From the Country Team To the Rich

  Chapter 504 Brewing

  On the outskirts of Berlin, a manor.

  This is an extremely vast estate with dense greenery and an internal golf course.

  In the golf course, a middle-aged man of about 50 years old is playing golf.

  He swings hard, hitting the golf ball extremely far.

  The next second, everyone around applauded.

   "Samoor, your skills have improved!"

  A man in a black suit smiled and applauded.

  His name is Fritz Kady, the former Secretary-General of the Office of the President of the German Football Association, and Samor’s right-hand man.

  Samoor handed the club to his assistant, the corners of his mouth were slightly cocked, and he was obviously very satisfied with the shot.

  The two walked forward side by side, and the assistant behind them quickly followed.

   "Are there any actions from the Football Association?" Samer asked from a distance, looking out.

  Kaidi said: "The Football Association is still supporting 50+1, and they want to take back the right to manage the Bundesliga. They are intensifying the conflict between the Football Association and the club."

Samer nodded and said: "Hedes came prepared this time. They have been preparing since the club meeting at the beginning of the season. Although they don't know the specific content, they always feel that they are plotting something for us. Things you don't know."

  Kaidi nodded and said; "Now we put out the 50+1 contradiction, and then cleverly use the method of recycling rights to divert the contradiction. This is a little different from the previous situation and style of Herdes!"

   Hearing this, Samor smiled slightly and said; “Of course it’s different, he is just the puppet on the table!”

   "Herdes is a puppet?" Caddy was taken aback, and said; "Then who is controlling the line?"

  Samoor was silent for a while, and said: "I'm not sure, but don't you think it is weird?"

   "What's weird?"

   "Hoffenheim is too quiet!"

  Kady blinked, and immediately said in a mistake: "Do you think that Chinese is doing a ghost?"

After that, Katie said funny; "Samoor, I admit that the Chinese is really difficult to deal with. He is the culprit who drove us out of the Football Association, but this does not mean that he can make Herdes willing to obey his orders. ."

  Samoor smiled; "As long as there are enough benefits. What if it is a benefit that Munich 1900 can't refuse?"

Kaidi frowned, and then slowly shook his head: "I still think it's impossible. I know, he kicked you from the position of chairman of the Football Association, which makes you always worry about it. But, man, you have to know one thing, here is Germany!"

  Samoor exhaled and said; "Okay, man, we won't discuss this. What happened to what I asked you to prepare last time?"

  Kady nodded and said: "I have contacted several local football associations, but they are not very willing to hold high-level meetings to vote of no confidence in Jurgen Bauer."

  "This guy did a good job. Germany has improved in the World Cup and the European Cup. If there is no confusion, his position is difficult to shake."

  Samoor laughed; "There will be chaos soon."

  Kady curiously asked; "How do you know?"

  Samoor picked up the ball on the ground and straightened it, standing sideways, spreading his feet, and swinging fiercely.

bump! !

  The golf ball was hit again.

  At the same time, Samor’s voice came over.

   "Intuition!"

  Zhang Xian left from the headquarters of the Football Association, Hudes invited him to dinner, but Zhang Xian declined.

  He is going to receive an important guest.

  This is also Hoffenheim’s largest transfer operation so far.

  It’s just that the guests interviewed this time were a bit difficult.

  Marguerite, the general manager of Stanford, the right-hand man of the Russian predator, has followed the Russian predator for many years with extremely tough methods.

  Don't look at it as a woman, but in the Premier League, she is a well-known "Iron Lady". Many leading transfers have made Stanford a lot of money.

   has the qualifications to bring the Italian spherical Benjamin to Stanford in one hand. His status at Stanford does not belong to Zhang Hoffenheim at all.

  Zhang Xian came directly to Berlin Airport to wait.

  At around four o'clock in the afternoon, at the exit, start to walk out of the crowd.

  Zhang is now leaning against the railing, holding a sign that says "Marguerite" in his hand.

  Not long after, he saw a fashionable woman wearing a black trench coat, brown wavy curly hair and sunglasses, stepping out on high heels.

  The woman has a beautiful face and outstanding temperament, which can be recognized at a glance in the crowd.

  The whole body exudes the temperament of a strong woman.

  At the exit, the woman seemed to be looking for something. After a while, she saw Zhang Xian.

  Tap!

  High heels stepped on the floor, making a crisp movement.

  Marguerite came to Zhang's appearance, took off her sunglasses, smiled, and stretched out her hand; "Unexpectedly, you will come in person. I am glad to meet you, Mr. Tyrant of Hoffenheim!"

  Zhang Xian raised his eyebrows slightly and stretched out his hand with a smile; "Hello, the iron lady of the Premier League."

  The two smiled knowingly, and shook hands both lightly and lightly.

  Immediately, Zhang Xian led Marguerite out of the airport.

   However, the two did not go to the underground parking lot.

  When Zhang Xian led Margarita on the side of the road, playing a taxi, the woman behind him was obviously a little messy.

   "No. Special car?"

  Marguerite's slightly stunned voice came.

  Zhang Xian turned his head and glanced, and smiled; “Sorry, I need to deal with some things in Berlin, and I don’t have time to rent a special car. Please feel wronged.”

  Marguerite raised her eyebrows and smiled; "This can be understood as, is this Hoffenheim's attitude towards customers?"

  Zhang Xian has already hit the car. He opened the door of the back seat and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, we are a group of hillbillies and we have never seen the world."

  Marguerite pursed her mouth slightly, and walked into the taxi shortly.

  Zhang is now sitting in the co-pilot, and the vehicle is rapidly advancing towards the city.

  About half an hour later, the two appeared in a private hall.

   Seeing the high-end decoration of the private hall, Marguerite nodded slightly.

  Under the guidance of the waiter, the two walked into the private room reserved by Zhang Xian.

  Zhang Xian ordered some more food and asked; "What wine to drink?"

  Marguerite said; "Red wine!"

  Zhang Xian said to the waiter; "I remember Michelle has a bottle of red wine here. Bring it up. If you have any questions, you can call him. My name is Zhang Xian!"

  After speaking, he continued; "I am adding a bottle of dark beer, thank you!"

After waiting for the waiter to leave, the room fell silent.

  Marguerite is looking at Zhang Xian.

  Zhang Xian lowered his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

  Neither of them spoke, and the room seemed extremely depressed.

  After a while, Marguerite suddenly said; "You are not a gentleman at all, are you like tyrants?"

  Zhang Xian raised his head and smiled; "I thought Iron Lady wouldn't mind this."

  Marguerite narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Well, I won't call you a tyrant, and you don't call me Iron Lady."

  Zhang Xian shrugged and said, "I have no opinion!"

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