Chapter 141 Reasons for Not Drinking, That's all

"Haha." Mendes laughed as he read the newspaper.

Zhang Yang stared at his agent fiercely, "Do you want to eat it? If you don't eat, I'll pour it down."

Since Mendes came to Zhang Yang in the morning and tasted the Chinese breakfast made by Zhang Yang, he has been full of praise. As long as he comes to France, he will come over for a meal whenever he has a chance.

"Waste is a shameful act." Mendes shook his head and said, pointing to the newspaper, "Have you read today's newspaper? This one is good."

Zhang Yang took the newspaper from Mendes's hand. He just took a look and knew what it was said and criticized himself. It's just that the title is very interesting "Why don't I like Zhang Yang". In this report, let's see what words are used, selfishness, irrational, impulsive, arrogant, and personal hero. Doctrine, hooligan.

Zhang Yang put down the newspaper and drank the porridge in the bowl. He has been almost immune to such reports for a long time. Although he will still be angry, he can quickly put it behind and will not pay attention to it.

"This reporter is really interesting." Mendes wiped his mouth with a tissue and burped. "I actually said that you are a hooligan. I counted it and used the word 'rogue' at least five times in this report." Speaking of this, Mendes suddenly said, "This is not a female reporter you have offended, is it?"

"How is that possible?" Zhang Yang shook his head. However, a name flashed in his mind. No way, Zhang Yang shook his head and wiped his mouth. "Say something serious, Siffer. Thanks to that old guy Tirier, I lost a lot of money. I don't have money in my pocket. Your nervousness is very slow," Zhang Yang sneered, "This is not in line with your super agent's identity."

"You know nothing." What Mendes can't stand is that others don't take his identity as a 'super agent' seriously. "Are you willing to endorse those small merchant brands? We should position your image higher, and it's better to lack than abuse.

Zhang Yang nodded, "You decide on this matter. Anyway, if I earn more, you earn more, haha."

Mendes snapped his fingers. He liked this boy very much. He had also been in contact with Orientals, and rarely had such a frank personality.

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After the training the next day, Ribery saw that Zhang Yang was in a bad mood and knew that the boy was still depressed about the ban, so he pulled Zhang Yang out to relieve his boredom.

Ribery's Bentley suffered a small car accident a few days ago, so he is now going back and forth from the training ground to take a taxi. Among the Marseille fans, Ribery's reputation is actually even higher than that of Zhang Yang. Marseille fans like this optimistic and cheerful Scar Man very much.

Camille is the 'royal' taxi driver in Ribery.

"Haha, Zhang, nice to meet you." When Camille saw that it was Zhang Yang with Ribery, he looked very excited. After shaking hands with Zhang Yang, he took out an autograph book and asked Zhang Yang to sign it.

Zhang Yang opened the signature book, and he was surprised to find that there were many names on it, including Pires and Drogba, who used to go out of Marseille.

Sign your name and hand the signature book to Camille, who seriously put the signature book in a dark box next to the driver's seat.

"Where are you going, Frank?" Camille asked.

"Go for a drink, the old place." Ribery said that he also whistled a beautiful girl riding a bicycle out of the window.

"I understand." Camille nodded and started the car. "It was Gerha's daughter who just passed by. Why, Frank, do you like it? If you are not afraid of being clicked by your wife, I would like to introduce you.

"I'm afraid that the fat guy Galha will fight with me." Ribery laughed loudly.

"Do you know each other?" Zhang Yang thought it was very strange.

"We are fellow villagers."

"We are all Boulogne."

"Haha."

Ribery and the taxi driver said almost with one voice that both of them had pride in their voices. It seemed to be a Boulogne, which was a great honor. However, in fact, Zhang Yang knows that Boulogne is a relatively poor place, where people's living standards are much lower than the French average.

"The bar we are going to is the best bar I've ever seen." Ribery glanced at Zhang Yang and said.

"Haha, I'm looking forward to it." Zhang Yang said with a smile. He likes this atmosphere. He has been in Marseille for half a year, but he usually seldom goes out except for competitions and training. Maybe he often goes out for a walk and it's good to meet some friends.

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For fans, the bar is heaven. If you win, come to the bar, raise your glass for victory, and enjoy the joy of winning. If you lose, you will also come to the bar. Let his damn game and unhappiness be poured into his stomach with the yellow beer, and finally pee out. How cool it is.

Anyway, bars are essential for fans.

The bar owner Ernst is wiping the photos on the wall of the bar. These are all his treasures. There are photos of him or the fans who come to the bar to drink and those stars, and some even photos of them decades ago. Among them, what he cherishes most is that Marseille won the UEFA Champions League in the early 1990s. Later, the Xinke European champion team came to the bar for a drink and took a photo with Ernst. In Marseille, although Marseille's European Champions Cup title was cancelled because of the gambling case, there is always such a European championship trophy in the heart of every Marseilles!

"Damn it, it will be tied by Sochaux. It's really frustrating."

"Yes, if Zhang Yang is on the court, I'm afraid he won't score."

" Speaking of which, Zhang is still too young to eat cards continuously because of stripping."

"Hey hey hey, when Zhang Yang scored for us, you shouted the loudest, and then you said that."

"Zhang Ke is awesome. It's so cool that he beat Abidar."

"It's not good to hit people."

"What's the matter of beating people? We in Marseille can never suffer!"

Then, I don't know who started the topic, and the fans began to talk about the five suspensions. Of course, for the professional league president Silver. Tyrier's resentment is the biggest. Everyone knows the bad relationship between this person and the Marseille club.

"And Frank, he has rarely come here recently."

"Haha, who misses me? Is it Bill? I don't like your big ass." Ribery's loud voice sounded not far away.

The bar owner Ernst and others were stunned. Everyone turned their heads and looked at the door of the bar, watching Ribery wave to greet everyone and came in.

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"Frank." Seeing that Ribery was coming, the bar owner Ernst was very happy. You haven't been here for a long time!"

"Haha, isn't this coming? Old Ernst, is it your treat today? Ribery whistled, "I knew you didn't want to. However, I brought someone here today. It's your treat.

At this time, people saw a man behind Ribery.

"Look, it's publicity!"

"Hi, Zhang. It's really you! Your goal is great. We like you.

"Haha, welcome to the 'Fan's Home', our scoring champion!"

Zhang Yang yelled at the fans around him who were blushing and drinking. He didn't feel anything wrong at all. Instead, he was a little excited, not because he wanted to drink, but because he liked the atmosphere. He was a player. Seeing that the fans really liked him, he was with the fans at this moment. Very happy.

Bar owner Ernst saw Zhang Yang coming to his bar, and he laughed happily: "Guys, haha, cheers to Zhang Yang! It's my treat."

There was a burst of cheers from the bar.

"Haha, Old Ernst is so generous."

"We are in the light of publicity."

"Haha, drink to your heart's content tonight."

At this time, Ernst knew what he was happy to say just now. He quickly shouted, "It's my treat. It's my treat."

There was a burst of boos in the bar, sarcastic Ernst. Ernst just laughed and didn't care. Of course, everyone is just lively. No one really takes Ernst's 'stingy' seriously, and everyone knows that Ernst is a good guy. If anyone is really in trouble, the bar owner will never stand by.

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"What to drink?"

"Dark beer." Ribery shouted, and he turned his head and pouted to Zhang Yangnu. What do you want?"

"Juice." Zhang Yang said.

Ribery looked at Zhang Yang doubtfully, "Don't you drink beer?"

"No drinking." Zhang Yang said, and then smiled at the bar owner Ernst, "A glass of juice."

"OK." Enns nodded his head.

"It's really boring." Ribery originally wanted to drink with Zhang Yang, but he knew that Zhang Yang could drink.

"I won't drink until I finish the ban." Zhang Yang rubbed his face, and the atmosphere in the bar made him in a good mood.

"Why?"

"Haha, I'm drinking now. Those paparazzi will definitely talk nonsense about buying drunk during the ban. It's annoying." Zhang Yang shook his head, "When the ban is over, it's nothing to drink a little."

"Why can you drink after the suspension?" The bar owner handed the juice to Zhang Yang. Hearing Zhang Yang say this, he couldn't help asking.

"At that time, I ended the suspension and was able to play. I could score goals and drink. What can they say? The more fierce they say, the more I will score, haha. Zhang Yang drank half a glass of juice and said with a smile. He also wiped his mouth, as if he were drinking beer.

"Haha, that's good."

"It's worthy of our publicity!"

"Haha, cheers for Zhang's words!"

When the fans at the scene heard Zhang Yang's words, they all roared. Zhang Yang's words were so powerful that they made the fans who drank Erma listen to it happily. Because of yesterday's game, the dull and unhappy mood suddenly disappeared.

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"That's great." Ernst gave Zhang Yang a thumbs up.

Zhang Yang smiled. He raised half of the juice in the glass, looked at the people around him, and then said to Ernst, "Give everyone here a glass of wine. It's my treat."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of cheers in the bar.

Everyone cheered and raised the cup in their hands.

"Let's have a toast." Ribery stood on the chair, also raised the cup and shouted, "For victory--"

Everyone shouted together, "--for victory!"

Zhang Yang followed and shouted, "Cheers to Marseille!!"

"Cheers--!!"

Everyone raised their necks, and the wheat-yellow beer poured into their throats.

Your sister, drinking juice is really not cool enough! Zhang Yang wiped his mouth.

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PS: Periarthritis of the shoulder, in pain. The person who is typing is in terrible health.