Golden Greenery

"Zhuoyang, politics is full of hypocrisy and filth, deceit and greed are everywhere, and I live in intrigues and intrigues every day. I really hate it all. However, in my position, I have to continue."

"I don't want to speak for the country and the Italian people at this time, but my PepsiCo group, my Forza party and the right-wing alliance, I must be responsible for them. This is my responsibility."

For a person with such a high status, the head of government of one of the eight Western countries, with an age gap that can be considered a grandfather, Berlusconi can say such words to Zhuo Yang without any secret, which is definitely considered sincere.

"Prime Minister, it's not easy for you." Zhuo Yang was a little moved and a little flattered. "People can't help themselves in the world. We should understand you more."

Berlusconi smiled solemnly: "Zhuoyang, actually I envy people like you and Mauri." Mauri is a close friend of Prime Minister Berlusconi, the director of the piano department of the Milan University of Music and the famous pianist Maurizio Poli Ni. Three years ago, Zhuoyang was finally able to transfer to AC Milan. Master Pollini made great efforts, and his status as a guest researcher was also promised by Master Pollini.

"You and Mao Li are both pure people, living clean and clear lives. I have many political allies and many business partners, but I like to make friends like Mao Li the most. Chatting with him and talking about everything Art makes me very relaxed. I don’t have to worry about being caught when I speak. I don’t have to calculate anything and I’m not afraid of being plotted by others. So from the outside world, Mao Li and I have nothing in common, but he is my best friend. Personal friend.”

"Zhuoyang, can we two be friends?"

No matter the expression, tone or body language, one can fully feel that Berlusconi's words clearly came from the heart, which moved Zhuo Yang even more. "Prime Minister……"

Berlusconi waved his hand. "Call me Silvio."

"... Silvio, I... am honored." At this moment, Zhuo Yang really felt that the outside world had too many misunderstandings about Berlusconi, and even felt that Barbara was a little harsh on her father.

"Zhuoyang, you are a great young man, very good. It has been 23 years since I bought AC Milan, and I can now clearly say that you are the best value for money and the most successful player in Milan in these 23 years. Introduction.”

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Silvio."

"Twenty-three years ago! At that time, Milan was just a mediocre team, which had just come up from Serie B. At that time, I was as big as Baresi now, and Baresi is like you now. Likewise, Maldini is still just an 18-year-old boy."

"Twenty-three years have passed, Baresi has grown old, Maldini has retired, and I have become the same. But I created the Milan dynasty and the current Milan empire. I am proud to say that these 20 years have passed. For three years, AC Milan was the most successful football club in the world."

"Yes! There is no doubt about it." Zhuo Yang decisively agreed with Berlusconi's view. "Silvio, this is all because of you." No matter which angle you analyze it from, there is no doubt that Berlusconi has been Milan's biggest contributor in the past 23 years.

"Thank you for saying that. Zhuoyang, you and Baresi, Maldini, Basten, Rijkaard, Weah, Sheva, Kaká, and others, you are also Milan. hero."

"Silvio, without you, Milan would not be what it is today."

"Alas, I don't know if God is willing to give me another twenty-three years.

It's probably very difficult. I am seventy-three years old this year, so old that I can’t even believe it. I always feel like it was just yesterday that I kissed Carla for the first time, but in the blink of an eye I am seventy-three years old. "

Carla is Berlusconi's first wife and the mother of Marina and Pierre. Berlusconi fell in love with Carla when he was 25, and they lived together for 20 years.

"Zhuoyang, I don't know if I can live another 23 years, but I hope that AC Milan will still be so brilliant in the next 23 years, and in every 23 years from now on. Zhuoyang, I love AC Milan. "

"Zhuo Yang, my friend, please tell Silvio now, will you stay in Milan forever? Will you stay in Milan until you retire like Baresi and Maldini?"

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The summer sun shines in Milan. The huge dome cornices at the four corners of the San Siro Stadium reflect the brilliant and intoxicating red. The emerald green waves of Milanello are quiet and peaceful. The vast Lake Como is sparkling, like diamonds sprinkled all over the water.

The sunlight covered the red brick roofs of Bergamo's private estate, and also pulled the branches and leaves of fir trees and oaks into the living room windows, falling to the floor like silhouettes.

With his nose smelling the sweetness and comfort of the Mediterranean sun, Zhuo Yang could not answer Berlusconi's question. "Silvio, I..."

Berlusconi waved his hand, nodded with a smile and said: "Zhuoyang, there is no moral kidnapping, no imposed loyalty, only friends, only your friend Silvio."

"Maybe... it's difficult..." Facing such an elder who regarded him as a confidant friend, Zhuo Yang couldn't prevaricate, tell lies, or look around to avoid the topic. Although there is no very good reason, Zhuoyang has never thought about playing in Milan forever. It is difficult for him to stay in Milan forever like Baresi and Maldini.

Zhuoyang didn't want to deceive Berlusconi, but he felt a little guilty when he said it.

"Zhuoyang, thank you for being honest. You consider Silvio a friend." Berlusconi nodded kindly. "A club like AC Milan needs a flag-bearer and a spiritual leader in the locker room and on the court. Franco Baresi is such a flag-bearer, and so is Paolo Maldini. They have made outstanding contributions to Milan. , without them there would not be the glory of Milan."

Having said that, Berlusconi never mentioned why he was indifferent to Baresi and Maldini's "deplorable evening", as if there was no such thing at all.

"Zhuoyang, you are also such a flag-bearer. In Madiburg you were the leader there, and you did a good job in Milan. I originally thought you would take over Maldini's flag, just like you did in Madiburg. , like Baresi and Maldini.”

Berlusconi's mention of Fort Madi deepened Zhuo Yang's guilt. Guided by the atmosphere of the conversation and Berlusconi's tone, Zhuo Yang now felt that he had let down Madiburg, just like he had let down love. Now that he said he would not stay in Milan forever, he also let down Milan and Berlusconi.

"Silvio, I..." At this moment, Zhuo Yang had the urge to promise to stay in Milan forever.

Berlusconi interrupted him again with a wave of his hand. "Zhuoyang, I understand you because we are friends. I understand people like you and Mao Li very much. You are pure and magnanimous. This is what I like and appreciate most."

"Zhuoyang, Silvio understands you very well. However, Milan needs a standard-bearer, a standard-bearer who devotes his football life to AC Milan like Baresi and Maldini."

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