After a night's rest in Palma, the team took the train to Milan the next day and then took a flight back to Hannover. However, Zhuo Yang took a leave of absence, and he was going to stay in Milan for a day.

Zhuo Yang and Beverly Deng made an appointment to wait for her to finish their work, and the two of them returned to Hanover together tomorrow.

Zhuo Yang is quite familiar with Milan, he stayed here for half a month during the New Year's concert, and he can't tell the door, but he still knows the directions of several streets and some famous landmarks.

It was already after noon when he arrived in Milan, and after saying a word to Uncle Slag and his teammates, Zhuo Yang walked out of Milan Central Railway Station alone. He didn't rush to find Beverly, he just learned on the phone that she was discussing some fashion requirements and details with several famous designers in the fashion industry with her agent Mario Poselli, and several other top models were present, such as Heidi Krum and Natalie Vodianova. At this time, it was not convenient for Zhuo Yang to disturb.

Zhuo Yang was going to go to Milo Raiola first, and the fat man had been in Milan recently to talk to him.

Although the headquarters of the fat man's agency is in Rome, he also has his own office near the Napoleon Avenue in Milan, and the fat man is planning to move the company's headquarters from Rome altogether, after all, Milan is one of the four major economic centers in Europe, and Rome is not.

The one who came to pick up Zhuo Yang was Nino Gianni, an assistant under the fat man, Gianni and Zhuo Yang naturally knew each other, and after a casual greeting, he drove Zhuo Yang to the suburbs, where the fat man had just bought a vacant land by the canal in Navigli District, and he was inspecting the scene there.

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"How? Zhuo Yang. The location is great, right? It's not crowded or remote, and the size of the plot is ideal, so I'm going to build a building here, and the brokerage company will work here in the future. The fat man Milo Raiola crossed his hands on his waist and introduced his plan to Zhuo Yang.

It used to be a small mold processing factory, which has been abandoned for many years, and the barren grass inside is one person high, and the dilapidated factory buildings and missing doors and windows do not need to be decorated for suspense movies and horror movies.

"Well, it's good, it's a good place." Zhuo Yang was very surprised that there was such an abandoned place in the city of Milan.

"An eight-story building, eight is an auspicious number in your Chinese culture." There are also few skyscrapers in the whole of Milan, and most of them are multi-storey buildings of about ten floors. "In the past two days, I asked the design company to start working on the drawings, and found the construction company to demolish this place, and first get the three links and one level."

"Zhuo Yang, how about you say I named the building Milo Building? Or the Milo Building? The fat man asked.

“…… Well...... it's a bit of a small family, so it's better to call it Milo Square or Milo Century. "Zhuo Yang thought of the surging real estate development in China, so he took the opportunity to borrow flowers to offer Buddha." Moreover, 'eight' is not an auspicious number in traditional Chinese culture, it is just far-fetched by modern people. I think you might as well cover it with nine layers, which in Chinese culture represents eternity and dignity. ”

"Good!" Hearing this, the fat man smashed his palm with a single fist: "That's it!" ”

"When the time comes, I will draw a huge picture of your six musketeers on the side wall of the building, which can be seen from a long distance." The fat man looks to the future.

"Aren't you afraid that Swedish baby will be jealous?" Zhuo Yang deliberately joked that he was referring to Ibrahimovic, who was also a signed player under the Fat Man.

"Hahaha...... but this kid Zlatan has been doing really well this year." Ibrahimovic is now Juventus' main striker and has become more versatile, playing with ease in the middle and on the wings. "Hassan is doing well with you, too, thanks to you helping him." Hassan Midow has been in Madiburg for more than two months and has scored six goals in all competitions and has seen a resurgence of former talent.

"Let's go and let's find a place to eat and talk." The fat man was obviously in a good mood and pulled Zhuo Yang out.

"Let me tell you Zhuo Yang, I just signed a 15-year-old kid at the Lumezane Club in the third division a while ago, this little guy is quite skilled,...... It's not as good as you, but I don't think it's much different from those guys......"

Zhuo Yang was taken aback, he knew that the fat man was talking about the little pig scar: "Fuck, it's so powerful,...... But fatty, your vision must not be bad. ”

The fat man was very proud, and continued to brag to Zhuo Yang, in the spring light of the Mediterranean, he and Zhuo Yang's figures gradually disappeared outside the weeds, and the fat man's nagging could be faintly heard.

“…… I'm very optimistic about him, maybe he will be on the same level as you in the future. Alas, everything is good, it's just too naughty, the bear child ......, what's it called? Mario, Mario Balotelli ......"

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After eating, Zhuo Yang borrowed a black Opel car from the fat man, originally the fat man said to let him run away from the Maserati, but Zhuo Yang didn't want the pink lady.

Milan is not like Hannover, which is a small city, and one bicycle is enough to cover the entire city. Milan is very large, with a population of 8 million and no less than China's provincial capitals, so it is not easy to live without a car.

After parking the car on the side street, Zhuo Yang walked into the Mandarin Oriental Hotel in the heart of Milan, where Beverly had booked a small suite, where she had stayed during her two days in Milan.

It's just that Beverly hasn't come back yet, and things aren't done. Zhuo Yang originally said that she was going to pick her up, but Beverly said, "Honey, you go to the hotel first and wait for me, I'll be back soon, love you......"

After taking the key reserved for him by Beverly from the front desk, he came to the Irish-style small suite, took a comfortable bath, and after making himself fragrant, Zhuo Yang opened a bottle of red wine and waited for the black beauty while sipping.

Zhuo Yang still can't figure out how to deal with the relationship between Beverly and Sun Yumei, he likes both women, it seems that Yumei is more. It's just that Yumei doesn't seem to have said anything in the past month or so, and Zhuo Yang can't figure out if she has a good impression of herself.

In fact, in other words, Zhuo Yang likes Beverly's obedience to himself, and he has a sense of accomplishment in front of Beverly; Sun Yumei made him even more excited, but it was like his unilateral crush.

To be honest, the two girls Zhuo Yang was reluctant, and sometimes he thought about it dirty: Or, just like those people joked with me, he simply found a way to take the two girls and slept together. Anyway, the other male protagonists in football are all harem groups and stallions, why can't I......

Phew, why am I such a bastard~

Whether it is Beverly or Sun Yumei, Zhuo Yang has no reason to give up or abandon, that is to say, who to choose, you need to give another person a reason, and you need to find an excuse.

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Zhuo Yang walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the small suite and looked at the street scene outside. It was already getting dark, and the street lamps were lit one by one from far to near, like candles on a cake, and Beverly had not yet returned.

The street outside the Mandarin Oriental Hotel is paved with large blocks of green bricks, which are quiet and gentle against the backdrop of the setting sun and street lamps.

Through the large window on the seventh floor, Zhuo Yang saw Beverly hurrying towards the hotel door, followed by a man behind her.

Suddenly, the man grabbed Beverly's arm.