled and nodded as he listened to Yan Jing's words, and then made Yan Jing give up on Ashley Cole with a last minute sentence.

"Yan, I have to admit that what you raised really touched my heart. But there's another club in England that wants my employer as well, do you know how much the club pays him?"

"5.5 million euros. ”

That's more than double Borussia Dortmund's top salary, which would be in the top 10 even in European football as a whole.

If you only talk about the annual salary ranking of left-backs, I am afraid that only Carlos in the Real Madrid team can play against it.

There are not many clubs in the Premier League that can afford this kind of annual salary, and the only club willing to pay that price for a superstar like Ashley Cole, who is not a top superstar, is probably the generous London side.

"Chelsea?"

Jonathan smiled and didn't deny it.

The numbers show that it is clear that Dortmund simply cannot compete with Chelsea with Abobou behind them in terms of money.

Yan Jing looked at the smile on Jonathan's face, and felt very uncomfortable.

It looks like Ashley Kerr has to be crossed off the list.

Yan Jing put on his sunglasses again and prepared to leave for his next destination, but as soon as he stepped out of the casino door, he was surrounded by flashes and cameras.

"Mr. Yan Jing, why did you come to the residence in England today?"

"I've heard that Borussia Dortmund are interested in bringing in Ashley Cole, is that true?"

"Can you please predict the final outcome of the next match between England and Ecuador?!"

When it comes to the fighting power of the gossip media around the world, if the English call it second, no one will dare to say that they are the first.

Although these reporters came from different newspapers and television stations, they acted like a battle-hardened army, and even Yan Jing's observation power, which Yan Jing had always been proud of, could not find a way for him to escape.

Yan Jing was already in a bad mood just because of Chelsea's money strategy and was already in a bad mood, and now these reporters are buzzing around him like flies.

He pulled his face to listen to the reporters' shouting, his lips were tightly closed, and he was reluctant to spit out half a letter.

However, Yan Jing underestimated the attack power of the English media after all, and compared to them, German journalists were simply harmless little angels.

The reporters in England didn't let Yan Jing go at all, even if Yan Jing didn't say a word, they still pointed their recorders and microphones at Yan Jing, as if Yan Jing had answered them seriously.

The encirclement of reporters is getting bigger and bigger, and it is becoming more difficult to slip out, and Yan Jing has the illusion of being cocooned and bound by himself - he should have killed him regardless of his image just now!

Just when Yan Jing was worried about how to get out, a clear voice from not far away rescued him in time.

"Strict?"

The reporters twitched their ears and turned their heads sharply.

Look what we found! Heartthrob David Beckham!

Compared with Beckham, in the hearts of the English, Yan Jing is nothing at all. This difference is also reflected in the reporters who immediately moved to the battlefield.

Although there are still a small number of reporters who insist on staying by Yan Jing's side, Yan Jing can now go as he wants.

Yan Jing looked at Beckham, and Mr. Heartthrob also happened to send him a playful look of "a trivial matter".

While retreating, Yan Jing replied with a grateful look of "great kindness without thanks".

As soon as Yan Jing turned around, reporters found that he was wearing Beckham's jersey.

Meow Meow Meow ??? Beckham met Yan Jing here?

What did they meet for? There must be a story in it!

The two of them have a very personal relationship, so make an appointment to meet and talk?

No, is there any connection between the two men other than the collision at the Bernabeu last season?

Beckham planning to defect to Borussia Dortmund?

Not to mention whether Dortmund can afford to pay the transfer fee that is destined to be huge, even Beckham's salary will also make Dortmund turn the English out.

The heartthrob of the English commissioner wants to get the good words of the wizards of the East?

Why does this most unreliable-sounding speculation seem surprisingly credible?

Seeing that Yan Jing was about to disappear from their field of vision, some reporters still yelled at Yan Jing without giving up.

"Mr. Yan Jing, what do you think of the game in three days-?!"

Being able to leave from here, Yan Jing's mood turned from cloudy to sunny, and he was finally willing to stop, and turned around and threw a smile that could fascinate thousands of girls at the camera.

"England 1-0 Ecuador, David might score a nice free-kick!"

Yan Jing took the words down, swept around the reporters, his eyes teased their little hearts thumping, and then slipped away with a coquettish move.

Oops, it seems that our British Empire is really charming, and even the legendary wizards of the East are optimistic about us. Journalists in England were all intoxicated. Look at the stars in our squad, it's time to win another World Cup!

Yan Jing's words soon appeared on the pages of major print media and online media, and several gambling companies immediately lowered the odds of England winning after learning the news......

Damn, can't you shut up this mysterious Oriental?!Maintain your reserve as an Oriental wizard!

The quarter-finals of hosts Germany, who were the first to qualify, were still the first to be played. Contrary to Yan Jing's guess, the German team won Sweden without a shock thanks to two goals from teenager Podolski.

Four hours later, Argentina played against Mexico, and Argentina, who was favored by Yan Jing before the game, also defeated their opponent 2-1 to advance to the quarterfinals.

As soon as the results came out, the media that came to Germany were very excited, and the Oriental wizards used witchcraft to predict the future?

And it's not the first time this guy has made headlines for predictions, as Mourinho said he was helping in the last Champions League final.

Does Yan Jing really know about mysterious witchcraft? Believe it or not, I believe it anyway! Let's get him out and get more information!

In Portugal's resident room, Cristiano Ronaldo and his team-mates watch England's match against Ecuador.

Cristiano Ronaldo, who couldn't read German, only understood the meaning of Yan Jing from the Portuguese media after a while - it would be England and Portugal who would win.

Yes, he has a vision. Ronaldo thought stinkily as he crossed Erlang's legs. Since he's so optimistic about me, I've got to win this fight.

Portugal's match against the Netherlands kicks off in four hours and they have to go to the pitch to prepare so they don't have time to watch the whole game.

A group of people left the room at the urging of the coach, no one turned off the TV, and the commentator on the screen suddenly shouted excitedly.

"David Beckham!

As England drew into the second half of their match against Ecuador, their heartthrob David Beckham was once again the lone hero of the savior, giving his side the lead with his best free-kick.

And this golden goal was also the only goal of the game.

The Portuguese squad only learned about it when they arrived at their venue, the Gende Stadium in Nuremberg.

There were players in the dressing room who couldn't believe their ears.

"Damn, is it really fake? Even David Beckham's free-kick was guessed by him?"

"yes, it's horrible. Wait, is he supporting the Netherlands or are we coming?"

Cristiano Ronaldo took off his coat to reveal his increasingly lean body, and put the national team jersey on his body with a smile that was in control.

"He's behind us, don't worry!"

"CCTV, CCTV, you are watching the quarterfinals of the 2006 World Cup, a high-profile matchup between Portugal and the Netherlands!"

As the game is about to begin, the cameras of the media are scanned inside the Gend Stadium. Suddenly, a camera shot Yan Jing sitting in the audience, and the witty director hurriedly cut over, so Yan Jing wearing sunglasses appeared on the big screen.

"Wow, the Oriental Wizard Yan Jing also came to the scene, it seems that this game has attracted his attention. In the just-concluded match between England and Ecuador, Jing's prediction was so accurate that everyone couldn't believe it, not only the score, but even the scorers and the way he scored the goal were accurately stated......

"And in this game, he is optimistic about Portugal. ”

"Will his predictions be as accurate as ever?"