At night.

In a manor house on the outskirts of Lancashire, England.

This is the super manor of Nangongji, and at this moment, several old men dressed in dragon style are constantly helping Nema'er check his legs and help him anoint oil.

"BOSS, does this treatment really work?." Nema'er looked at his feet full of small needles, which made him very curious.

"Don't talk nonsense, I promise you two good days."

Nangongji responded impatiently, the rare products he produced in the system were wasted on him, and now Ma'er actually dared to question his divine oil, how not to make him angry, these are all only items.

An hour later.

"Okay, you can rest here for the past two days, and then go back to the training ground when the injury is healed." In fact, Nangongji did not plan to go back to the club in the past two days, and he also had to relax for two days.

Now that the team has a head coach and a group of assistants, he can rest assured at home.

Other people are comfortable counting money at home, he is good, personally do not say, now he has invested tens of millions of euros in the team, and has not earned a penny.

So his boss, at present, is still a very failure.

"BOSS, I heard that there are many myths and legends and historical stories in your dragon country, can you tell me about it?" Nema asked with interest.

"Myth? Terrible?.

"Well, you are a good dealer, I tell you, in fact, why are we called the Dragon Kingdom, because we are the most powerful creature, the introduction of the divine dragon."

As for history?.

I remember that Cao Thief was a good wife.

If you ask me, I don't understand. "

Nangongji didn't bother to pay attention to him, he was a dead foreigner actually asked this, he didn't know any history, let alone any myths, everything he knew had already told him, why don't you go."

"Boss, is that all gone?."

"Of course there is, that's the legend of brother." Nangongji turned around and gave him a sly smile.

The next morning around 9 a.m.

"Bell bell bell bell . ."

Nangongji's mobile phone rang, and he was still sleepy, picked up his mobile phone and looked at the call, seeing the number he didn't recognize, he hung up directly.

Then he covered his head and went back to sleep.

Long.......

"Bell bell bell bell . ."

The phone rang again, still the same number, and Nangongji answered the phone with a black face.

“who？。"

"Hello Mr. Nangong, I am a reporter from Tianxia Football in England, and I am Wen Xiaoluo."

"What are you doing so early?." Hearing that it was a reporter calling, it made him even more upset.

"That's right, because yesterday's match between your Morcam team and Sheffield United, in which the player Mr. Nemar was injured, we want to know..."

"There is nothing to interview, I said that it is good to only promote the positive, and there is no need to take the rest to attract attention."

"Toot toot . . ."

Nangongji hung up directly after speaking, he wanted to burst roughly, just let him report on the positive victory, and now he knew as soon as he heard that the reporter must be trying to attract attention through the horse injury.

At this time in the Mokkam training base.

"Ahh

"What kind of person is this, it's so rude, I hung up the phone without speaking."

She called Wen Xiaoluo, a reporter from Nangongji, and now she is also very angry, and she has been hung up continuously, and the most important thing is that she has not finished her question, and she was hung up.

"Sister Xiao Luo, this should be the first time in your life that you have been hung up by a man who has seen you and is still familiar with you, how do I feel that you are not as attractive as you were back then." Cheng Wenjie, a male reporter on the side, said with a grin.

There were also several staff members who had just been sent from the headquarters of the Dragon Kingdom, one of whom was also the leader here, and this time he was responsible for docking the Mokem team and Nangongji.

After all, Wen Xiaoluo is still junior and not very sociable, and dealing with the Mokem team that now has great potential, Tianxia Football will definitely not treat this matter so casually.

"Xiao Luo, what's going on?." The middle-aged woman with a serious face next to her was the person who had just been sent here to dock Nangongji.

"Supervisor Tang, Prince Ziji hung up my phone continuously." Wen Xiaoluo said awkwardly.

As his colleague Cheng Zijie said rightly, this was the first time in her life that someone who knew her and had seen her face hung up the phone.

Seriously, Wen Xiaoluo at this moment is really puzzled, maybe this person is like this, self-possessing good looks, not pretending to be the kind of man who has nothing to offer, and does not take care of others.

Now meeting a man like Nangongji who has no feelings for her, and does not give her face, nor is he affected by her appearance, she has been hit hard.

"Hang up your phone?."

"You mean to say that he has an opinion about you, did you do something offensive to cause this, you better make it clear?"

Wen Xiaoluo, I can warn you.

Don't say it's you, even if the chairman comes over in person, he doesn't dare to offend Prince Ji, let go of him as the heir of the Nangong family.

Just now that he is the owner of the Mokem team, it is no longer something we can offend, do you know how many sports websites in the Dragon Kingdom want to find Prince Ki to cooperate with now?

You are good, you actually directly offended, let us whole world football want to deal with the character, how do you say this matter should be handled?.

This Director Tang indiscriminately scolded Wen Xiaoluo, but her words also directly made the party Wen Xiaoluo speechless.

Now she is very aggrieved, she really doesn't know in what way she offended Prince Ji, making him so disgusted with himself, it seems that from the beginning when he saw Nangong Ji, he didn't have a good face for himself.

She quietly recalled that she had not said anything wrong on the phone just now, nor did she have a bad tone, thinking of Nangongji's attitude towards her so badly, her heart was suddenly full of grievances, and tears flowed involuntarily.

"Director Tang, let me make it clear first, I didn't deliberately offend, or be disrespectful to the Mokem team or Prince Ji, I also want to know, how can he treat me like this, I hope you don't move to teach me a lesson."

Other than that!

I am an English foreign correspondent, although you are my boss, but it does not mean that you can dictate to me, if you feel that I do not meet your employment requirements, you can contact the headquarters to complain about me. Wen

Xiaoluo did not seem to succumb to the prestige of his superiors, and to be able to become a resident correspondent in England at such a young age, she must not be idle, and she must have an unknown background.

"You . . ."

Director Tang was very angry by Wen Xiaoluo's arrogant attitude, and after Cheng Zijie on the side saw this, several people looked at each other, and quickly stepped forward to make peace and avoid making a big deal.

"Wait, don't argue.

Supervisor Tang, Sister Xiao Luo really did not have any disputes or conflicts with Prince Ji, I have always been here, I know.

Maybe Prince Ji is not targeting us now, or maybe he just happened to be in a bad mood, and Sister Xiao Luo happened to call and hit the muzzle. Hearing

Cheng Zijie say this, Wen Xiaoluo suddenly remembered that on the phone just now, Nangongji's voice seemed to be a little strange, and she lowered her head and thought about it.

"Oh, I see, it must be."

"What's how?."

"It's just that I called Prince Ziji just now, he should still be sleeping, I heard his voice is not awake, could it be because of this?." Wen Xiaoluo said with certainty.

All her colleagues, including Supervisor Tang, who had a dispute with her, also nodded in approval.

"In that case, let me talk to him, anyway, I have already offended, it is better to explain it directly."

"Well, what Supervisor Tang said makes sense."

The person who responded was actually Wen Xiaoluo, and her response made several other people feel very strange, and the state of the two just now was still-for-tat.

Now it's a tacit fusion of ideas.

And the south palace base side.

"Toot toot . . ."

The phone rang again, seeing that it was still the same phone number, which made him a little impatient, the reason why he was angry just now was because he was really woken up, and secondly, Wen Xiaoluo wanted to hype up the matter of Neima'er, which would make his tone so bad.

"Hey, reporter Wen, is there anything else?" Nangong Ji language is much smoother.

"Mr. Nangong, I am the director of the England branch of Tianxia Football, I want to talk to you..."

"Director of the World Football Website?."

Nangongji on the other side of the phone thought for a while.

"Okay, I'm on the outskirts of Lancashire..."

Nangongji told the other party the address of the manor, as for what they had to discuss, he didn't know, since he chose to cooperate with the World Football website, the director of the people personally came to talk about things, this face he had to give.

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