"Haha." Mendes laughed as he looked at the newspaper.

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

Since Mendes came to Zhang Yang in the morning and tasted the Chinese breakfast made by Zhang Yang, he has been praised. Whenever he comes to France, he will come to eat free whenever he has the chance.

"Waste is a shameful act," Mendes said, shaking his head, pointing to the newspaper, "Have you read the newspaper today? This is a good article."

Zhang Yang took the newspaper from Mendes, and just took a look, he knew what was said and criticized himself. However, the title is very interesting "Why I Don't Like Zhang Yang". In this report, let's see what words are used, selfish, irrational, impulsive, arrogant, personal heroism, and hooliganism.

Zhang Yang put down the newspaper and drank the porridge in the bowl in one mouthful. He was almost immune to such reports. Although he was still angry, he was able to quickly throw it away and would not focus on it.

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

"How is that possible?" Zhang Yang shook his head. However, a name flashed through his mind. No, Zhang Yang shook his head and wiped his mouth. "Speak up for the serious matter, thanks to that old guy Shiver Tiriy, I have suffered a lot of losses and I have no money in my pocket. Your nervousness is very slow," Zhang Yang sneered, "This is not consistent with your super agent's identity."

"You know what you're not going to do with Mendes's most unbearable is that others don't take his identity as a 'super broker' seriously. "Are you willing to endorse those small business brands? We should position your image higher, rather than be insignificant than be indiscriminate."

Zhang Yang nodded, "You make an idea about this matter. Anyway, I earn more, and you earn more, haha."

Mendes snapped his fingers. He liked this kid very much. He had also come into contact with Orientals, and rarely had such a candid 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 kid was still depressed by the suspension, so he pulled Zhang Yang out to relieve his boredom.

Ribery's Bentley encountered a small car accident a few days ago, so he now takes a taxi back and forth in the training ground. Among the Marseille fans, Ribery's fame is actually even higher than Zhang Yang. Marseille fans like this optimistic and cheerful "Scar Man".

Kemir is Ribery's 'monarch' taxi driver.

"Haha, Zhang, I'm very happy to see you." Kemir saw Zhang Yang with Ribery. He seemed very excited. After shook hands with Zhang Yang, he took out a signature book like a trick and asked Zhang Yang to sign.

Zhang Yang opened the signature book and was surprised to find that there were already many names on it, including "Pires" and "Drogba" and other stars who went out of Marseille in the past.

After signing his name, he handed the signature book to Kemir, who carefully placed the signature book in a secret box next to the driver's seat.

"Where to go, Frank?" Kemir asked.

"Go to drink, old place," Ribery said, and whistling to a beautiful girl riding her bicycle outside the window.

"Understand." Kemir nodded and started the car. "The one who passed by was Galha's daughter. Why, Frank, do you fall in love with it? If you are not afraid of being caught by your wife, I would be willing to introduce it to you."

"I'm afraid that that fat man Galha will fight me to the death." Ribery laughed.

"You know each other?" Zhang Yang felt very strange.

"We are fellow villagers."

"We are all Boulogne."

"Ha ha."

Ribery and the taxi driver almost spoke in unison, saying that both of them had pride in their voices, as if they were Boulogne, which was a great honor. However, in fact, Zhang Yang knew that Boulogne was a relatively poor place, and the living standards of people there were much lower than the average French level.

"The bar we are going to is the best bar I have 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 has to go out except for competition and training, so he really rarely goes out. Maybe he often goes out for a walk and knows some friends.

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For fans, the bar is paradise. If you win, come to the bar, raise a glass for victory, enjoy the joy of winning, and come to the bar if you lose, so that his damn game and unhappiness can be poured into his stomach with the yellow beer, and finally urinate, which is so good.

Anyway, bars are essential for fans.

Bar owner Ernst is wiping the photos on the bar wall. These are all his treasures. There are photos of him or fans who come to the bar to drink and those stars, and some even take photos decades ago. Among them, what he cherishes most is the photos of the new European champion team taking a photo with Ernst after Marseille won the European Champions League in the early 1990s after Marseille won the European Champions League, and after he came to the bar to drink, he took photos with Ernst. In Marseille, although the European Champions League championship in Marseille was cancelled due to the "betting gambling case, there is always such a European Champions League trophy in the heart of every Masai!

"Damn it, I'll be tied by Sosha. It's really frustrating."

"Yes, if Zhang Yang was on the court, he would be afraid he would not score."

"Speaking of this, Zhang is still too young, and he actually ate cards because of taking off his clothes."

"Hehehe, when Zhang Yang scored a goal for us, you shouted loudest, and you said this again at this time."

"Zhang Ke is so awesome. He beat Abidal up so cool."

"It's not good to hit people."

"What's the point of beating people? We, Marseille, can never suffer any loss!"

Then, no one knows who started talking about the topic, the fans started talking about the five-game suspension. Of course, the resentment towards professional league chairman Schiff Tillier was the greatest. Everyone knew the bad relationship between this person and the Marseille club.

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

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

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

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"Frank." The bar owner Ernst was very happy to see Ribery coming. "You haven't been here for a long time!"

"Haha, isn't this here? Old Ernst, are you treating me today?" Ribery whistled, "I knew you were reluctant to let it go. But I brought someone here today, so you should treat me."

Only then did people see that there was another person behind Ribery.

"Look, it's Zhang Yang!"

"Hi, Zhang. It's really you! Your goals are amazing, we like you."

"Haha, welcome to the 'Fans House', our scoring champion!"

Zhang Yang yelled at the fans around him with red faces and alcohol spray, and didn't feel anything wrong at all. Instead, he was a little excited. It was 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 very happy to be with the fans at this moment.

Bar owner Ernst saw Zhang Yang coming to his bar, and he laughed happily: "Guys, haha, toast to Zhang Yang! I'll treat you."

A burst of cheers came from the bar.

"Haha, Old Ernst is so generous."

"We have gained great attention."

"Haha, drink it all tonight."

At this time, Ernst knew what he had said happily just now. He quickly shouted, "I'll treat you, the cup just now is my treat."

There was a booing sound in the bar and sarcastic Ernst. Ernst just laughed and didn't care. Of course, everyone was just lively and no one really took Ernst's stingyness seriously. And everyone knew that Ernst was a good guy. If anyone really had difficulties, the bar owner would never stand by.

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"What to drink?"

"Sharp beer." Ribery called, turning his head to Zhang Yang Nunu's mouth. "What do you want?"

"Juice." Zhang Yang said.

Ribery glanced at Zhang Yang in confusion, "Don't you drink beer?"

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

"Ok." Ensti nodded.

"It's really boring." Ribery originally wanted to compete with Zhang Yang for a drink, 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 feel very good.

"Why?"

"Haha, I'm drinking now, those paparazzi will definitely say nonsense, saying that they are drunk during the ban. It's annoying." Zhang Yang shook his head, "When the ban is over, there's nothing to drink."

"Why can I drink after the ban?" 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 ban, was able to play, score goals, and drink when I drink. What can they say? The more fierce they say, I score goals, haha." Zhang Yang drank half a glass of juice in one sip, and said with a smile. He also wiped his mouth, as if he was drinking beer.

"Haha, that's OK."

"It's our singularity!"

"Haha, toast to 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 Erma so happy. The unhappy mood of yesterday's game disappeared all of a sudden.

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

Zhang Yang laughed, he raised the half cup of juice in his glass, looked at the people around him, and then said to Ernst: "Give everyone here a glass of wine, I'll treat you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of cheers came from the bar.

Everyone cheered and raised the cup in their hands.

"Come toast." Ribery stood on the chair, raised her cup, and shouted, "For victory—"

Everyone shouted together, "—For victory!"

Zhang Yang followed and shouted loudly: "Cheers to Marseille!!"

"cheers--!!"

Everyone raised their necks and the yellow beer was poured into their throats.

Your sister, drinking juice is really not good enough! Zhang Yang wiped her mouth.

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ps: Periarthritis of the shoulder is in pain. People who write in words are in a bad health.
Chapter completed!