The Godfather of Greenery

Chapter 62 The Desolate Ibrahimovic

There is a saying that says that blessings come without pairs, and misfortunes never come singly.

When Zlatan Ibrahimovic drove his awesome Mercedes-Benz sports car out of De Tokmoorster, at this moment, there was only one thought in his heart, to escape from Amsterdam, to escape from this city. It's almost like a place where he's going crazy.

The car sped fast on the road back to Oderkerk.

This is not a spacious city avenue, but a branch road with two directions and two versions. In addition, many residents living in Amstelveen and Oderkerke come in and out from this road. It is the rush hour for getting off work, so the cars I encountered along the way were all driving slowly, for fear of an accident if I was not careful.

Ibrahimovic was very anxious in his heart, honking his horn vigorously, crossing the zebra crossing in the middle of the two-way road non-stop along the way, always frightened the oncoming car on the opposite side to blare its horn, and he himself continued to drive towards the car after overtaking successfully. Go to the next car.

Oderkerke and Amstelveen South, at the north and south ends of the same road.

When Ibrahimovic's Mercedes-Benz came to the three-way intersection, it was about to turn into the community, but felt a setback from the body.

This surprised him who was sitting in the car, because he had only driven this car for less than a month. Could it be that it broke down?

But soon, Ibrahimovic discovered that the oil lamp on the dashboard of the car had already been on at some point.

Out of gas!
The Mercedes-Benz finally stopped at the intersection, and even though Ibrahimovic fired a few times, it failed to ignite again in the end.

"Damn it!" Ibrahimovic clapped his hands heavily on the steering wheel, and he suddenly wanted to cry.

Why do all the things that don't go well come to him?
No money in pocket, how to go to gas?
I got into a stalemate with the head coach and teammates on the training ground just now, how should I deal with it?

"I'm the fucking stupidest idiot in the world!" Ibrahimovic hit his head heavily on the steering wheel and never lifted it up again, because he really didn't know what he should do next.

Finally, he thought of Hass Borg, who was his only savior.

Picking up the phone, Ibrahimovic immediately dialed the familiar number. Fortunately, he had prepaid a call fee, so the call was not blocked, otherwise, he really didn't know what to do now.

"Get through, hurry up!" Ibrahimovic kept urging after watching the call go out.

The vibration of the connection reminded him, and he quickly put it next to his ear like drowning and meeting duckweed, "Uncle Haas!"

"Oh, my Zlatan, it's you!" The familiar Hass Borg's voice came from the phone, still as kind, caring and kind as ever, which made Ibrahimovic's heart ache. Tears couldn't help oozing out.

"Uncle Haas, I want to go back!"

"Go back? Where?" Haas Borg was taken aback.

"I want to go back to Malmo, I don't like Amsterdam, I don't like Ajax, I don't want to play here anymore, you give them back the money and buy me back to Malmo, okay?"

"Back to Malmö?" Haas Borg on the phone was very surprised.

"I'm in trouble here. I don't know how to live alone. I rented a house, bought a car, paid taxes, and now, I find that I don't have a penny in my pocket, not even gas money. I There wasn't even food at home, and I had absolutely no idea what to do."

Hass Borg on the other side of the phone was silent for a while, "Listen to me, Zlatan, you should learn to be strong, learn to be patient, and learn to take care of yourself. Going back to Malmö is not the solution to the problem at all. Besides, we have no There is no money to buy you back."

"No, Uncle Haas, didn't you charge them $300 million? Just use this money to buy me back. I can't stay at Ajax anymore. I offended my teammates and the coach. I Can't wait any longer!"

Has Borg can be said to be Ibrahimovic's last hope. He even felt that if even Has Borg couldn't help him, then he really had no one to rely on in this world.

"Did you offend the coach?" Haas Borg lost his voice, "Oh my God, you're crazy!"

"You don't know, Uncle Haas, they lied to me. On the one hand, they offered me a transfer fee of 300 million U.S. dollars, but on the other hand, my weekly salary was the lowest in the club. I couldn't even beat that in Brazil. Maicon in the last game is not as good as him, his weekly salary is higher than mine, you say, this is not cheating, what is it?" Ibrahimovic also became more and more annoyed, and finally growled a little.

Of course, Haas Borg could not say that this is what he insisted on, "Even if this is the case, you can't contradict the coach. You have a contract with Ajax, and you have to act according to the contract. Don't you think you can leave?" ?"

"Yes, Uncle Haas, you will help me, won't you?" Ibrahimovic begged a little.

"Don't be stupid, Zlatan, let me tell you frankly, Ajax's $300 million is not a small amount of money for Malmö, it is very, very important to us, and we are going to use it to make money. There are many things, so I can tell you with certainty that it is impossible for us to buy you back, you already belong to Ajax!"

Ibrahimovic was stunned on the phone, his tone was so blunt and impatient, was this still the amiable and approachable Uncle Haas he was familiar with?
"What about me? What should I do?" He was completely out of ideas.

"That's your business, Zlatan, I'm just your agent, I've helped you move to Ajax, you got what you wanted and I got what I wanted , The relationship between us has also been written off with this transfer, which is normal, it's just a transaction!"

Hass Borg's words seemed to pour a bucket of cold water on Ibrahimovic's head, making him feel a chill all over his body, and he felt an indescribably creepy feeling, because he couldn't believe it. It would be Uncle Haas, whom he has admired and respected so much over the years, who would say such things.

"I still have a lot of things to do, please don't call me in the future, just do it yourself!"

Hearing the beeping busy tone after the other party hung up the phone, Ibrahimovic was flustered and at a loss.

He was like a drowning person, being pulled by an arm stretched out from the shore, which made him think that he was going to be saved, but when he came back to life, the owner of the arm let go of his hand and pulled his arm Pulling back, he fell back into the water.

At this moment, he forgot to struggle, forgot to call for help, only shocked and couldn't believe it.

"I'm telling you, Zlatan, all agents are robbers, and I'm the only one you can trust!"

Ibrahimovic couldn't help but think of what Haas Borg said to him before he took him to Arsenal to meet Wenger in 97, and in order to complete the formalities, he also specially found an Ibrahimovic Accompanied by an agent who can't even remember his name.

Now, thinking of this sentence, Ibrahimovic suddenly understood a little bit.

All brokers are robbers, including Haas`Borg!

"What should I do? What should I do?"

Ibrahimovic was lying in the car, no crying, no tears, no sound, no movement, just lying on his stomach like this!

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Ye Qiu sat in the office, absently browsing some webpages in front of him, which recorded a lot of news.

It is no surprise that a lot of Dutch news is speculating about the Eredivisie champion in the new season, and almost most of them are optimistic about Eindhoven, because the team's strength this season has reached another level. Once strengthened, Arnesen is ambitious and wants to bring the team into a strong European team in the new season.

Heerenveen, Feyenoord and other teams have also further strengthened their strength, except for Ajax.

Almost everyone is not optimistic about Ajax, because this is a team with the lowest average age in the Eredivisie, and they have a young head coach who has never led a professional team. A 25-year-old head coach sold all the players in the team's prime as soon as he came up, but brought in a group of little-known players.

For Ajax in the new season, everyone has only one feeling, crazy!

When Ye Qiu saw these web pages, he didn't know what reaction he should give, so he could only laugh it off, but his mind was not on it at all. From time to time, he turned his head to look at the mobile phone, which made people guess his attention. All on the phone.

Waiting is undoubtedly torture, so when the phone finally rang, Ye Qiu quickly grabbed it.

"Eliza!" Ye Qiu answered the phone, "How is the matter I asked you to investigate?"

Eliza on the other side of the phone smiled, "Look at how anxious you are, but you guessed right, your players are indeed in some trouble, Ibrahimovic has a lot of expenses this month, He spent a lot of money in useless places, the salary is not high, taxes are deducted, and that car, if I guessed correctly, he is probably penniless even if he is not heavily in debt. I can’t even pay the rent for a month.”

"Damn it!" Ye Qiu scolded angrily, but he was scolding Ibrahimovic, too ignorant.

The salary is not high, what kind of luxury car do you drive like others?
Don't pretend to be rich if you don't have much money, the result is good, now you are in trouble, and in the end, don't you need someone to come forward to wipe his ass?How dare you lose your temper with me on the court?rebelled against you!

"How is he now?" Ye Qiu asked.

"I don't know. I can't get through the phone, and no one answers the phone at home. It should be... nothing wrong!" Eliza laughed.

Ye Qiu snorted angrily, thanked him and dropped the phone.

This kid really likes to make troubles. No wonder so many coaches in his previous life had such strong opinions on him. He is only 18 years old, and he just learns how to drive a luxury car, and he has caused so many troubles. Sometimes when I think about it, Ye Qiu really So little regret.

However, Ye Qiu is also strange. There was a tinge of regret in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it. After all, he brought in the players, and they were players he liked. I began to think about how to help him.

Knock Knock~

Huang Chu, who was smiling like a flower, stood at the door. She came to go back with Ye Qiu, "Can I go?"

Ye Qiu nodded, packed his things, turned off the computer, and left the office.

The two walked out of De Tokmost, Ye Qiu was still thinking about Ibrahimovic, and didn't say a word along the way, looking preoccupied, while Huang Chu looked at him with concern, with a deep feeling in his heart. Vaguely know what's going on.

"I heard that in the training session in the afternoon, that new Swedish center contradicted you on the spot? What's going on?"

Ye Qiu knew that this matter must have spread, after all, so many people were staring at the first team, and shook his head with a wry smile, "This kid must have eaten gunpowder recently, and he is not in a good mood, he set fires everywhere when he came to the team! " Then he told Huang Chu about Eliza's investigation results, and by the way, told about the training ground.

"Tell me, what should I do?" Ye Qiu actually already had an answer in his heart.

Huang Chu smiled gently, "That depends on whether you still have hope for him, or whether you intend to use him again!"

"Is there a difference?"

"Of course, if you don't plan to keep him, then just put him in the sidelines, or transfer him to the second team."

Ye Qiu was taken aback, "Then I won't be Waters anymore?"

Last season, Waters sent Keivu down, and Ye Qiu laughed at him because of it. Now he sent Ibrahimovic to the second team?Not to mention, even he laughed at himself.

"If you plan to continue using him, you can only help him. I believe that anyone, no matter how arrogant he is, will learn to be more or less obedient after such a lesson. Having said that, he is only 18 years old, has never experienced anything, is full of passion, unscrupulous, and does not consider the consequences of doing things, isn't this what an 18-year-old boy would do?"

Ye Qiu couldn't help laughing when he heard it, "Why do bad things seem to turn into good things when they get out of your mouth?"

Huang Chu glared at him resentfully, "I'm telling the truth, you just have a hard mouth and a soft heart, and you can't let go of the airs of the head coach."

"Actually, if you think about it seriously, Zlatan Ibrahimovic is also quite miserable. His parents divorced since he was a child, and his lonely life will more or less affect his character. It is inevitable to be extreme, okay? Easy to play football has a way out, but he met someone like Haas Borg again, and he was deceived, which is not easy for him."

Ye Qiu knew Huang Chu well, she was a girl who was easily overwhelmed with sympathy.

"Everyone should be responsible for everything they do, so, for Zlatan Ibrahimovic, I will help, but I will not lend him money, he has to learn to take care of himself !"

Huang Chu smiled after hearing this, "If you want to help him, just tell him, aren't you hard-spoken and soft-hearted?"

"Let's go, turn around to Odkerke, and go to his house to have a look!"

The two walked side by side along this road. The sidewalk was brightly illuminated by neon lights along the way, and from time to time there would be passing car lights shining over them. It didn't feel dark, but it added a bit of fun. laugh.

When they reached the fork in the road, the two turned south, but Ye Qiu noticed that there were no houses here, and the surrounding area was empty. On the opposite side of the fork in the road, a Mercedes-Benz sports car was parked. Although the license plate could not be seen, it was Ye Qiu felt that it was Zlatan Ibrahimovic's Mercedes.

"He's on the opposite side!" Ye Qiu said, pointing at the Mercedes-Benz on the other side of the road.

Huang Chu followed Ye Qiu's fingers to look over, and found that Ibrahimovic in the car was lying on the steering wheel, giving people an unbearable loneliness and bleakness, especially at this deserted three-way intersection, which made people feel lonely Sitting in the car, the boy who dared not go home felt a little sympathy.

Ye Qiu led Huang Chu over there, and Ibrahimovic in the car still had his head on his stomach, not noticing anyone approaching at all.

Keke!

Ye Qiu knocked on the car window.

Zlatan Ibrahimovic in the car heard the movement and moved his head slightly, but he didn't lift it up and was still lying on his stomach.

bump!

This time Ye Qiu patted harder.

Ibrahimovic was also angry in his heart, in a bad mood, and was very hungry. At this time, someone came to disturb his mood, and immediately raised his head to scold him, and even planned to go out and beat him up.

But when he raised his head and saw Ye Qiu and Huang Chu standing outside, he panicked for no reason.

"Pull down the car window!" Ye Qiu said outside after cleaning up.

It's really hard to talk through a car window.

The car window slid down slowly, and Ye Qiu used the light to see that Ibrahimovic's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. He guessed that this kid must have cried secretly when no one was around, and the bags under his eyes were still a little swollen. .

"Why stop here? Don't you go home?" Ye Qiu asked, his tone still a bit harsh.

Ibrahimovic took a deep breath, "I'll be right back." After speaking, he pretended to turn the key.

But Ye Qiu didn't seem to leave. Standing outside the car, he noticed that as soon as the key was turned, an indicator light popped up on the dashboard indicating that there was no fuel. Still pretending over there, fuck me, I really want to expose you boy!

But Ye Qiu also knew that Ibrahimovic's personality was arrogant. If he was exposed at this time, the kid would never return to Ajax if he was killed, so he simply pretended not to know, "The car broke down? My family It’s nearby, go to my house and let the towing company come to tow the car back for repair later.”

I don't have any money to refuel, so I probably don't even eat food, right?
"I..." Ibrahimovic was obviously reluctant.

But as soon as he said this, his stomach growled suddenly, which can't be fooled.

Ye Qiu knew it in his heart, but he pretended not to hear it, "Let's leave, let's go, it's very close, and I won't eat you!"

"Yeah, Zlatan, we're all here, come in and have a seat!" Huang Chu also helped to speak.

Ibrahimovic really has nowhere to go. The car has no gas, no money to eat, and nothing to eat at home. It can be said that it is clean, and now I am very hungry. Think carefully, if you really don’t go to Ye If it is not Qiu, then he will really starve to death on the street.

Seeing him get out of the car door, Ye Qiu and Huang Chu looked at each other and smiled.

After locking the car, Ibrahimovic followed Ye Qiu and Huang Chu without saying a word along the way, and walked directly to Amstelveen, and arrived at Ye Qiu's house a few minutes later.

Not long after, Eliza, who was in charge of grocery shopping, also came back.

The big chef Huang Chu was in charge of cooking in the kitchen, and soon, a table of delicious Chinese food was placed on the table.

Ibrahimovic was a little embarrassed at first, but after being persuaded a few words, he went straight to the table and ate voraciously, eating more ferociously than anyone else, and when he was eating, he knew in his heart that Ye Qiu and the three of them were It's helping him!

(End of this chapter)