The city of Montpellier is not as heavy as Marseille, where not a drop of rain is seen after dusk, and Carbiné arrived in the hours after the evening news and then took the metro line near the train station to the airport without stopping.

Although the airport in Montpellier did not have a direct service counter of Turkish Airlines, it did not prevent Kabine from switching to a local airline in a short period of time, and the travel ticket to Trabzon was completed, and seeing that there were still more than two hours before boarding, he passed through customs in advance, wanting to find a restaurant in the forbidden area, fill his stomach, and cope with dinner.

In addition, this flight was unexpectedly a short-haul model, and the so-called first-class seats had already been sold out, so that Kabine had to spend a ride in economy class, in addition to worrying about the disturbance of fans, but in fact, he didn't mind this matter, anyway, the accommodation problem in Trabzon had been done through the Internet, and he only bought a ticket temporarily at that time, and he was lucky to be able to mix an economy class.

After that, the empty stomach seemed to have a tacit understanding with the whole movement of Kirbine, and as soon as he sat down in a corner of a restaurant serving Spanish food, he clearly heard a "grunt" from his belly, and he wondered if he was anesthetized by a sip of vodka, and after the effect of this alcohol was completely dissipated, all the normal sensations in his body were fully released, such as hunger and thirst at this time.

"I'll order a Spanish sausage fried rice and a glass of frozen soda, thank you!" Kabine then told the waiter that he had seen the menu in the restaurant that said low vodka, but at that moment he shuddered, and hurriedly put the menu aside after ordering. At this time, not only were they a little frightened when they saw the words vodka, but they also didn't understand why alcohol was also bought in the restricted area of the boarding building.

It's six minutes full. With half a glass of soda left, Kirbine felt it was time to report his whereabouts to Mr. Haas. He said in his heart that although Monsieur Haas seldom took the initiative to know his whereabouts, firstly, the transfer incident was not lonely, and secondly, he experienced a typhoon and rain in the city of Marseille, and at this time he came to Montpellier instead, and perhaps he should have informed the old man.

But Kabine did not call directly, except for the matter of Chelina, he briefly explained the reason for the change of direction in his trip through a small text message, and finally confirmed Arlon's address in Trabzon to Mr. Haas again. After a long time, I put down my phone, picked up the rice spoon again, and ate the spicy sausage rice with four or five spoons left.

During this period, the reason why Carbine chose to inform Mr. Haas by text message is also somewhat unnecessarily funny, just because Mr. Haas is always talking on the other end of the phone, while intersecting with his beloved cigarettes, and sometimes even the sound of burning cigarettes can be heard by Carbine on the other side of the phone. He saw that he had only dealt with alcohol once a few hours before, and that he was listening to tobacco with such presumptuousness, so he didn't call.

A little later, whether it's the spicy sausage rice on the dinner plate. Or the soda in the cup, which was dried up by Kirbine, and he was burping on the side. He almost sat down in his seat and stared at the tarmac outside for a dozen or so looks. The heart says that where there are no typhoons and rainstorms, it is always so beautiful.

It's just that. Kabine didn't bother to wait for Mr. Haas's reply, he just wanted to wait for the time to come, obediently board the plane, go to Trabzon city and quickly check into the booked hotel, and then wait for a good night's sleep, but after ten seconds, he heard a text message from his mobile phone.

"Thank goodness! The old man didn't choose to call, or I would have been listening to him smoking a cigarette on the phone again. Carbinay didn't think about it, and was extremely confident that the text message was from Mr. Haas, so he read it softly, and when he clicked on the text message, he was even more surprised by the content from Mr. Haas......

"The German guy has verbally agreed to the agreement with Paris, and it seems that Atletico Madrid will soon be counting the money in the pool, but since I have already discussed it with you, it has nothing to do with you, you just need to concentrate on the rest of the schedule."

"That guy in Germany? Atletico Madrid? Oh, my God! Shadugir actually verbally agreed to move to Ligue 1 next season? Kabine was about to exclaim, he didn't understand why Shadugir's mind was wandering, and then he thought that Shadugir had obviously expressed his preference for playing against him on the field, but he himself had not yet indicated his past direction, but he encountered the fact that Shadugir was about to switch to Ligue 1.

The more he thought about it, the more comfortable Carbine was no longer as comfortable as a minute ago, he couldn't calm down at all, and something more incomprehensible came to mind for a while, one is that Atletico Madrid is willing to sell a talented new striker like Shadugir in order to be able to "count the money in the pool", and even Atletico Madrid has compromised with a huge amount of money, dare you say that it is those old men on the board of directors of the Granada team?

Second, Carbine is only a professional player, and he can't fully see the actual operation of the transfer process, so he asked, is the "verbal promise" a violation? Could it be that Paris Saint-Germain can use the power of money to be so presumptuous in the transfer process? can make a wealthy club want to take over the talented Fengba under the camp, and issued an agreement like "verbal promise".

Regardless of whether the Paris Saint-Germain team is resolutely prepared to dominate Europe, all this is still extraordinary madness for Carbine, and there has never been a big team that has never had the idea of going off the rails so much to let the three favorites of the European Golden Boy Award obediently play for them, Kabine is one, Shadugir is another, and "The Ripper" Bamm......

"That's right! I don't know how Lamb negotiated with his own agent, though I'm sure the weird guy won't be leaving anytime soon. Carbine said softly, and even remembered his social network page for a while, because this kind of transfer news is getting more and more powerful, and the most basic thing is to care about the emotions of the fans.

As soon as Kirbine clicked on the social networking page, he pouted as he saw with his own eyes that the latest update on the page had more than 20,000 people, and after reading further, he knew that the fans were concerned about his movements over the transfer.

In order to be the most basic appeasement, Cabine updated a piece of content, and deliberately wrote a tasteful sentence in Spanish: "For the next half season, we will fight together, friends! Are you ready?"

Instead of paying attention to the fans' reactions to the update, Carbine replied to Mr. Haas via text message again: "Mr. Haas! I'm sure you've received the news that just this summer, the old men on the board of directors of the Granada team might be counting the bills in the pool!" (To be continued......)