Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

Varela drove the Mercedes-Benz Gle and drifted, parked the car in the garage of the Milan Fia Hotel, and rushed to the elevator with Ye Chen.

"I give in to you, I was late for the first appointment!" Ye Chen scolded Barrera.

"Damn it, it's not because of your hot pot. It dragged me all morning, and now my stomach still hurts!"

Yesterday afternoon, Barrera rushed back from the beach in the Iberian Peninsula, ready to attend Mendes' party the next day.

Go downstairs at night and go to Ye Chen to discuss what to say when we arrive tomorrow.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a strong smell of hot pot with red oil, and Ye Chenzai and Greene were cooking their belly.

"Damn, eat alone!" Barrera rushed in, pulled out the dining room chair and sat down, picked up the colander and dangled in the pot.

Ye Chen immediately reached out and pressed Barrera's colander.

"Didn't you say that if you eat hot pot again, you are a dog? If you want to eat hot pot, just bark like a dog!"

Ye Chen and Green looked at each other and smiled.

This kid, have you forgotten what you just said a few days ago?

Barrera: "Wow woof!"

Pushing away Ye Chen's hand, scooped up the tripe and shrimp and put them in his bowl.

Ye Chen: "..."

Green: "..."

In the elevator of Milan Fia Hotel.

Barrera stared at the rising floors.

He looked a little uneasy, and kept rubbing his hands.

"Ye Chen, when we get to the private room, let's be more open-minded, don't be nervous, this is Milan, our own territory, do you understand, Inter Milan is the boss here!"

Ye Chen smiled: "Okay, you are a social butterfly, you can do whatever you want."

Mendes and the players are seated, and the waiters are ready to serve.

Mendes glanced at his watch and said to himself, "Why haven't those two Inter boys come yet?"

The door was pushed open.

Two handsome men in black slim suits walked in one after the other.

Varela, who was walking in front, took off his sunglasses and greeted everyone with a smile: "Sorry, I'm late!"

Ye Chen also raised his hand to greet everyone.

He looked at the two tables of people with extraordinary momentum. Several of them were world-class superstars, who appeared in media and TV reports almost every week.

Ye Chen secretly sighed in his heart: What magical power does Mendes have, to be able to grow these outstanding players with both commercial value and competitive value, and willing to give him the right to negotiate his own transfer and contract renewal?

Seeing someone come in suddenly at this time, people at the two tables started whispering.

"Isn't that shorter one Barrera? Italian, why is he here!"

"Is he going to sign with Mendes? It's interesting. The boss has never had any Italians under him."

"This guy is capable, the main force of the national team, this year's national team friendly match, I have played against him, there is something!"

"Who's that tall guy behind Barrera? Looks like an Asian guy."

"My God, do you La Liga players never watch Serie A? Serie A half-range shooter king, Inter Milan's 17-year-old star, Ye Chen from China!"

"Huaxia, my God, Mr. Mendes actually signed a Huaxia player!"

"I understand. Ronaldo said that Mendes will sign two Inter Milan players. They should be them."

Mendez got up, walked up to the two with a smile, and shook hands respectively.

When I shook hands with Ye Chen, I squeezed it very tightly, and then said a broken Chinese: "It's so good, Wojiao Mendesi, Heng Gaoxing sees Dao Ni!"

Ye Chen was taken aback, this guy, can he speak Chinese?

Mendes then burst out laughing, switching to fluent English:

"Hahaha, I knew you were coming, so I learned a sentence of Chinese on purpose, and I didn't speak it well, so don't laugh at me."

Ye Chen also smiled, "Mr. Mendes, nice to meet you!"

Just when Mendes wanted to introduce Ye Chen and Barrera to the two tables, Ronaldo got up with a smile and walked over.

"Let me introduce," Ronaldo shook hands with Ye Chen and Barrera, and looked at everyone, "These two are my opponents in Serie A, from Inter Milan and Barrera and Ye Chen."

"They are all very good young players, and you are welcome to join Mr. Mendes' big family!"

Seeing that C Luo was so enthusiastic, Ye Chen was a little embarrassed.

After all, in the 11th round of Serie A, in Inter Milan's home game against Juventus, Ye Chen scored a hat-trick to help the team beat their opponent 4-2 at home.

In that game, Ronaldo failed to score, missed several must-have goals, and played very depressed.

So much so that in the end Ye Chen wanted to change jerseys with him, but Ronaldo declined.

With Ronaldo as the lead warmer, the other players got up one after another and smiled kindly at the two.

"welcome!"

"Welcome to the Mendez family!"

"A newcomer is here, hahahaha!"

"Now our group chat will grow again!"

"Sit down quickly, I'll wait for you, the big guys are so hungry!"

Ye Chen found a seat and sat down.

As soon as his butt touched the chair, Ederson, the goalkeeper next to him, put his hand on his shoulder with a serious face.

"Ye Chen, how much are you worth in the [German transfer market]?"

Everyone laughed for a while, knowing that Edson, this idiot, was going to mess things up again.

"Well, I don't know, I'll check."

Ye Chen took out his mobile phone and searched for his name on Dezhuan.

【Ye Chen, 2500 million euros】

Edson glanced at Ye Chen's phone, pretending to be disgusted.

"Ye Chen, you only have 2800 million euros, stand up quickly!"

"We have two tables of people here. Those worth more than 3500 million sit at my table, and those worth less than 3500 million sit at the opposite table."

Edson pointed to the opposite table and said to Ye Chen, "Go quickly and sit next to Diego Costa. He has the lowest price. There is no place for you at my table!"

There was a burst of laughter at the scene!

Especially Ronaldo, who was at the same table with Edson, leaned forward and backward with laughter, and tears flowed out.

"Yes, yes, Edson's reason is very good!"

"Damn Edson, you are such a genius, you can think of such a bloody reason, I laughed to death!"

"Dezhuan is run by your family, every day Dezhuan Dezhuan, you will do something else!"

"My God, how could Mr. Mendez sign you, a Brazilian treasure!"

The laughter from the box was too intense.

As a result, several passing waiters stopped and stretched their heads to look inside curiously.

Diego Costa, who was named by Edson, got up abruptly and strode forward, clenching his fists.

"Edson, what do you mean, are you bullying my old comrades? When I scored goals in the Premier League ten years ago, your kid was still playing with mud at school!"

Then he grabbed Edson's ear and pulled, but he didn't let go.

"Oh, it hurts me!" Edson moaned, tilting his head.

"Good job, Costa, treat this cheap-mouthed guy." Mendes burst out laughing, and couldn't help applauding Costa.

Ederson yelled: "Manchester City was beaten by Atletico Madrid, my Manchester City teammates, come and fuck this Atletico Madrid old man!"

"I'm coming!"

Bernardo Silva, Cancelo, and Otamendi swarmed up and pressed Costa to the ground, and they started fighting.

Ye Chen sat next to Edson, looking dazed.

These players are all superstars worth tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions.

Wherever you usually go, you are the absolute focus of the spotlight.

Why are you making a fuss, like a child?

"Ye Chen, I made you laugh!"

C Luo was a little surprised to see Ye Chen, handed over a fruit plate, and took the initiative to chat with Ye Chen.

"When you come, you are brothers. Everyone has the same manager. It's normal to get together and fight. You will get used to it in the future!"

"Being a player is too tiring, and dealing with the media to put on airs is also tiring. Maybe only now can we take off the veil and show our happiest side!"

Looking at C Luo who seemed a little lost, Ye Chen nodded thoughtfully.