Godfather Of Champions

"Dinner..." Dunn picked up the glass and drank the rest of the glass. "...Like a tavern in a fantasy novel, it is a good place to listen to information, meet new friends, and meet old enemies..."

"It's also possible to meet an old friend, Mr. Dun En." A sudden voice sounded behind Dun En, startling him.

He turned around abruptly and saw another familiar face looking at him grinning.

"Billy Woods...Mr." He gritted his teeth, "Can I put you in the category of'old enemies'?"

George Wood's agent, Billy Woods, laughed: "You are so humorous, Mr. Dunn. If we are not friends, what can we be?"

Dunn shrugged: "Who knows."

Obviously, Wukes didn't want to be entangled in this kind of boring quarrel. He knew that his quarrel with Dun En must be a waste of a lot of saliva. "I didn't expect Mr. Dunn to still read fantasy novels, the Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter?"

Dunn did not answer this question, but asked Wookes: "Why are you here?"

"Did you forget, Mr. Dunn. Before becoming George's agent, I was an agent in the entertainment and fashion circles. I and most of the people in this circle are friends." Woods pointed to the lobby Guest, "Of course, including Mr. Armani."

It's Armani's friend again. Dunn curled his lips and murmured: "Mr. Armani is really cold..."

"What are you talking about, Mr. Dunn?" Woods didn't hear it clearly.

"Ah, I said Mr. Armani has good teeth and good appetite..." Tang En casually scorned. Then he looked at Wookes standing in front of him, and thought of a bad thing, "Aren't you coming to me again to talk about George's salary?"

Wookes smiled. "Do I look like such a greedy person?"

"What if I say like?"

"Then all you see is my appearance, Mr. Dunn~" Wooks blinked at Dunn suddenly. This action made Dunn a fright. He felt that this man who was very particular about dressing like a woman, had a weird voice, and had some cleanliness was wrong.

"But I came to see you, there is indeed something." Wukes raised his glass and pointed to the unmanned balcony. "Want to hear a very clichéd story, Mr. Dunn?" After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Dunn to agree, so he turned around first.

Dunn hesitated for a while, and looked around again, and found that there were two spacious doors on the balcony. It was easy to run away if the situation was wrong, so he followed.

Entering the balcony, a little farther away from the noisy hall, it was quieter. Wookes walked straight to the railing to blow the air, while Dunn stood by the door as much as possible.

Wookes looked back and saw Dunn looked a little nervous, and smiled again: "Are you still afraid that I will eat you, the demon Dunn who is not afraid of the sky? We stand so far, how can we talk?"

Dunn moved a few steps forward in embarrassment, and the distance between the two was finally normal.

"Well, do you have any clichés you want to tell me? If it doesn't matter to me, I may turn around and leave." His mouth was not soft at all.

"Ah, this, it has nothing to do with you. But..." Woods saw that Dunn was about to turn around, and quickly stopped the suspense, and said directly, "But it has something to do with George Wood." He saw that. Dunn turned around again and asked with a smile, "You are interested now, Mr. Dunn?"

"You know I care about George."

"Of course, your feelings for him may have surpassed the feelings of coaches and players... If I say, it's more like... father and son?"

Dunn was noncommittal about this evaluation of Woods.

Wookes took a note from his inner pocket and handed it to Dunn.

Dunn took it, approached the door, and looked through the light from the hall. The edges of the paper strips have fluffed, they look badly worn, and they are some years old. After unfolding the paper, he realized that it was an IOU.

The above is someone who borrowed two hundred and forty thousand yuan from Mr. Billy Woods and promised to pay it back within ten years. The name of the person who signed the money is Don’t know him, but he is very familiar with the last name—Wood, when is...

"1987? Is this twenty years ago?" Dunn looked up at Wookes in surprise.

"This cliché story is simply: a pauper who has a big girl's belly borrowed a large sum of money from his distant relatives and promised to pay it back in ten years. However, ten years later, that relative did not After waiting for the money to be paid back, now another ten years have passed..." Wooks opened his hands.

Dunn interrupted him, "That pauper is George Wood's father, and that distant relative who borrowed money to go out is you, Mr. Billy Woods? You don't look that old..."

"They are well maintained." Wookes stroked his face, this action made Dunn have the urge to come out.

"But you know, Mr. Dunn. I'm not a philanthropist who spends a lot of money to society without asking for anything in return." Woods retracted his hand touching his face and swayed in the air, "borrowed When the money goes out, it will naturally be recovered. Even with the capital...400,000 yuan."

"Are you a loan shark?" Dunn gritted his teeth. It stands to reason that Woods can be regarded as Wood's relatives. Although he still doesn't know what kind of seniority they are, he still belongs to the family, right? Is it a bit too much to be so clear about the family?

"Oh, Mr. Dunn, you misunderstood me. I adjust this every year based on the bank interest rate." Woods said triumphantly, "Unfortunately, I can't find George's dead father, nor can I find him. My mother, Miss Sophia, asks for money—she doesn’t even have money to treat illnesses—you see how kind I am. Fortunately, I would also like to thank you in particular, Mr. Dunn. If you hadn't made George a professional player, How can he make a lot of money?"

Dunn really didn't expect there to be such a story behind Wood, as Woods said, this is really a vulgar story...

"Then you approached George several times and wanted to be his agent. It was a good plan?" Dunn thought of the extraordinary enthusiasm that Woods had shown to Wood before, which is really strange.

"If George is still the little stallion who works hard at the moving company, who cares about him? Thanks to you, he became a star, and I... Because of years of professionalism, I see another kind of potential in him. I think that since his father can’t find and his mother is incapable, then it’s not bad that the father’s debt is paid off. Yes, that’s what I thought at the time, and I approached him with this idea... Wait, next Do you want to say I'm mean?" Woods pointed to Dunn's mouth just opened.

Dunn shook his head: "No, I plan to scold you shamelessly."

Wookes shrugged and didn't care about Dunn's evaluation of him. Then he took the IOU from Dun En, and looked at the light from the door. The ink writing on the note was a bit blurred, and it seemed that there was a ghost in the dim light.

The old man just looked at him and said nothing.

Dunn stood on the balcony for a while, feeling a little boring. He was about to turn around and walked. He heard Wookes calling him from behind: "Mr. Dunn, you know, I never smoke, so... do you have a lighter on your body? ?"

Dunn took out the ZIPPO lighter from his pocket and threw it to Wookes.

Wookes took the lighter and lit the IOU from 20 years ago in front of Dunn. Seeing this scene, Dunn raised his eyebrows-he was a little surprised.

"Are you surprised, Mr. Dunn?" Woods asked, staring at the note surrounded by flames in his hand.

"Are you going to make me praise you for suddenly having the heart of a philanthropist?"

Under the light of the fire, Woods smiled slyly: "Because I just received a cheque for two million pounds a day ago, signed by George’s dead father. It’s amazing. I always thought he had died in the turbulent waves. At sea."

When the flame was about to reach Woods' fingers, he threw the paper out, and the last piece of paper was burned to ashes in the night sky, and then blown away by the night wind. The brief light on the balcony disappeared.

"It seems that he was doing pretty well." Dunn shrugged, with a sarcasm in his tone, "but why not come back and see his precious son?"

"Would you like him to come back to admit his relatives?" Wukes asked, staring at Dunn.

Dunn was confused by this sudden question, and he looked at Woods without answering.

"I think he feels shameless to come back. After all, he abandoned the poor mother and son and ran away. If he thinks that money can make up for the apology..."

Dunn thought that Woods would say "he must be wrong."

Unexpectedly, Woods immediately said: "That would be great. I hope I can receive a check for two million pounds from him every day." This time he smiled so much that he even showed his teeth, like a vampire Douglas in the dark. count.

"Well, since you don't need George to work hard to pay back your moldy 400,000 pounds now, can we deal with less in the future?" Dunn thinks this is his biggest concern. What about George's mysterious life, the family power behind Woods, and the adventures of George's dead ghost dad... none of them have anything to do with him.

"Oh, I'm afraid this is not what you want, Mr. Dunn. Although I no longer need the four hundred thousand pounds, you won't mind me fighting for better living conditions for George and his poor and respectable mother. ?"

Wookes's words were very high-sounding, and Dunn couldn't speak any rebuttals.

"As long as you don't go crazy, I don't object." At the end, he sighed helplessly.

"go Ape?"

"For example, opening your mouth is a weekly salary of hundreds of thousands..."

"As far as I know, Mr. Dunn. Before George became a forest player, you gave him a goal-a weekly salary of 120,000, right?"

Dunn was speechless, he said this to Wood himself, and said it more than once. In the past, it was only a good goal for Wood to work hard, like a carrot hanging in front of a donkey, becoming the driving force for him to keep moving forward. Unexpectedly, it was now caught by Wookes to ask for more reasons.

"One hundred twenty thousand...Yes, I said, but it also depends on the financial situation of the club. The club is not my own. If I am as rich as Abramovich, let alone one hundred thousand, I'll give it all 200,000." Dunn transferred the responsibility to the club and wrote a blank check to show his generosity.

"But the team is yours, you have the final say. Oh? Isn't that the case?" Woods took a step forward and looked at Dunn. "Don't you say anything in the team?"

"Of course I have the final say in the team, but Alan Adams is responsible for the financial issues. My transfer funds and the budget for each season are coordinated by him and me. Do you know? Cooperation, Nottingham Forest Club values Cooperation of various departments."

That being said, Dunn sometimes thought in his heart that the Allen was really getting in the way at some point, and he would refuse to sign in on the grounds of insufficient budget. He is not optimistic about the people, but he insists on signing in because of the huge market potential...Who has the final say on this team? Does Evan support him more or support himself more?

Just when Dunn was muttering in his heart, Wookes said goodbye. He returned the lighter to Dunn, then waved his hand and walked into the hall.

Dunn stopped him again: "I'm a bit strange, why would you ask me to talk about this."

Wookes looked back at him: "Because I don't want to tell George and his mother." Then he waved goodbye again.

Dunn followed him and saw Shania and her agent, Mr. Faisal.

What makes him strange is that when Wookes and the two met, Fasal stopped and greeted Wookes politely. Shania also stood on the side honestly, her naughty expression disappeared in an instant. .

This scene made Dunn frown again. Who is this Wookes... after all?

The three people chatted briefly together and then they dispersed. Before leaving, Woods pointed them to the balcony, and Dunn saw Shania and Fasal walking towards him.

"So you are here, Uncle Tony." As soon as she entered the empty balcony, the lively Shania returned.

"Are you talking to Mr. Wookes?" Fasal asked.

Dunn nodded: "I saw you treat him... well, respect it?"

Fasar smiled: "He used to be my boss, Mr. Dunn."

This answer surprised Dunn.

"The modeling agency Shania belongs to is owned by Mr. Wookers. I have been working under Mr. Wookers since I became an agent in this industry. But then he suddenly announced that he would give up his shares in the industry and run Go to be George Wood's agent, you know the next thing, Mr. Dunn."

After listening to Fasar's brief introduction, Dunn was in a cold sweat behind his back. Even Shania is a contract model of his company... It seems that she and this nasty old man can't get entangled for a while...

"Mr. Wookes is a good man, he is polite to everyone." Shania added next to her. "He is a real gentleman."

Dunn glanced at her, he was worried that what Shania saw was only the appearance of the old man. "I am also polite to people. I am also a gentleman"

"'Damn bitch's bastard'...is it the mantra of gentlemen, Uncle Tony?"

Dunn coughed twice.

"Child, don't learn swear words!" He had no choice but to bully the minor again, but the result can be imagined-for the grown-up Shania, the effect is getting weaker and weaker.

"Seventeen years old, not a child!" Shania retorted without showing any weakness.

Watching the two men start to quarrel, Faisal sneaked away with a sense of interest, leaving the empty balcony for the two of them.

"I know some models. I don't know how many men's beds have been in bed at the age of seventeen."

Tang En turned to look at Shania, the little girl blushed when she talked about this sort of thing? It's a pity that the night is too dark for him to see clearly.

He suddenly thought of the poor mother Sophia who ran to England from Jamaica with George's dead ghost father at the age of seventeen, and became pregnant with George, wandering alone in a foreign land, pulling the child to grow up. I'm also seventeen years old...

"Little Joe." Dunn suddenly called Xania's nickname.

"Huh?" Shania, who was lying on the railing looking at the night view of London, turned to look at Dunn.

"You must find a good man in the future..." Dunn muttered while looking at the distance.

Shania didn't answer right away, she looked at Dun En's profile and looked at it quietly for a while. Dunn didn't seem to know that Shania was looking at him, he just looked into the distance in a daze.

"Well, when I find it, I must show it to Uncle Tony. Uncle Tony is not satisfied, so I'll let him go!" She replied with a grin, and then hopped back to the hall.

Dunn didn't respond at all at first, and it took him a while before he understood, ah.

"I'm not your father!" He turned his head and complained at Shania's back. (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, authors are supported, and genuine reading is supported!)

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