Zhuo Yang crossed his arms around his chest, leaning on the fat boss's desk and looking at Balotelli, the biggest perpetual motion machine in the office. At first, he was still watching him blind with interest, but at this moment, the corners of his mouth and the flesh on his cheeks began to tremble involuntarily.

“…… Ethics is a thing, ethics is reason, and I don't plan to turn who hey—hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Zhuo Yang, what are you doing? ”

Zhuo Yang stretched out his hand and grabbed Balotelli's ear, rotated it half a circle counterclockwise, and lifted his arm up again, and Balotelli's toes hit the ground.

"Little bunny is going to kill me, beep and see me tear your ears off!"

Balotelli grinned in pain, and except for the ear, the rest of his facial features were desperately trying to get together.

"Zhuo Yang, you let go of me, hurry up and let go, do you hear? Ouch~Oops~Ah~, I know you're awesome, I'm also a person who has practiced Ouch~Baguazhang, and I'll fight back again, let go of Ouch~Yoyo~ I'm really fighting back......"

Zhuo Yang added a little more strength to his arm.

“…… It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, tap it......"

"You're just too energetic for a day, and you don't have any to tire you kid into a rabbit grandson. There's a gym down there, let's walk and see how I'm going to train you on those machines today. You can still talk so much when you come back in a while, Lao Tzu will obey you. ”

As he spoke, Zhuo Yang grabbed Balotelli's ears and walked out.

"Just go, you can let go of your ears first, I'll always go with you, right? Ouch yo yo yo yo~, Brother Zhuo, Brother Zhuo, loosen up, my ears are going to fall out ......"

"Shut up!" With his arm raised by half an inch, Balotelli couldn't even shout at this time, so he could only gasp desperately. "Sizzle~~~"

Zhuo Yang swaggered and carried the second secondary school boy through the Milo Square building, Balotelli stretched his neck and tilted his head, his two toes completely erected, and he walked forward like a disabled black swan in a ballet.

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Milo Raiola nestled up on the couch in his large office to read today's paper, but Zhuo Yang and Balotelli were not there, and he didn't bother to ask where they were. Zhuo Yang doesn't have to worry about it, he is very different from the stunned young man when he first met. As for Balotelli, a second-year teenager who makes everyone's head as big as a cow, I can't say why, Raiola always feels that Zhuo Yang is Balotelli's nemesis.

Zhuo Yang was able to successfully defend the European goal, which made the fat man very proud. To be honest, this year, in fact, the four or five candidates, including Zhuo Yang, are similar, each with their own advantages, no one can lead the way, and everyone who has been selected has said the past, but they can't convince others. Zhuo Yang had a gold ball and a bronze medal, which made the fat man very satisfied with his vertical and horizontal operation.

Each component of football has its own circle, and Raiola's success has made him famous in the circle of agents, and he has a vague meaning of the leader of European agents. Not only are the turtle brokers who are stuck in England talking to the fat man much more politely now, but Mendes, who is dominant in Spain and Portugal, has also taken the initiative to extend an olive branch, hoping to strengthen cooperation with the fat man.

Herrhoe Mendes has risen very quickly, only four or five years old, and he has already been able to compete with Figer in La Liga and the Portuguese Super League. It is very important for Raiola to have an in-depth cooperation with Mendes in football.

In previous years, Raiola had been mainly operating in Italy, the Netherlands, France and Eastern Europe, with Italy being his home in particular. The closed iron curtain of German football was opened after signing the Six Musketeers. In the past few years, the fat man has not only continued to consolidate this existing position, but also has a considerable voice in Germany. It's just that although England and Spain have also put their hands in, they are still very weak in comparison.

Ligue 1 has now been reduced to a processing plant for several other major leagues, and the Bundesliga, while better, has a tight financial system where the football market is over-booming. Although Serie A still seems to be at the top of the competition, the decline in it is clear to everyone in the industry, and it has been reflected in the market. In the not-too-distant future, Italy will soon lose its sights in this regard.

Everyone knows that only the Premier League and La Liga are the most vibrant places in football these days, and there is all kinds of hot money there, and whoever gets a piece of the pie will be the winner in the future.

In Serie A, Raiola can rely on his strong foundation, so that Figel has to cooperate with him, but on the La Liga side, there is a huge difference in strength between himself and Figer. Cooperation is based on mutual benefit between the two sides, and in order to maintain this foundation, the two sides must have equal strength.

Sleepy meets a pillow, and the olive branch that Mendez hands out is exactly what Raiola needs. Mendes is a smart person, such a big market, no one can have a big appetite enough to swallow it in one bite, and eating alone is going to kill people. Figer made this mistake in his early years, which led to a situation where he was expelled from Europe at every turn, and now he is starting to make amends, and working with a new tycoon such as Raiola is the right way to return to business.

Milo Raiola had her eyes fixed on the newspaper, but her mind was full of thoughts. At this time, Zhuo Yang returned, followed by Balotelli.

Zhuo Yang put his hands in his trouser pockets, and the dark brown lambskin jacket was so casually sandwiched between his arms and body, a little hanging. Balotelli was wilting like a frosted eggplant, and his exhaustion could be seen on his face. The Moxican-style cockscomb head on the top of his head no longer stood stunned, and now it hung on the top of his head, like a big chrysanthemum falling on the beach.

"Hehe, you're back. Mario, listen more to your Brother Zhuo Yang's life truth, it's good, your Brother Zhuo Yang has walked more bridges than you have walked. ”

Zhuo Yang threw his coat on the back of the sofa, sat down comfortably, and lifted Erlang's legs. When Balotelli saw Raiola, all the grievances in his stomach came up, his eyes suddenly turned red, and tears barely fell.

"Uncle Milo......" The words of complaint came to an abrupt end before they could be spoken, because Balotelli saw Zhuo Yang rubbing his fingers seemingly casually.

In these two hours, Balotelli suffered a great crime, and was forced by Zhuo Yang to hum on various exercise equipment without a minute of rest, and if he was not satisfied, he immediately twisted his ears to serve, and now he saw Zhuo Yang's two fingers, like a child seeing the dentist's pliers, there was already a psychological shadow.

At this time, the fat man also noticed the abnormality of Balotelli's ears, the one on the right side was obviously much larger than the other side, and it was not a head type that was attached backwards, and the horizontal support was like an old-fashioned military radar, and it was still red and red.

"Hey, Mario, what's wrong with your ears? How can you be so creative? ”

A sense of desolation hugged Balotelli's heart: "Uncle Milo......"

"Cough, cough cough......" Zhuo Yang's throat suddenly became uncomfortable, coughed twice, rubbed his fingers again, put it under his nose and sniffed.

“…… The ears are fine, nothing. Brother Zhuo Yang said a lot of truths, which benefited me a lot. Okay, I'm done. Balotelli was succinct.

Raiola looked at Balotelli suspiciously, then at his ears, and then at Zhuo Yang, who had his eyes closed.

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