Chapter 145 Who is he?

  The next evening, outside a big hotel in Manchester, there were busy traffic,

  Today is a special day for Manchester, because this day is Sir Alex’s birthday, which is a very meaningful day for every Red Devil fan.

  In the league some time ago, Trafford fans specially prepared a TIFO birthday for the old Jazz.

  On a portrait of a character, the old jazz wears a crown on his head, fully demonstrating his status at Trafford.

  And today, the old jazz invited friends from all quarters to gather together to prepare an internal birthday party.

  The reporters circled around the periphery of the hotel. Since there were no invitations, they could not get in and could only wait outside.

  The friends and disciples of the old jazz are all famous football players.

  The first Trafford star Pliny and his wife, they dressed gorgeously, stepped into the hotel on the red carpet, waved to the camera all the way, with confident smiles on their faces.

   "Hey! Plieni, look here!"

  Pleni turned his head and looked over. He saw a reporter with an eastern face. His eyes dropped. When he saw the national flag, he was sure that this was a Chinese reporter.

  For China, Plena has a good impression. He has been with the team to China before and received the enthusiastic cheers of Chinese fans. Therefore, he will not be stingy to give the other side a close-up opportunity.

   "How's my Pose?" Plieney asked with a smile.

  The Chinese reporter gave a thumbs up and said; "It's so cool!"

   "Hahaha, thank you, my Chinese journalist friend!" Pleni waved his hand cordially and walked into the hotel.

  The Chinese journalist lowered his head and fiddled with the camera, looking at the photos inside with a satisfied smile.

  His name is Chen Chu, and he is a reporter stationed by China Fox Hunt in the Premier League.

  He has been working and living here for five years, and his task is to collect first-hand news about the Premier League.

  And the birthday party of Old Sir, he naturally can't miss it.

   "Hey, Chen, this picture."

  A British reporter leaned over and asked with a smile.

  In response, Chen Chu said with a smile; "Mike, this can't be given to you, this is exclusive!"

   "No, man, that is your exclusive in China, and it can also become an exclusive in the UK."

  Mike is a reporter for the Manchester Daily. He has a very good relationship with Chen Chu. In addition to work, the two are also good friends in life.

  Chen Chu blinked, raised his index finger, smiled slyly: "Two hot pot meals!"

  "Chinese restaurants are too expensive. Two meals are not enough. One meal! One meal!"

"make a deal!"

  Chen Chu smiled and patted Mike on the shoulder, and said; "Man, who did you photograph?"

  "Some UEFA officials, Trafford executives, and some head coaches. There is no new material. Do you think David will come?"

  Chen Chu blinked and said, "That heartthrob of you in Britain? It should be impossible. He and the old jazz both fell out."

  "Oh~~~" Mike sighed long and said; "David's departure will always be Trafford's regret."

  As the two chatted, several luxury cars parked at the entrance of the hotel.

  Some celebrities, celebrities and rich British people all came to celebrate the birthday of the old jazz.

  Sir Alex’s connections can be seen here.

  Takes all of the political and business circles, and it has a pivotal position in football.

  The reporters' hands are numb when they press the shutter.

  Suddenly, the brake sounded.

  Everyone turned their heads and looked around. They saw a taxi parked in front of the red carpet.

  The reporters subconsciously raised their cameras, and they were stunned.

  The taxi door opened, and a man with an oriental face in a loose suit came out.

  He turned his head and looked around, and then walked steadily towards the door.

  The reporters looked at the man in front of them, who is this?

  Come to the banquet by taxi?

Is    wrong?

  Foreign journalists were indifferent, and even looked at jokes.

  They don’t think that some of the celebrities invited by the old jazz will come by taxi.

   is probably a fool who has gone the wrong way.

  Chen Chu stared blankly at the eastern man on the red carpet.

  I don’t know why, but his feeling tells him that this is a Chinese.

  Even if he is not a Chinese, he feels it is necessary to remind him.

   Thinking of this, Chen Chu couldn't help but shouted; "Hey! Brother!"

  Zhang is now heading towards the entrance of the hotel. He suddenly heard this very kind words, his steps couldn't help but he turned his head and looked over.

  He saw a compatriot in reporter costume waving at him.

  Zhang Xian hesitated and walked over.

"Is there a problem?"

  Chen Chu pointed to the door on the side and said, “Enter from there. Today’s entrance is reserved for guests attending the banquet.”

  Zhang Xian turned his head and glanced at the side door, then asked immediately; "Doesn't you let in the front door?"

  Chen Chu didn't have a good temper; "I said it to the guests, brother, come out quickly, a lot of people are staring at you."

  Zhang Xian turned his head and took a look, and found that the reporters were holding their arms and looking at themselves with a funny face.

  Zhang Xian scratched his cheek. He was about to speak when suddenly someone patted his shoulder.

   "Zhang, are you here too?"

  Zhang Xian turned his head, he saw Menderson standing behind him.

  Zhang Xian was also surprised; "Are you coming to the banquet too? Aren't you afraid of Old Sir's cane?"

  Menderson said uncomfortably; ". Why are you as annoying as the old man, I just sold Ronaldo to Barcelona."

   "You have the ability, you go to DreamWorks to say so."

   Hearing this, Mendelson shuddered and said; "Forget it, I'm afraid the Trafford fans will tear me apart!"

  After speaking, he turned to the door and said, "Don't go in."

"go!"

Before leaving, Zhang Xian smiled at Chen Chu; "Thank you for reminding, but I think I am also a guest."

  Chen Chu looked at Zhang Xian blankly, his mouth slightly opened.

  His head is a little confused.

  A Chinese was invited to the birthday party of the old jazz. How could this be possible.

  It’s not that the Chinese are unworthy.

  In the general environment of Chinese football, although Chinese companies have made a lot of investment in Europe, they are still excluded from the periphery of European football.

  The inner circle, they have no access at all, let alone a football star like Alex.

  Chen Chu does not know Zhang Xian.

  But he knows Mendelson!

  A person who can chat and laugh with Menderson, even making small or small jokes, is an extraordinary identity.

   and was invited to the birthday party of the old jazz.

  At this moment, Chen Chu has a strong curiosity about Zhang Xian.

  Chen Chu asked the friend on the side: "Mike, do you know who it is?"

   "Menderson?"

   "No, the one next to you!"

  "Your compatriot?"

"right!"

"do not know!"

  Chen Chu slightly pursed his mouth. He picked up the camera and took a picture of Zhang Xian and Menderson walking into the banquet venue together.

  Entering the banquet hall, under the magnificent decoration, celebrities push cups and change cups.

  Menderson quickly abandoned Zhang Xian and entered the social circle to consolidate the ‘friendship’ between them.

  And Zhang Xian itself is a little transparent.

  The purpose of other people attending the banquet may be many, but Zhang Xian really came to celebrate his birthday.

  In a banquet of this level, he couldn't intervene at all.

   found a corner position, sat down honestly, Zhang Xian lit a cigarette, and watched the performance of the ‘celebrities’ in front of him through the hazy smoke.

  Just as Zhang was vomiting, the waiter suddenly came up.

"gentlemen!"

  Zhang Xian turned his head and glanced, then lowered his head to glance at the cigarette in his hand, and said; "No smoking?"

  The waiter smiled and shook his head; "No, Sir Alex asked me to call you over."

  Zhang Xian raised his eyebrows slightly, he pinched the smoke, got up and followed the waiter.

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