The two walked over and Desler woke up from his personal contemplation.

“Sebastian,”

“What’s the best thing about the ceiling?”

Klose asked curiously.

Compared to more than a month ago, Deisler looked much thinner and had a black beard on his lips.

He smiled slightly.

“It’s just a habit,”

"This makes me quieter and think more clearly."

"So, are you thinking about how to defeat us?"

"Yes." Desler's face was full of confidence, "We came here to defeat you."

"ha,"

"This tone."

"After the game begins, maybe you won't be so confident."

"Wait and see."

"Wait and see."

"Zheng,"

"I'll ask you a question?"

"Um?"

"Tell me."

"What is your weekly salary after you sign a new contract?"

"Uh... do you care about this?"

“36,000 marks after tax.”

"..." Desler staggered and almost fell down. His calm and composed look just now disappeared completely. He was obviously a critical hit by Zheng Zhi's Zhou Sheng.

"Are you okay?"

"Ah, can it be fine?"

"I know how to do it." Deisler's teeth squeaked.

It’s all a contract renewal, why is there such a big difference between my treatment and Zheng Zhi?

"do what?"

"Do something interesting..." Desler quickly adjusted his emotions and laughed again.

At this time, the referee team came out and both sides were ready to line up to appear.

"Zheng,"

"You want to treat you after the game, and I want to ask you something."

"I'll come to you after the game."
Chapter completed!