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Chapter 199 Milan City (please subscribe for the next update!)

Italy, Milan city, train station.

Paul Hilda was sitting in the driver's seat of the taxi. His eyes were empty and he looked a little listless.

A lyrical song came from the car radio, but it did nothing to calm the anger in his heart.

The Champions League final has ended for a full week.

But the topic of ‘Istanbul’ has no intention of ending at all.

The whole world has nailed AC Milan to the pillar of shame, and it is even more consistent with the "half-time champagne" trick. At this time, the city of Milan is already in a state of turmoil.

Paul Hilda's AC Milan fan, die-hard fan.

He has always believed that the entire city of Milan can only have AC Milan fans, and everyone else deserves to die.

However, now AC Milan is being criticized verbally and verbally so much that it can't hold its head up.

The legacy of Istanbul is too great.

The media's crusade, public opinion and the strange annoyance of the rivals in the same city keep the nerves of Milan fans always in a highly tense state.

In addition, AC Milan is not peaceful at this time.

With the occurrence of the ‘Istabul Massacre’.

The first team's collective silence disappeared.

Head coach Carlo Ancelotti came forward to make public relations adjustments, but the effect was minimal.

Fans didn't buy it.

Moreover, Shevchenko began to contact other teams, as if he was about to leave, which made AC Milan fans even more sensitive.

That's Shevchenko!

At present, AC Milan's most important arrow player is even regarded as the facade and top card.

Shevchenko's departure is not only a shame for AC Milan, but also a shame for the entire Serie A.

When other leagues talk about them, this guy scoffs and says ‘Look! What kind of top giant is a team that can't keep its representative players? ’

boom! ! !

Paul Hilda patted the steering wheel angrily and vented; "It's terrible!"

Click!

The door opened.

A fat woman walked into the back seat and said in smooth English: "223 Via Roma!"

Paul Hilda glanced at the other party through the rearview mirror and said, "Don't go to Roma Street."

The obese woman was obviously stunned for a moment and said angrily, "You are rejecting guests, so be careful and I will file a complaint against you."

Paul Hilda's fire was on fire.

"Complain! Fat woman! You Englishmen are all the same. The men are all bald and the women are fat women! You should be eating at home, not in Milan!"

The obese woman looked at Paul Hilda's ferocious expression and was obviously frightened.

She got out of the car cursing.

Paul Hilda was still unwilling to give up. He stuck his head out of the car window and continued to curse angrily;

"Fat bitch! No one will drive you, you should find those lowly Inter Milan fans! They will like fat pigs like you! Damn England!"

Nonsence! !

Paul Hilda spat hard out the window, and then she felt the irritability in her heart subsided slightly.

"Damn it! Nothing goes smoothly at all."

Paul Hilda cursed.

About five minutes later, there was the sound of the door opening again.

This time the voice was younger and spoke less fluent Italian.

"I'm going to Milanello."

Paul Hilda's expression improved slightly.

Milanello is the training base of AC Milan and also receives many tourists and fans during holidays.

Paul Hilda put the car into gear, glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "Please wear safety gear."

The sound stopped suddenly.

Squeak! !

As soon as the vehicle started, Paul Hilda slammed on the brakes, pulled on the handbrake, turned around and exclaimed.

His voice was a little sharp, and he was obviously overly frightened.

"Suke!!!——"

Suk was sitting in the back seat, looking at Paul Hilda with a blank look on his face.

"I'm Suk!"

Paul Hilda nodded fiercely; "Yes, you are Su Ke. Why are you here? Are you going to Milanello?"

He slowly opened his mouth and whispered; "God! Is this true?"

Suk sniffed and pressed down with one hand: "Slow down, my Italian is very poor!"

Paul Hilda suppressed his excitement and said word by word:

"You! Want! Go! Mi! Lan"

"Too slow!" Suk said angrily, rolling his eyes; "It's not that bad."

Paul Hilda smiled awkwardly.

"So, you are going to Milanello, you are joining Milan, right?"

Paul Hilda looked at Su Ke with a hopeful look.

This is Suk!

The attacking core of that Dinamo Zagreb team!

Youthful storm!

13 goals in the Champions League, Champions League Golden Boot, Champions League single-season goal holder.

These names are attached to Su Ke, who is already the most sought-after player in this summer window.

Today, the media is still discussing the issue of Suker's transfer.

It's just that under the media's irritation, they went to Chelsea today, approached Bayern Munich tomorrow, and then said they had reached an agreement of intent with AC Milan. The whole thing was very confusing.

Paul Hilda also paid attention to Suker's transfer.

He also fantasized about Suker joining AC Milan.

After all, Suker's performance at the San Siro Stadium conquered everyone.

Under Paul Hilda's earnest gaze, Suk nodded his head gently up and down.

Suk pointed at himself and then at Paul Hilda; "We are in the same group!"

Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

Paul Hilda instantly cheered excitedly.

pretty!

Well done! !

These guys in Milan finally did something good.

Excited, Paul Hilda opened the car door. He stood beside the car excitedly, raising his hands and cheering loudly.

His strange behavior attracted suspicious glances from those around him.

It wasn't until the traffic police at the station came to warn that Paul Hilda calmed down and got into the driver's seat.

Paul Hilda's expression suddenly became clear.

He shouted cheerfully; "Please wear your seat belt, destination is Milanello training base!"

Along the way, Paul Hilda kept introducing some famous attractions in Milan to Su Ke.

Suk also looked at the bustling streets and high-rise buildings in Milan through the car window.

He felt like he was walking from the countryside to the big city.

"Am I the first Milanese to receive you?" Paul Hilda asked.

Suk nodded: "You are the first!"

Paul Hilda turned around and gave a thumbs up; "Your Italian is great!"

Suk pointed forward: "Look ahead, it's dangerous!"

"Don't worry!" Paul Hilda smiled: "As a pure Rossoneri (red and black), we all know the location of the Milanello training ground. We can find it with our eyes closed!"

Paul Hilda smiled: "That's the direction of home."

But he saw Suk blinking, as if he didn't quite understand.

Paul Hilda; "Did I make it too complicated?"

Suk shook his head and gave a thumbs up.

Paul Hilda smiled happily.

Ten minutes later, the taxi arrived at the Milanello training ground.

Paul Hilda opened the car window, patted the car door, and shouted to the security guard: "Marcello, open the door, I will send someone over."

A security guard named Marcello came over. He looked at Paul Hilda and said seriously: "Paul, don't try to sneak in. The club's situation is very bad recently. Fans and media are not allowed to enter, and this holiday training base is also closed." I have no intention of opening it to the outside world, so who are you sending it to?"

Seeing Marcello's wary look, Paul Hilda smiled and said: "I'm not sending tourists, you see!"

The rear window rolled down slowly, and Su Ke showed a bright smile.

"Hello!"

Security guard Marcello's eyes instantly straightened.

He looked directly at Suk.

"Wait, he is Suke? Really or not? You want to send him inside? No, no, no, not send him inside. Sorry, Suk, my head is a little messed up, so I said."

Marcello looked at Suker; "You joined Milan?"

When Su Ke nodded, Marcello jumped up like a happy child.

He took off the door panel, pointed forward and said:

"Go! Paul, turn left and go directly to the office building. Ancelotti is there! Oh!! God!! I can't believe it!"

As the vehicle drove in, Su Ke saw that the security guard had taken out his phone and started making calls. Obviously he wanted to share the joy.

Soon, Suker stood in front of Ancelotti.

Ancelotti looked at Suker and touched his chin.

"I remember asking you to report before July 1st!"

Suk nodded.

Ancelotti glanced at the date.

"If I'm not mistaken, today is June 8th!"

Su Ke nodded again: "Yes, before July 1st!"

Ancelotti smiled bitterly; "So, you came here after a week? We haven't made an official announcement yet."

Ancelotti plans to announce Suker's transfer to AC Milan in the next few days.

By the way, I was diverting some attention from ‘Istanbul’, but I didn’t expect that Su Ke had already arrived.

boom!

The office door opened, and AC Milan sports director Dipu suddenly walked in, saying as he walked:

"Suke has arrived? Is this true?"

Dipper looked at Suk sitting on the sofa.

Suk stretched out his hand and smiled; "Hello, Mr. Dipper!"

Dipper subconsciously stretched out his hand: "Hello, why did you come so fast?"

Su Ke: "I have nothing to do over there, so I'm here!"

Ancelotti asked Dipp.

"How did you know?"

Dipu sighed: "The editor-in-chief of Milan Evening News called me. He asked if we had captured Suker. The news of Suker's appearance in Milan City has been posted on the Internet."

Ancelotti smiled and said: "Since we are already here, it's time to officially announce our joining. We will have a physical examination tomorrow and prepare to hold a press conference!"

Suk pointed to himself: "Where do I live?"

"You haven't found a place to live yet?"

Su Ke blinked: "I was supposed to arrive in a week, and Zolanqi will come tomorrow to look for housing. I came early."

Dipper: "Let's stay in the hotel first!"

Suk nodded: "Okay."

With that said, Suk took out his cell phone and turned it off.

"What are you doing?"

"Shut down!" Su Ke laughed; "Zoranqi knows how to curse!"

Dipper couldn't help laughing.

The employer acted without permission and arrived in Milan in advance, breaking the plan.

As an agent, you would be driven crazy!

In Germany, Zoranci's phone vibrated while he was negotiating for endorsements, and he received a text message.