King’s Landing in Nottingham

Chapter 483: The Can’t Escape

If the slander of the temperature difference sign is more or less included, Fu Zhisang is a downright derogatory term.

Wei Xun's trick is really ruthless.

Good things do not go out, bad things spread thousands of miles away, the original three-nation kill, with the collective withdrawal of Arsenal fans, instantly evolved into the Premier League teams onlookers Notts County and Manchester United to tear each other.

"For the future or for the money? The transfer of a young French player allowed Manchester United to fight Notts County!"

"Fat water stays in foreign fields. The Notts County Club robs people by unscrupulous means and spends nearly double the amount of money. Sir Ferguson criticizes Notts County by name!"

"The old man took a look and walked away, Evra is not worthy of Manchester United's red shirt!"

This group of media people in England has never been too troubled. The fire is already very strong. They still don't forget to add a few more firewood to the stove.

This can make the people who eat melons itchy, come here, put the legs away, the front row sells melon seeds, peanuts, bowls of noodles, chicken legs, chicken feet, duck necks...

"My god, it's a shame that we just upgraded the club's server before, otherwise, we will charge this amount of traffic, this time it must have crashed again..."

This is the traffic data just sent by the club office. In just three days, the server of the Notts County Club was overloaded again.

"This veteran capitalist power is not the same. There are a lot of mobile phones and computers. Internet fees don't need money..."

Zhao Tai slumped his hands on the desk, lowered his head, and pursed his lips. He was not so sad in his heart. His popularity increased. The money for upgrading the server before seemed to have been paid back all at once.

With his wide right foot banging on the floor neatly, Zhao Tai was also wondering whether he wanted to upgrade the club’s server again. There was no need to deduct it. If you want to buy it, you can buy the best one, and you have to buy more. A few.

In the past, it was the loss of not knowing this thing. I was slaughtered several times by the British fat guys. The money was spent, and the things were not good, fucking.

But now it’s different. The club is becoming more and more professional. My brother’s posts are equipped with many professionals. I usually buy some office appliances and electronic equipment through the channels of Notts County fans. The business was exploited.

The reason for putting on a bitter face is that we just don't want Wei Xun to have the illusion that the Notts County Club can now spend money randomly. As Wei Xun's God of Wealth, Zhao Tai must firmly tighten this pocket.

"Brother Tai, let's do things, we should pay more attention to the structure, it's not good for you to always be like this. Our Notts County is now a big club anyway, and we won the UEFA Cup! This season, we are all different. The competitions go hand in hand. If you can’t tell, you can get a four or five crown. How cool? So, it’s worth spending some money!"

Wei Xun's Erlang's legs trembled more happily than anyone else, and the portable desktop was shaken by him. It was a shame that there was nothing on the desktop except a few pieces of paper.

The intoxication on Wei's face gave people the illusion that the Notts County Club has now steadily won the honor of the four crowns and the five crowns.

"Boom boom..."

Unable to watch Zhao Tai patted the table with his hand, piercing Wei Xun's daydream.

"Look at what you look like! Tell me about the pattern every day. What's the use if you only have the pattern and don’t have money to do things? Forget it, let’s not talk about it, so please think about how to deal with it. What happened to you and the old Scottish man."

Zhao Tai knew from a young age that he was frugal, and his arduous and simple style was vividly reflected in him. Wei Xun, a kid who is used to spending money, is obviously too difficult and too difficult to force him to live a life of discretion.

Zhao Tai didn't know how to judge Wei Xun and Ferguson. The relationship between Notts County and Manchester United itself is not very good either. If you tear your face, you will tear your face. Anyway, this day will always come.

This kid seldom thinks about the consequences of doing things. Who is Ferguson? He has been in English football for many years and has the title of Jazz. The fans of Manchester United club are everywhere, and there are many fans in China. At this time, fighting Ferguson is obviously not a good choice.

"Cut, what can we do, right, who made us lose to them in the league? You think we can all be like us and Liverpool, always meet? I just hope to be in the FA Cup Or meeting Manchester United in the League Cup and let me eliminate them, that would be great!"

Wei Xun is very puzzled that the relationship between Notts County and Liverpool is quite good, Benitez and Guardiola have a good personal relationship, and the exchanges between the players of the two sides are also very frequent, but why do you always let Liverpool play against him?

There is no room for two tigers. Two strong teams must have a winning side. The two matches with Liverpool this season have been tied. If there is a tie again in the third game, the probability is too small.

Finally reached the League Cup semi-finals, Notts County met the Reds Liverpool, what kind of indissoluble bond between the two teams?

After several consecutive seasons, every time when a result is about to come to Notts County, Liverpool can always appear in a timely manner. The Red Army seems to be in front of Notts County and will never escape.

"Really, Brother Tai, the more I think about it, the more angry I am. Is there any shady in the League Cup draw? How can Manchester United draw a weak team, we have to fight Liverpool!"

"Maybe because they are Sir Alex, we are white..."

Zhao Tai’s tone was full of jealousy and displeasure. Wei Xun helped the British royal family solve the big problem this time and provided such informative black materials. The British queen and prince did not think of giving the Notts County club a crown. The royal title, or rather, also rewarded Wei Xun with the title of knight?

"Why, Brother Tai, why are you looking at me like this? If you really want to be the patriarch of the jazz, let's buy one..."

Zhao Tai stared at Wei Xun straightforwardly, making Wei Xun's heart cold. Wouldn't Tai brother want to be the jazz of the Rush?

"I'm a fart jazz! Laozi is upright Chinese, a glorious veteran of the People's Liberation Army, be your sister's British jazz, go..."

While talking, Zhao Tai lifted up and kicked Wei Xun's ass. A hungry tiger rushed to press Wei Xun on the sofa, aimed at the most fleshy part of Wei Xun's body, punching and kicking.

...

Zhao Tai left like a rainbow, Wei Xun touched his buttocks, crying without tears:

"Really, why is Brother Tai making such a heavy hand? Fortunately, there is a lot of meat on my ass..."

There was nowhere to vent the bitterness. Wei Xun could only vent all his dissatisfaction on Sir Ferguson. He went directly to the "Fan" magazine, and in front of Mark, Elena and Patricia, he sprayed three times. More than ten minutes...