"This guy doesn't even know who Klaus Mayne is? Do you believe it? ”

"I don't believe it,"

"He's lying, absolutely lying."

After hearing Zheng Zhi's answer, the reporters in the audience immediately booed, and their first reaction was that Zheng Zhi was lying.

"Zheng, you said you don't know the lead singer of the Scorpion Band?"

"I don't really know any Klaus Mayne."

Zheng Zhi also repeated.

"I don't listen to foreign music, so I don't know what you're talking about."

"But Klaus said he knew you."

"Doesn't that mean anything, I play in the Bundesliga every weekend, is it normal to know me?"

“……”

"But you did drive to Munich last week, and a reporter recognized you there, which means that you did appear on the highway and there was a real possibility of drag racing with Klaus Mayne."

"Possibly?"

"It's ridiculous that you're questioning me with a possibility. There are so many drivers driving on the highway, why don't you question them? Just because my name is Zheng Zhi? Maybe ask Klaus Mayne and he'll tell you the answer. ”

"It's a boring question, so you should keep asking about football, or you can ask Schumacher and he'll answer questions about racing."

……

The reporter of "Mirror" was choked, and thought that he could make a big news, but who knew that Zheng Zhi could say so much and did not admit it at all.

"Zheng,"

"We've also found witnesses."

"And your license plate number."

"They also called the police, and the police station has a record."

"And what did the police say?"

"This ......"

The Mirror reporter couldn't answer, because the police station said it was a misunderstanding, not drag racing. But the information that the reporter got from the eyewitnesses was drag racing.

But the police station doesn't recognize it as drag racing, so what's the solution?

In the end, this problem can only be solved for the time being.

……

Back in the home team's dressing room, the dressing room is particularly noisy, like a wet market. Schuster frowned and walked in, about to get angry, but when he saw that there was a special Klaus Mayne here, wearing sunglasses and a turban, looking like a rock 'n' roll.

"Ah,"

"You bastard, you're really coming to my locker room."

Schuster glared fiercely.

Klaus Mayne was stunned for a moment, then walked over to Schuster with a laugh and hugged Schuster directly.

It can be seen that the two of them should be friends for the New Year.

"Bernd,"

"Haha,"

"It's been more than half a year."

"When you came back from the United States, I suddenly felt that life was a lot less fun."

"That Gandalf guy talks about playing football with you every day, but he doesn't have time to come to see you today, so I'll treat him and greet you."

Mayne is a chatterbox.

"Gandalf,"

"That guy doesn't want my team to lose, I'm going to give him a big gift this afternoon."

"At this time, he hasn't gotten up yet, and he's lying in bed smoking marijuana, right?"

"Bernd, watch the occasion." Klaus Mayne's face froze, but he didn't expect Schuster to dare to say anything regardless of the occasion.

"Ah, Zheng!"

Klaus Mayne let go of the hand on Schuster's shoulder and walked over to Zheng Zhi.

"I often watch you play,"

"You're a great lad,"

As he spoke, he took out two cigarettes from his pocket, one of which he threw to Schuster, lit it elegantly, and after taking a comfortable puff, he continued.

"I like you,"

"He's so much in love with Eintracht Frankfurt."

"You've helped me win a lot of money."

"Haha, especially against Bayern Munich, I earned $1 million, buy you to win."

$1,000,000......

Paralyzed, in the locker room, so everyone was stunned, this guy is too rich, $1 million, no one here estimates that no one can earn $1 million a year, this guy gambled $1 million in a game?

But as the lead singer of the Scorpion Band, $1 million is really nothing. I don't know how much I earn by releasing a song or holding a concert.

Shouldn't this 1 million be distributed to everyone?

But Schuster was not happy again.

"Klaus,"

"Why don't you say that in the locker room,"

"When someone else hears it, they think we're gambling, shi-t!"

"Get out of my locker room,"

"You're not welcome here."

"Also, don't admit that you have been in the car with Zheng Biao, you are a bad old man, you must have taken too many drugs."

Schuster said with a curse as he pushed Klaus Mayne out of the door.

"Bernd, Bernd ......"

“……”

The players in the locker room were even more shocked, and it is estimated that only a character like Schuster can casually scold international rock stars, where are the others qualified......

Zheng Zhi never spoke to Mayne from beginning to end, and when Schuster returned, his mouth was still beeping.

"Zheng,"

"Don't know this kind of guy,"

"Bring the bad guys!"

"Look, why do I smoke? That's what this guy teaches badly. ”

Schuster took a deep breath, then threw the cigarette butt to the ground and stomped it out with his foot.

"Children,"

"It's time to play,"

"Let them see what we're capable of,"

"Tell them with victory that the relegation zone is where they should be the most!"

"Zheng,"

"You know what to do."

"The Bundesliga only needs the strong, not the weak."

"Defeat Deisler!"

……

※※※※

The two teams met in the tunnel and Deisler was quietly staring at the ceiling, not knowing what to think.

Klose lightly bumped Zheng Zhi with his elbow.

"Does he do that often?"

"I don't know,"

"Maybe he's a guy who thinks a lot."

The two men walked over, and Deisler woke up from his personal musings.

"Sebastian,"

"What's so nice about the ceiling?"

Klose asked curiously.

Compared to a little over a month ago, Deisler looks much thinner, and he still has a black beard around his mouth.

He smiled.

"It's just a habit,"

"It makes me quieter and my thinking clearer."

"So, are you thinking about how to beat us?"

"Yes." Deisler's face was full of confidence, "We're here to defeat you." ”

"Huh,"

"This breath."

"After the game starts in a while, maybe you won't be so confident."

"We'll see."

"We'll see."

"Zheng,"

"Let me ask you a question?"

"Huh?"

"Say it."

"After you sign a new contract, what is your weekly salary?"

"Uh...... Do you care about this? ”

"36,000 marks after tax."

"......" Deisler stumbled and almost fell, the calm and relaxed look just now was completely gone, obviously being hit by Zheng Zhi's weekly salary.

"Are you alright?"

"Ah, can you be alright?"

"I know how to do it." Deisler's teeth creaked.

Du Te is renewing the contract, why is there such a big gap between the treatment of himself and Zheng Zhi?

"Do what?"

"Do something interesting......" Deisler quickly adjusted his mood and laughed again.

At this time, the referee team came out, and the two sides were ready to line up.

"Zheng,"

"You're going to have a treat after the game, and I'm going to ask you something."

"I'll come to you after the game."

……

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