Today is Sunday. Zhuo Yang practiced piano all morning. After that, he ran to the school infirmary to change the gauze on his head. The strong young man has super fast self-healing and recovery ability, and his wounds are thick and thick.
The first floor, after two days of dismantling the line, nothing happened. My stomach was a little rumbling. I remembered that I said I wanted to invite Cheng Hao to dinner yesterday. Anyway, there was no training in the afternoon, Zhuo Yang took out his business card and called the phone.
"Is Cheng Hao? I, Zhuo Yang. This is my mobile phone number. Do you remember it? Have you eaten it?" It's always so cooked.
"...Hi, I just stuffed two hot dogs into my stomach and was still full. But it should be fine to eat some more with you." Cheng Hao was also a little carefree.
"That's right, you can't let it watch, right? Two glasses? Can you drink alcohol?" You can always drink if you can't eat.
"Damn, I'm from Xinjiang!" Cheng Hao was not polite at all.
"Hahahahaha..." Zhuo Yang laughed happily: It's about appetite, this guy is definitely about appetite.
"Hahahahaha..." Cheng Hao also laughed out loud on the other end: It's about appetite, this Zhuo Yangting is about appetite.
Before the two of them had formally contacted each other, they felt their relationship.
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According to Zhuo Yang's instructions, the two met in the "Peninsula Iron Box" bar. Because they were a big bald head and gauze was covered with light bulbs, Zhuo Yang, who always liked to be stinky, wore a dark gray hamburger-style top hat today
It looks quite stylish. Li Xiaoqing bought the hat for him when he was just in the beginning of spring, and the eldest lady thought this one matched Zhuo Yang.
There were only three people in the bar in the afternoon, which was very suitable for chatting and eating. Zhuo Yang introduced his boss Big SB to Cheng Hao, and the big reporter couldn't help but complain and talk in his heart for the strange nickname Grantham.
Yang winked and shrilled, Cheng Hao told Big SB how much he looked for in Chinese without saying a word.
"Go!" Zhuo Yang and Cheng Hao picked up the large beer glass. Of course, it was impossible to kill it in one go. The slogan was the slogan. Zhuo Yang was eating steak bibimbap, as if he was eating a cover. Cheng Hao poured himself a drink.
The two of them started chatting while eating and drinking.
Cheng Hao did not do a question-and-answer interview seriously, such things are actually suitable for the studio. The two of them were just a complete chat. Cheng Hao talked about how he went to Germany to Yang Chen and Xie Hui, and he also talked about his construction in Xinjiang since he was a child.
Life in the Corps. Zhuo Yang talked about why he became a professional player by chance and how to deal with the relationship between academics and football.
The more the two of them talked, they became more and more speculative, and they slowly got out of football, and they were free from all over the world.
"I started early this morning and this phone has not stopped. There is my front page on Sports. Did you do it?" Zhuo Yang kept answering the phone early in the morning, my parents and sister,
My friends, buddies and classmates all said that he had entered the newspaper.
"That's right, I sent it. I'll decide you in the future." Cheng Hao didn't beat around the bush and told Zhuo Yang straightforwardly about his purpose. He could also see that Zhuo Yang is actually a very easy-to-deal person, and the prerequisite is
You have to be tempted by his temper.
"Okay, that's easy to say. You go to the club with me tomorrow, and I'll introduce you to Chairman Mullen and Klopp..." After saying this, Zhuo Yang realized that he and the coach were still turning against each other.
Cheng Hao was so comfortable when he heard this: True righteousness! With the help of alcohol, he patted his chest and said, "Zhuo Yang, I dare not say anything else. As long as I am still here, there will be no such thing as the "Sports Weekly" in China.
A piece of news that is unfavorable to you, the manuscript I sent back is guaranteed to be full of good things about you."
Zhuo Yang likes to listen to these words, and everyone likes to listen to them. "I believe this, let's get along with each other. If you don't want to be Cheng Hao, don't you say that your reporter's reports should be objective and true?" Zhuo Yang joked a little deliberately.
"Zhuo Yang, you don't know that nowadays journalists dare to say anything and make up anything. The bullshit objectivity is just a fucking fear that the world will not be in chaos. As long as it can attract attention, there is nothing they dare not do.
Black and white, good and bad guys are all good and bad guys, and Wufeng will have to make a big wave. Let me tell you this. As long as you can avoid making up rumors, you will be considered a very conscientious good reporter. Besides,
I didn’t say I was not objective and true? I call it selective reporting.”
"Haha, no wonder everyone said that you reporters were pulled out and lined up to kill them. I dare not say if there are any wronged people. More than half of them should have been killed." Zhuo Yangle couldn't help but say: "Hey, what's wrong with you? What do you mean?
Selective reporting? Combined with how ugly I am, I dare not see anyone.”
"Get up, gamble up! You don't know how bad the domestic reporters are. They may be able to get famous in order to win! But by then, I will be able to charge for you." This is Cheng
Hao's experience is that the darkness of Chinese football is not only in football itself, but also in football media, soccer media does not allow Nanshan carbon at all.
In the later conflict between Zhuo Yang and the Chinese Football Association, the Sports Weekly written by Cheng Hao always waved the flag and shouted for Zhuo Yang in public opinion, helping Zhuo Yang resisted a lot of malicious speculation and moral kidnapping.
"Then I won't pay attention to other reporters in the future. You are mine. Oh yes, the royal reporter!..." The two were chatting in a hot mood, and Zhuo Yang's phone rang. It was Li Xiaoqing.
"...I'm next to you... Big SB......I'll introduce you to a friend..."
Not much effort, Li Xiaoqing rushed in.
"Zhuo Yang, I read the newspaper, you asked a grandson to open the bag yesterday?... I took off my hat and let my sister see..." Li Xiaoqing's concern on her face was not pretending at all.
"Hey, it's okay, nothing happened, just nodded."
"It's scary to read the newspaper. Let's go, I'll take you some good supplements. Which country does grandson come from? I'll find someone to vent your anger, and it's a waste of him."
"No, don't worry, don't take matters on the football field to the court, football should be solved with football." Zhuo Yang quickly stopped him. He knew that Li Xiaoqing was definitely not talking casually, and he was absolutely capable: "
Don't be surprised, come and sit in front of me, I have friends."
Only then did Li Xiaoqing notice Cheng Hao next to him, Cheng Hao quickly stood up: "Hello, I am a reporter from our domestic Sports Weekly. My name is Cheng Hao. Are you Zhuo Yang's girlfriend?"
"No!" Zhuo Yang and Li Xiaoqing spoke in unison.
When Li Xiaoqing heard that he was a sports reporter, she didn't take it seriously. Apart from this intersection with Zhuo Yang, she didn't care much about all sports: "Reporter? Remember to give Zhuo Yang more positive publicity, and those in China
The goods are different. Also, don’t mention me in your report. If anyone causes trouble for you, don’t blame me for not reminding you?"
Cheng Hao was a little confused when he heard Li Xiaoqing's words: Who is this? Why is he so excited? He was so angry.
Zhuo Yang quickly said, "Don't, Miss Xiaoqing, I know you feel sorry for me, but am I okay? Relieve the fire, I will play the piano for you later." Li Xiaoqing immediately breeze blew on his face. Zhuo Yang met Cheng Hao again
Said: "This is my good friend, Li Xiaoqing. Don't mention her in the report, her identity... is a bit special."
Cheng Hao nodded and agreed first, but still muttered in his heart: Who is this person? His identity is special? Judging from his appearance, he is either a singer or a movie star. Why don’t he remember it?
Chapter completed!