The Young Lion

Thursday, early morning.

Aldridge’s home was open, the London police blocked it, and three police cars were parked on the wide road. In addition, dense news interview vehicles gathered here.

Several TV reporters reported live on the camera.

The BBC female reporter is in the best position. Behind her is the police cordon. She is opening her door to Aldridge. The police are in and out to investigate and collect evidence.

"The latest news is that the English national team coach and Premier League club Millwall coach and owner Audridge Hall, who led Millwall to Portugal yesterday for the Champions League game, returned home early in the morning and found his home stolen. Now the police Investigation is under way now. According to insiders, Mr. Hall may have lost very valuable property because he panicked when he called the police and had a conflict with the community security guard a few hours ago. He blamed the security guard for his negligence. Fortunately, When Mr. Hall left London, his two sons were at his parents’ house, and his girlfriend who lived with him happened to be back at his parents’ house, avoiding encounters with burglary criminals, resulting in more tragic things, We will continue to follow up on this incident at the scene..."

Aldridge was robbed of his bag on the street. This time, he was hit by burglary for the first time.

Naturally, he wouldn’t preach too much to get all the reporters, but the British reporters have their eyes open. The “informers” in the reporter’s mouth may come from the police, or from the community’s property management. The ghost knows where to get the news. Anyway, this night , A lot of people are busy.

Especially on Fleet Street, it's really flying, and it's even busier than Aldridge.

The editors who worked overtime to finalize the news content of today’s newspapers all went overtime. The opponent’s employees said basically the same, clamoring every second: “All the UEFA Champions League reports were withdrawn from the front page and replaced by Aldrich Hall’s bastard’s home. Stolen news!"

To be honest, Aldridge is a **** in the eyes of many newspaper heads on Fleet Street!

After so many years, the interview has been rejected countless times, can you not hate it?

So, starting from the headquarters of the news media company on Fleet Street, the news began to spread out.

"Aldrich Hall's bastard's house was stolen! Headline!"

"Aldrich Hall was stolen from that bastard's house! Hahaha, retribution!"

"Aldrich Hall..."

Every company is busy editing this news. In the early morning, the whole of England, and even other parts of Europe, got the latest news from all sources: Aldrich Hall’s home was stolen!

On the three poles of the day, Aldridge slept on the bed in a shirt and trousers. He came to Arthur's house when it was dawning. There has always been his room here. Although the bed is a bit small, he has no problem sleeping alone. .

When I was awakened by the phone, Aldridge picked up his private phone. Celebrities would prepare at least two mobile phones, one for ordinary work and communication, and the other only the most intimate people know.

The phone he uses for work is now turned off, which is the practice before he goes to bed, and his private phone is on.

He grabbed the phone from the table and put it in his ear. He still closed his eyes, and his consciousness gradually became sober.

"Aldrich, good news. I have negotiated with the insurance company. They cannot recover the lost property within three months. They will compensate you for all the losses."

It is normal for property to be insured at home. As long as Aldrich is not cheating, the insurance company has its own team to do the same job as the police. Because the insurance company does not trust the efficiency of the police, they can recover the lost property and avoid loss. If they can’t get it back, they will settle the claim as usual.

Aldridge shouted to the phone in a low voice: "Andrew, this is good news for shit! I don’t want money, I want my past, my medal of honor, my history proves! Fuck! You’re not Are there so many friends? There is no such thing as a mafia father in London?"

"Uh, there are a lot of gangsters, I also know a lot of gangsters in suits, but there are more than 5 million people in London..."

Doodle doodle.

Aldridge hung up the phone.

Looking at the time, after sleeping for less than 6 hours, he was woken up by the phone and couldn't sleep anymore. He took the cigarette and ashtray from the table. He leaned on the bedside with the cigarette in one hand and the ashtray in the other. The expression was slightly decadent and swallowed clouds and mists.

Speaking of which, he has never deposited any valuables at home. Unlike some rich people, he will hide Jinshan and Yinshan at home. For example, some bonds with an anonymous value of more than 10 million pounds. At home, he will put some cash. It’s more than tens of thousands of pounds. If you want to say what’s the most expensive at home, it must be the car in the garage, but one of the cars in the house hasn’t been lost, and the car keys are hanging in the window on the garage wall. I never thought that I came to steal the car, and it was inconvenient to steal the car. You can overturn the wall when you leave the community, but you can’t drive the car to fly over the wall. You must take the right path. And the risk of tracking is greatly increased.

What did he lose?

A few pieces of watches, Ewen's jewelry, these all add up to more than 100,000 pounds, and these Aldridge don't care. If they are lost, they will complain to the property at best. Certainly not.

However, he lost a safe.

Unlike some stars, Aldridge will set up a special exhibition room at home to decorate his honor trophies and medals carefully and display them. Guests can come home to visit, and the host can also take the opportunity to show off.

Aldrich also did not understand what his motive was. He stored all the medals he had received in the safe.

Maybe he feels that he is not young enough to exhibit these. He may think that the villa will not be his residence forever. His destination should be somewhere else, so that the underlying consciousness is unclear, but it affects his reality. action.

How much is the medal worth?

In his eyes, material value is negligible.

Simply speaking, the cost of materials is not pure gold. How much is it worth?

But if it is an auction, it is really valuable, because the value of the medals is not in the cost of workmanship, but in the fact that these medals belong to the "relics" of the football circle!

For example, the Champions League medal, the champion medal in 1998, how many pieces are there? Each piece carries its historical significance. It is unique. If Aldridge has nothing in the future, if he takes out a medal and auctions, he can instantly become a millionaire again.

But for him, these medals are like a proof of his past existence, and each piece represents his efforts during that period, condensing struggle, passion, friendship, happiness, bitterness, hardship... everything.

He doesn’t care about how others treat the medals. Mourinho can throw the medals to the fans. That’s Mourinho’s style. It’s not about Audric. If it’s not for his consent, strangers touch it, he thinks It is a kind of tarnish. He once gave a medal to Aguero, but he felt that it would make that medal more meaningful in his own heart, because that medal is likely to inspire Aguero's growth. If it does come true, it will have a different kind of wonderful taste when recalled in the future, instead of being **** and destroyed by robbers, sold, circulated on the black market, or bought by a wealthy rich.

Aldridge was in a terrible mood. After smoking two cigarettes, he got up and walked into the bathroom in the bedroom to bathe and shave. He quickly recovered from the spirit of the past, still handsome and smiling, he smiled at the mirror He smiled, looking a bit bitter. He raised his hands to fiddle with his expression, making him look natural and soft.

Burt and Earl were also in the villa. As a man and father, when he was alone, he was sad, angry, sad, even crying, but in front of his family, he must show his due gesture, No way, who made him a man?

When he came out of the bedroom and it was time for lunch, he went downstairs. In the dining room, Arthur and Amelia were sitting at the dining table, and Burt and Earl were sitting there, eating honestly, two little guys. I don’t know the theft at home. I guess I still have to stay here today. God knows how long the London police will investigate and collect evidence.

Seeing Aldridge go downstairs, Burt called out: "Dad, why are you getting up now?"

Aldridge laughed and said: "Because I am like you today, I have become a lazy worm and want to sleep more in bed."

"I'm not lazy. When I got up, you were still sleeping, scratching your feet, and you didn't respond."

"Hah, do you dare to play tricks on me? Don't be guilty."

Aldridge said that when he came to Burt, his hands tickled him, and Earl helped Burt, left the seat to fight back, and scratched Aldridge's armpit.

For a while, Aldridge kissed the foreheads of his two sons and sat down at the table.

"Oh, there are steaks today, so good, I'll go get a bottle of red wine."

Aldridge got up again and walked to the basement. There was a room for wine storage below. When he returned, he poured himself a glass and walked to Arthur and asked, "Do you want it?"

From the beginning, Aldridge felt strange. Arthur's expression was very serious, his head was down, his mouth was full of words, and he could not hear clearly.

At this moment, Arthur suddenly turned around and stood up, with a very solemn expression, and slapped on Aldridge's shoulder with one hand, with a heavy tone: "Boy, I have confidence in you!"

Aldridge was confused and opened his mouth slightly, feeling inexplicable for Arthur's tone of commitment.

Amelia showed an impatient expression and pouted: "Crazy!"

Before Aldridge asked questions, Arthur got up and walked to Burt, pressed one hand on Burt's shoulder, and used that heavy tone: "Boy, I have faith in you!"

Aldridge froze with a bottle of expression, and saw Arthur walking to Earl again, repeating the actions and words just now.

Earl spoke, and the little guy stretched his face with a pretense seriousness and lengthened his voice in a deep voice. happy."

"this is?"

Aldrich turned his head to look at Amelia, but saw Amelia impatiently: "He is making a movie, and he has a neuropathy. I looked at it. He had three lines and practiced for almost three months. The sentence just now is one of them. Oh, what Earl said, it should be your line, no, it’s the line you should play."

Aldridge suddenly realized that his expression was relieved. For a moment, he really thought Arthur had a neuropathy.

After Arthur and Earl finished the line, the grandfather and grandson made a high-five gesture to celebrate, and then the old hooligan returned to his true color, with a beating smile turned around and walked towards Aldridge.

"Dine, eat, Aldridge, come and come, have a drink, have a drink, don't be upset, I won't go anywhere today, and drink with you at home."

Aldrich just poured him the wine, and Arthur suddenly looked up and asked, "How did I play just now?"

"Not so much, it's more like the last words of life and death."

"No? Is that still to be improved? Child, child? Child!..."

He began to immerse himself in the world of performing arts.

Amelia rolled her eyes and lamented: "My God, is there anything left? Ask me to say, just find a serious actor to play him."