...... dinner," Donn raised his glass and drank the rest of the wine, "The tavern in fantasy is a good way to listen to information, meet new friends, and meet old enemies......"

"It's possible to run into an old friend, Mr. Donne." A voice rang out behind Don En and startled him.

He jerked around and saw another familiar face looking at him with a grin.

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

George. Wood's agent, Billy. Woolks laughed, "You're so humorous, Mr. Donn. If we're not friends, what else can we be? ”

Don shrugged: "Who knows." ”

Wools clearly didn't want to dwell on this kind of boring bickering, and he knew that if he and Don were to quarrel, they would have wasted a lot of saliva and then won or lost. "I didn't expect Mr. Donn to watch fantasy, the Lord of the Rings or Harry. Porter? ”

Instead of answering the question, Donn asked Wooks, "How did you end up here?" ”

"Have you forgotten, Mr. Donn. Before I became George's agent, I was an agent in the entertainment and fashion circles, and I was friends with most of the people in this industry. Wooks gestured to the guests in the hall, "Mr. Armani, of course. ”

Armani's friend again. Don pouted and whispered? said: "Mr. Armani is really cold......"

"What do you say, Mr. Donne?" Woolks didn't hear it.

"Ah, I said that Mr. Armani has good teeth, and good teeth...... "Don said casually. Then he looked at Woods standing in front of him, and thought of something bad, "Aren't you coming to me again to talk about George's salary?" ”

Witches laughed, "Do I look like such an insatiable person?" ”

"What if I say like?"

"Then all you see is my appearance, Mr. Donne~" Woods suddenly winked at Don, which scared Don into a sway. He felt that he was very particular about dressing like a woman, and his voice was strange and strange. There are also some men with ringworm who are not right.

"But I came to you, and there is indeed something." Woolks raised his glass and pointed to the unoccupied balcony. "Want to hear a cliché story, Mr. Donn?" After saying that, he didn't wait for Don En to agree, so he turned around and left first.

Don hesitated, looked left and right, and found that the balcony had two wide doors, and it was easy to run if the situation was not right, so he followed.

Went to the balcony. It's a little further away from the noisy hall and quieter. Wools walked straight to the railing to blow the wind, while Don tried to stand by the door.

Woolks looked back and saw Donn's nervous look. smiled again: "Are you still afraid that I will eat you, and the devil who is not afraid of the heavens, Don't you?" We are standing so far away, how can we talk heart-to-heart? ”

Tang En moved a few steps forward a little embarrassed, and the distance between the two of them was finally relatively normal.

"Well, what cliché story do you have to tell me? If it has nothing to do with me. I might just turn around and leave. His mouth was not soft at all.

"Ah, well, this has nothing to do with you. But ......" Wooks saw that Don was really going to turn around and leave, and quickly stopped the meaning of leaving suspense, and said directly, "But with George. Wood related. He saw Don turn back again. "You're interested now, Mr. Donn?" ”

"You know I care about George."

"Of course, you have more affection for him than the coach and the players...... If you want me to say, it's more like ...... Father and son? ”

Don was noncommittal about Woods' assessment.

Woolks pulled out a note from the inside pocket of his coat and handed it to Don.

Don took it, leaned to the door, and watched by the light coming from the hall. The edges of the strip of paper are already fluffy. It looks badly worn, and it's been a few years old. Spreading out the paper, he realized that it was an IOU.

Above is someone in Billy. Mr. Woolks borrowed 240,000 dollars and promised to pay it back within 10 years. Don didn't know the name of the person who signed it, but he knew the last name - Wood, and the time was ......

"In 1987? This was twenty years ago? "Don ....

"The cliché story is simply this: a poor guy who has enlarged a girl's belly asks a distant relative of him to borrow a large sum of money, promising to pay it off within ten years, but ten years have passed, and that relative has not waited for the money to be repaid, and now another ten years have passed...... Wooks spread his hands.

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

"People are well maintained." Woolks stroked his face, an action that gave Don the urge to walk out of the door.

"But you know, Mr. Donne. I'm not a philanthropist who dedicates a lot of money to society without expecting anything in return. Wooks withdrew his hand and swung it in the air

"If you borrow money and go out, you naturally have to take it back. Associated with Profit...... Four hundred thousand.

"Are you a loan shark?" Don gritted his teeth. It stands to reason that Woods is also a relative of Wood, although he still can't figure out what kind of generation they are, but it's still a family, right? Is it too much to settle accounts with a family so clearly?

"Oh, Mr. Donn, you misunderstood me. I adjust it every year according to the bank interest rate. "It's a pity I can't find George's dead father," said Woods, "and I can't ask his mother, Miss Sophia, for money, for her own treatment, and you can see how kind I am." Thankfully, I have a special thank you, Mr. Donn. If you hadn't made George a professional footballer, how could he have made a lot of money? ”

Don really didn't expect that there would be such a story behind Wood, and as Woods said, it was a really vulgar story......

"So you approached George three times and wanted to be his agent, and you also calculated?" It was strange for Donn to think of the extraordinary enthusiasm that Woods had shown to Wood before.

"If George is still the little stallion who sells coolies at the moving company, who cares about him? Thanks to you, he's a football star, and I'm ...... Because of my years of career, I see another potential in him. I think since his father can't find it, and his mother can't do it, then it's not bad for the father to pay off the debt. Yes. That's what I thought at the time, and that's what I approached him...... Wait, are you going to call me mean next? Woods pointed to Donn's mouth just open.

Don shook his head: "No, I'm going to scold you for being shameless." ”

Woods shrugged, not caring what Donn thought of him. Then he took the IOU from Donn's hand, and then the light shining in from the door took a closer look, the ink on the note was already a little blurry, and it seemed to be ghosted in the dim light.

The old man just looked at it and didn't speak.

Don stood on the balcony for a moment. Feeling a little bored, he was about to turn around and leave, when he heard Woolks call him from behind, "Mr. Donne." You know, I've never smoked, so ...... Do you have a lighter on you? ”

Donn pulled the zippo lighter out of his pocket and tossed it to Woods.

Woods took the lighter and lit the twenty-year-old IOU in front of Don. See this scene. Donn raised an eyebrow—he was a little surprised.

"Surprised, Mr. Donn." Woolks asked, staring at the flame in his hand.

"Are you going to let me boast that you suddenly have the heart of a philanthropist?"

In the light of the fire, Woolks smiled a little slyly: "Because a day ago I just received a cheque for two million pounds, signed George's dead dad." It's amazing, I always thought he was dead on the rough sea. ”

When the flames almost burned to Woolks' fingers, he threw the note out. The last scrap of paper was burned to ashes in the night sky and then dispersed by the night wind. The brief glow on the balcony was gone.

"Looks like he's doing pretty well." Don shrugged his shoulders with sarcasm in his tone, "But why don't you come back and see him baby son?" ”

"Do you want him to come back and confess his relatives?" Wooks asked, staring at Donn.

Don was confused by the sudden question, and he looked at Woods without answering.

"I think he didn't have the face to come back, after all, he had abandoned the poor mother and son in the first place. If he thinks he can make up for his apologies with money......"

Don thought Woods would say "he must have thought wrong".

Unexpectedly, Wools then said: "That would be great, I hope to receive a check for two million pounds from him every day." This time he smiled so hard that he even bared his teeth, like a vampire Earl Douglas in the darkness.

"Okay. Since you don't need George to work hard to make money to repay your moldy 400,000 English now, can we deal less with each other in the future? Donn felt that was his primary concern. What is George's mysterious background, the family power behind Woods, and the adventures of George's dead ghost father...... None of them had a penny to do with him.

"Oh, I'm afraid that doesn't work out as you would like, Mr. Donn. I don't need the £400,000 anymore, but you don't mind if I fight for better living conditions for George and his poor, respectable mother, do you? ”

Woods' words sounded high-sounding, and Don couldn't say anything to refute them.

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

"Crazy?"

"For example, if you open your mouth, you will be paid more than 100,000 yuan a week......"

"As far as I know. Mr. Donn. Before George became a first-team player for the Forest team, you gave him a goal - a salary of 120,000 a week. Right? ”

Donn was speechless, he had said it to Wood himself, and more than once. In the past, it was only to give Wood a beautiful goal to strive for, just like a hoop hanging in front of a donkey, which became the driving force for him to keep moving forward. I didn't expect to be caught by Witches now and used to ask for more

"120,000...... Yes, I said it, but it also depends on the club's finances. The club is not my own, if I am as rich as Abramovich, let alone 120,000, I will give 200,000. Donn shifted the blame 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 so? Wools stepped forward and looked at Donn. Don't you talk in the team and don't count? ”

"Of course I have the final say in the team, but the finances are up to Allen. Adams is in charge, my transfer funds, the budget for each season, he and I coordinate it, you know? Cooperation, Nottingham Forest Club values the cooperation of all departments. ”

That being said. Don sometimes thinks to himself that Eren is really in the way at some point, and he will refuse to sign in with the person he likes on the grounds that the budget is insufficient. People who are not optimistic about him, but he has to sign in on the grounds that the market potential is huge...... Who has the final say in this team? Will Evan support him a little more, or will he support himself a little more?

Just as Don muttered to himself, Woods said goodbye, returned the lighter to Don, and waved his hand down the hall.

Don stopped him again, "I'm a little curious why you're talking to me about this. ”

Woods looked back at him, "Because I don't want to tell George and his mom." Then he waved goodbye again.

Don followed him. Saw Shania and her agent, Mr. Fassar.

To his surprise, when Witches and the two met, Faisal stopped and greeted Woods politely. Shania also stood aside honestly, and her naughty expression disappeared in an instant.

This scene made Don frown again, this Woods ...... Who is it?

The three of them had a brief conversation together and then dispersed, and as they were leaving, Woods pointed to the balcony for the two of them, and Don saw Shania and Fasar walking towards him.

"So you're here. Uncle Tony. "As soon as I entered the empty balcony, the lively Shania returned.

"Are you talking to Mr. Wooks?" Faisal asked.

Don nodded, "I see you ...... to him Well, respectful? ”

Fassar smiled, "He used to be my boss, Mr. Donn." ”

This answer surprised Donn.

"The modeling agency to which Shania belongs is owned by Mr. Woods. I've been working under Mr. Woods since I became an agent in this business. It was only then that he suddenly announced that he would give up his property shares and run to work as George. Wood's agent. You know the rest of the matter, Mr. Donn. ”

After listening to Fassar's brief introduction, Don broke out in a cold sweat behind his back. Even Shania is a contracted model for his company...... It seems that he and this hateful old man can't be entangled for a while......

"Mr. Woods is a very good man, and he is polite to everyone." Shania added on the side. "He's a true gentleman."

Don glanced at her, fearing that Shania was only seeing the old man's appearance. "I'm also very polite to people. I'm a gentleman too."

"'Damn son of a bitch, bastard'...... Is it a gentleman's mantra, Uncle Tony? ”

Don coughed twice.

"Children, don't learn to swear!" He had no choice but to bully the big again, but the result was predictable - for Shania who had grown up. The effect is getting weaker and weaker.

"Seventeen years old, not a child!" Shania retorted unflinchingly.

Seeing that the two men began to bicker, Fassar sneaked away with great interest, leaving the empty balcony for the two of them.

"I know models who have been in bed with men at the age of seventeen."

Don turned his head to look at Shania, did the little girl blush when she talked about this kind of thing? Unfortunately, the night was too dark for him to see clearly.

He suddenly thought of the dead ghost father who had run away from Jamaica to England with George's dead ghost father at the age of seventeen, conceived George, and wandered alone in a foreign land. Sophia, the poor mother who pulls her children to grow up. It's seventeen years old......

"Little Joe." Don suddenly called Shania by her name.

"Huh?" Shania, who was leaning on the railing and looking at the night view of London, turned her head to look at Donn.

"I must find a good man in the future......" Donn muttered as he looked into the distance.

Shania didn't answer right away, she looked at Donn's side face. Quietly looked at it for a while. Don didn't seem to know that Shania was looking at him, he just looked into the distance.

"Well, when I find it, I'll show it to Uncle Tony, and if Uncle Tony isn't satisfied, I'll let him get out of the way right away!" She replied with a grin, and bounced back down the hall.

Don didn't react at all at first, but it took him a while before he understood, ahhhh

"I'm not your dad!" He turned his head and complained at Shania's back