The Young Lion

At the beginning of the Lantern Festival, East London is more like the hustle and bustle of the opening of the market than West London with neon flashing tall buildings.

In a bar with a small bar area, two or three guests gather together for a drink and talk. The TV on the bar replays the Premier League game that ended more than an hour ago. The boss is a black man who is nearly thirty years old. He wears a slim waiter The clothing wipes the wine glass behind the bar. If a customer orders wine, he immediately puts down the glass to serve the customer. He behaves politely, and occasionally chats with the guests.

Aldridge still wore the suit for directing the game in the afternoon. When he pushed open the bar door and walked in, there was a coaxing sound immediately.

"Hey, look at who this is?"

Brady laughed at the pool table deep in the bar, and his words attracted everyone's attention.

"WOW, Aldridge, you did a good job. Keeping up with this momentum, we will definitely play the Premier League next year!"

The unfamiliar uncle gave Aldrich his thumbs drunkenly.

"Mr. Hall, I like Larson. He is different. He reminds me of Teddy. Will he stay at Millwall? We can't always sell good players to other teams!"

A young man in his early twenties ran to Aldridge and mumbled.

Does Larson now remind Millwall fans of Sheringham?

Maybe, Aldridge doesn't care. He has no special feelings for Sheringham. Even if Sheringham went to Manchester United, in fact, the number of goals per year seems to be too far away from the top scorers.

Aldridge patiently chatted with everyone who came up to say hello to him, and then he sat down in front of the bar, looked at the black man behind the bar, and laughed: "The bar business is good, don't you please please Rise up?"

In that teasing smile, the black boss poured Aldridge a small glass of whiskey, and said gently: "The other guys have gone to dinner, and later, I am probably too busy to come alone, just now The peak period has passed."

Aldridge thoughtfully glanced at the TV in the bar. The previous peak period should be the time to broadcast the Premier League.

The bar owner is Aldridge’s old acquaintance: Sand.

Starting from a video store, eight years later, Aldridge became the head coach, and Sander also owns a bar industry.

Aldridge drank a glass of whiskey, and then said to Sand: "Here I stole foreign signals to broadcast the Premier League game. Sooner or later, the Football Association will check it. If someone comes to check it, you just put it away. Once you go to court, the lawsuit can drag you to bankruptcy."

Sande nodded softly.

Not only his bar, almost all British bars will use signal-stealing technology to illegally broadcast the Premier League, and Sky TV’s sale of the Premier League’s broadcasting rights to other countries is almost a tens of millions of pounds of contracts, but satellites of other European countries There are loopholes in the signal encryption technology.

Bar owners like Sander can buy the Premier League hacking technology from the black market for a few hundred pounds. Then, on every live broadcast day, guests only need to pay 1 pound to enter the Premier League to watch the Premier League. The accompanying wine profit is very considerable.

Aldrich mentioned a sentence and took a bottle of beer to the depths of the bar, where two billiard tables were placed. Brady and other friends were playing billiards. When Aldridge came over, Brady put the ball The shot was thrown to him, and he smiled: "Milwall is awesome today."

Aldridge threw his blazer on the chair aside, put the bottle on the billiard table, and then played snooker.

After the batting, Aldridge straightened up, Fred of Nigerian descent handed a lit cigarette, and Aldridge took it home and sucked it up.

Fred hugged his shoulders and smiled, "Audridge, you haven't changed at all."

Aldridge pushed him away and scolded: "Grass, how long have you not taken a bath? I'm smoked to death."

Hahahaha, the young people around laughed.

Aldridge, who returned to London a few months ago for the first time to meet his friends, chatted with them while playing billiards, smoking and drinking, talking about women, and so on, just as they used to.

As time passed, more and more guests came to the bar for a drink at night. At this time, Aldridge was no longer striking because he took off his suit, unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt, and removed his tie. Holding a beer bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other, he chatted with Brady Fred and others, laughing and chatting like the carefree young people who have not yet stepped into society.

"You say my team is useless? Saul, do you **** know football? Lao Tzu's team has washed Derby County with four goals this afternoon. You said Derby County has an advantage? Shit! Then they didn't score a goal. ?Do you know what an advantage is? If you can't score, you can't win, the advantage is nonsense!"

Aldrich said spittingly on the pool table. Saul was speechless in front of him. The others were all in a playful look. In the past twenty minutes or so, they had seen Aldrich. Strange boastful ability.

Aldridge brags even more excitedly, but suddenly finds that the little friends in front of him all look weird, and Brady grins a grin.

Aldridge, who closed his mouth with a suspicious expression, had not recovered, and suddenly someone jumped on his back behind him, strangled his neck, and a crisp female voice came from his ear.

"My God, it's really you, Aldridge! How come you still come to such a place? Don't you already live in a mansion and wear a suit now?"

Aldrich felt two **** of soft meat on his back. Although he was separated by clothes, he still had a wonderful touch. The arm that strangled his neck was smooth and soft, and a scent of fragrance ran into his nose.

In an instant, Aldridge knew who the man was on his back, and he turned his backhand behind him and squeezed **** the man's full buttocks.

There was an exclamation in his ear, and the man jumped from Aldridge's back. Aldridge turned around and saw the young girl wearing women's sports casual clothes and hearty short hair, The delicate facial features form a pleasing look on the face of melon seeds.

"Aldrich! You really changed, hooligan!"

The girl bulged her cheeks and stared at Aldridge blushing, but there was no irritation in her eyes, but a touch of complex relief.

Aldridge stepped forward and raised his hand to grab the girl’s full chest. He laughed exaggeratedly: "Yi Wen, you have changed too! You are right, I am a hooligan!"

Evan Lowell exuded youthful energy, she would not let Aldridge succeed, moved two steps to the side and made a face to Aldridge, said: "I heard that it was held at home on your birthday Party, hum, you are so rich now, it must be easy to play with supermodels?"

Aldridge froze for a moment, then asked: "How do you know that my birthday party has been held?"

Suddenly, Ewen was speechless, his expression slightly flustered, his eyes dodged: "Anyway, I just know."

"I'll get wine."

Ewen hurriedly turned around and ran to the bar, Aldridge turned around and only heard Brady laugh: "On your birthday, she went to your house with the cake she made. Your mother said you haven't come back, home. A lot of guests came, and she left the cake and left."

"Huh? My family drove her away?"

Aldrich wondered, he didn’t think his family had become snobbish, not to mention Brady, Fred, Yiwen and so on. These young people have been the neighbors of the Hall family since childhood. Everyone lives in the same community, not only It’s children, and adults also know each other.

Brady shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You misunderstood, your mother kept her to stay, but you also know that the kind of high society party, we are not comfortable at all. Fortunately, you have not become that kind of person ."

Aldridge smiled bitterly and did not know how to answer the question, saying that he will always be a little boy on the street?

Yiwen returned with a beer, and she couldn't see the pretending to be a lady in her body. In the past ten years, she was like a tomboy, mingling with these boys.

"Aldrich, come with me for a revenge."

Aldridge smiled and turned to poke his ass, then turned back and said with a smile: "If you have revenge, come casually, please don't use too much force on your hand."

"Screw you!"

Ewen flew a foot to Aldridge's ass, but fortunately Aldridge hid quickly...