While Rong Guang and Sun Fengyang sat in the stands of the Molumbi Stadium to watch São Paulo's home match against El Nacional, Debola had already landed at Munich Airport.

She left a little earlier than she said, because time was precious.

At this moment, she was alone with her suitcase and followed the flow of people out of the airport hall, where the German broadcast was being made, which she did not understand at all.

But she's not entirely new to this place.

Because just half a month ago, she had just been to Munich.

She stood at the exit of the terminal at Munich International Airport, surrounded by a stream of people, still overhead, with an incomprehensible radio overhead.

But now she is in a different state of mind than half a month ago.

Half a month ago, she lost her soul and stood here in grief, looking around, and for a while she didn't know where she should go.

The tears were already drying on the way here, and she felt isolated.

And this time, the haze of her father's death is still in her heart, but it has dissipated a lot. Although he was burdened with a huge debt of one million dollars, life finally returned to normal.

She's a lot stronger than the last time she came.

She looked around again, grabbed her suitcase and got back on the road.

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Debora lived in the hotel where her father lived in Munich before his death, it was not any hotel with a star rating, but an ordinary hotel, with a dozen rooms on two floors, and it was quite clean.

At the front desk check-in, Debora asked the waiter in English, "Is room 209 empty?" ”

The staff at the front desk looked down and flipped through the book, then said to Debola, "Yes, it's empty." Do you want to stay here? ”

Debora smiled at him, "Yes, I'm sorry for you. ”

The check-in process was quick, and Debora went upstairs with her suitcase.

The waitress turned her head to look at Deborati's struggling back, she was wearing a black dress and a black dress, her body leaned to the left, and she pulled the huge box with the force of leaning her body, and moved it up with great difficulty.

He wanted to go up and help, but he was afraid of being perceived as a tricky pick-up—he was only nineteen years old, and he was still very young.

After struggling with such hesitation in his heart, when he finally made up his mind to help, he turned his head and saw that the beautiful young lady was no longer visible on the stairs.

He was a little annoyed.

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Debora dragged the box into the room, closed the door, and threw herself on the bed, gasping for air.

She didn't have to bring such a big suitcase and so many things to Germany. But there are a lot of photo albums in there, all of which are group photos of her and her parents together and all kinds of photos.

She is reluctant to let these precious memories remain in other people's homes, although Sun Fengyang is very good, but what if she loses it? She couldn't afford the blow.

The parents are gone, and these photos are even more precious.

Of course, she will not forget what her parents looked like, but when she has children in the future, how will she describe to the children what their grandparents look like?

Debora lay on the bed for a while before getting back to her feet.

She stood by the bed, in the middle of the room, and looked around.

This was the room where her father lived when he died.

She came specifically. The last time she came to Germany to deal with her father's funeral, she didn't have this opportunity, and now she wants to experience the last part of her father's life in the room where his father used to live.

She looked at the writing desk in the hotel and seemed to see her father lying on the table, writing his diary under the orange lamp.

She turned her head to look at the bed again, where her father sat at the head of the bed, having just put down the phone call to Glory, and then picked up the map and looked at it in distraction.

She looked around the room, and it seemed that there were traces of her father's activities in every corner, and her father was so vividly alive before her eyes......

A fog covered her eyes.

But this time, instead of crying, Debora bit her lip tightly.

The plump and beautiful lips were deformed by her bite, and the bite was pale and bloodless.

But she didn't let the tears roll down her cheeks.

At the funeral, it was the last time that Debora cried because of the death of her father, and she had no parents from now on, she must live strongly, live well, and live happily.

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Debora arrived in Munich in the wee hours of the morning, and after three hours of light sleep in her bed, she got up.

She took a shower, and then carefully coiled her hair and makeup in the bathroom, her youthful face gradually matured under her hands, and with her heroic expression, it was really hard to believe that she was a student who had not even graduated from college.

After putting on makeup, she put on a neat suit top and a smart knee-length skirt, and then put a pair of black-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and the whole person suddenly looked like a strong woman in the workplace.

The last time she glanced at herself in the mirror, Debora pushed the door open.

She is going directly to the club's headquarters in Bayern Munich today to sell the glory.

In fact, she had already spoken to FC Bayern Munich on the phone before she came.

However, she is such an unknown woman to sell players whose names she has never heard of, and Bayern Munich naturally cannot open the door for her casually.

So her request was rightfully denied.

Debora didn't give up and flew straight to Munich.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get a tiger?

Debora knew that there were tigers in the mountains, and she was biased towards the tiger mountains.

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Debora stood under the treeside trees on Seebena Street, and in front of her was a three-story glass-walled building. This is 51 Sebena Straße, and the three-storey building in front of her is the club's headquarters in Bayern Munich.

Here, in addition to her, a lot of people gathered. However, most of these people are wearing Bayern Munich jerseys and hats with the Bayern Munich team crest, and most of them are children, gray-haired old people, and even middle-aged women with fat figures.

They are all Bayern Munich fans who have come here to wait for autographs and group photos after the team's training.

Debola's purpose is not the same as theirs.

She tried to go directly to someone who could speak to Bayern Munich, but was ruthlessly rejected by the security guards.

And because of this behavior, she was also targeted by the security guards, and now she can't even enter the gate of 51 Sebena Street.

But she didn't give up, she just stood at the gate, ignoring the guards' unkind gaze.

She thought to herself that the players' training was going to be over, and the officials of those clubs were going to be off duty.

I'm here to stop her, and I'll always be able to find a chance. If you can't do it in the morning, you will come back in the afternoon; If you can't do it today, then you can continue tomorrow.

In order to find someone, she also did her homework before leaving, searched for some current information about Bayern Munich on the Internet, at least figured out the current club structure of Bayern Munich, and matched those names and images.

For example, she knew that the president of Bayern Munich's club was the "Football Emperor" Beckenbauer, and Beckenbauer was an old man with gray hair, gold-rimmed glasses, and an elegant look.

She decided that since she was looking for someone, she would find the one who could speak the most. If you find someone who can't talk in the transfer work, you will waste a lot of effort, waste opportunities, time, and energy, and maybe miss more important opportunities.

So she set her sights on Beckenbauer from the start.

If someone else knew what she thought, they would definitely look at her as a madman.

But Debora doesn't care if her idea is crazy, incredible, unattainable.

She was now standing at the gate, staring inside with a torch, expecting the gray-haired old man to drive out of it.

Seeing her eagerly eyes, the security guards at the gate became more vigilant - don't be a madman who wants to attack the club's officials......

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It was close to noon when the fans outside 51 Sebena Avenue were in an uproar.

Audis drove out of the gate.

Every time a car comes out, someone rushes up to stop it and asks the players to sign autographs.

Overall, though, the atmosphere was very harmonious and there were no crazy or unpleasant things.

Because there aren't too many people in the first place.

One by one, the players' cars drove out, and after meeting the demands of the fans, they drove away one by one.

To the back, there are a lot fewer cars coming out, and the speed is much slower.

The fans who had gathered at the gate gradually dispersed.

The gate became deserted.

But Debora still didn't leave.

So far, she hasn't seen a club official drive out.

There were a lot fewer people at the door, and Debora was more prominent.

Seeing that she had no intention of leaving.

The two stout security guards at the gate glanced at each other, then left their posts and walked towards Debora together.

Debora is nearly 1.75 meters tall, and she is close to 1.8 meters when she wears high heels, but these two security guards still stand like a mountain in front of her.

It shows how tall and strong these two security guards are.

"Miss, we want you to stay away from the gate." The two said in German.

Debora spread her hands: "I don't understand." "She speaks English.

As she said this, her eyes were still glancing inside the headquarters gate.

It was then that she saw a black Audi coming out of the gate, and although the front windshield was a little reflective, she saw a gray-haired man sitting in the driver's seat, wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

Isn't that Beckenbauer?

Debora continued to confuse the two security guards with words as she prepared.

When Beckenbauer's car drove out, she took advantage of the two security guards not paying attention, rushed out from the side, and rushed directly to Beckenbauer's car!

Beckenbauer really deserves the title of "Football Emperor", he worked hard at his feet, and when he saw a person suddenly rushing out, he reacted very quickly at his feet, and quickly got off the brakes, accompanied by a sharp brake sound, the car stopped, and the front of the car was only half a meter away from Debola......

The two security guards looked back and saw this scene, they were completely stupid - whether it was the girl who was injured or the "football emperor" who was injured, it was an unacceptable result for them.

Beckenbauer also opened the car door for the first time and leaned out to see Debola's situation: "How are you, Miss?" It's a dangerous thing to do all of a sudden......"

Debora admits that she didn't think anything about it when she decided to rush out, just thinking "I can't let him go", and her body changed.

By the time her brain reacted, she was already in front of Beckenbauer's car.

At this time, she felt a little scared - if Beckenbauer had been frightened by herself and mistakenly stepped on the accelerator for the brake, she should have been reunited with her parents by this time......

But this is only a matter of moments. She immediately knew what she had come here to do such a dangerous thing.

She reacted quickly, walked around to the front of Beckenbauer, and introduced herself: "Hello, Mr. Beckenbauer. I'm Debora Kameia da Silva. Please forgive me for being abrupt, because otherwise I wouldn't have been able to even meet you. ”

Her voice was still trembling slightly, obviously frightened by the thrilling scene just now.

But at the same time, she was trying to keep her composure and make her tone sound normal.

I have to say that beautiful women always have to take advantage of something. When she introduced herself to Beckenbauer in a slightly trembling voice, the "Football Emperor" did not impatiently ask the security guards to drive her away, but raised his hand to prevent the two reacting security guards from coming forward to arrest her.

"Do you have anything to do with me, miss?" Beckenbauer asked.

"I would like to recommend you a very good player, he is absolutely 100 per cent suitable for your team, he is almost a household name in Brazil, he has great talent and ability, and he is now a key player in Sao Paulo......," she said, looking down and pulling out a disc in her bag. His name is Rongguang, and this is a video highlight of his game, and you should check it out, and I'm sure you'll agree with what I've told him about it once you've seen it. He's a very, very, very good player! ”

Beckenbauer took the disc and asked, "So who are you?" ”

Debora hesitated slightly, then said, "I am his agent, Mr. Beckenbauer. ”