Chapter 150

Today is Sunday. Zhuoyang has been practicing piano all morning. After that, he went to the school clinic to change the gauze on his head. The strong and strong young people have super fast body self-healing and recovery ability. The scar on the wound is thick and old. After two days of removing the thread, nothing will happen. His stomach growled. He remembered that he asked Cheng Hao to have dinner yesterday. Anyway, he didn't train in the afternoon. Zhuo Yang touched his business card and called.

"Cheng Hao? I Zhuo Yang. This is my mobile number. Please remember it. Have you eaten? " It's always cooked like this.

“…… Hi, I just stuffed two hot dogs in my stomach. They are still full. But it's OK to have some more with you. " Cheng Hao is a little careless.

"That's a success. You can't do it, can't you? Two whole? Can you drink? " You can always drink if you can't eat.

"Fuck, I'm from Xinjiang!" Cheng Hao is not at all polite.

"Ha ha ha ha ha..." Zhuoyang laughs happily: to appetite, this guy absolutely to appetite.

"Ha ha ha ha ha..." Cheng Hao also laughed at the other end: to the appetite, Zhuo Yang is quite to the appetite.

Two people have not yet formally contacted, they feel the affinity of each other.

according to Zhuo Yang's instruction, the two met in the "Peninsula iron box" bar. Because it's a big bald head, and the light bulb is also pasted with gauze. Zhuoyang, who has always liked the stink, is wearing a dark gray hamburger soft hat today, which seems quite stylish. The hat was bought by Li Xiaoqing at the beginning of spring. The eldest lady thought this one matched Zhuoyang very well.

In the afternoon, there are only three or two people in the bar, which is very suitable for eating while chatting. Zhuo Yang introduced the boss's B to Cheng Hao, and the reporter couldn't help but make complaints about the wonderful nickname of Grantham. In Zhuoyang's eyes, Cheng Hao didn't yawn to tell Big S. B how much he looked for the nickname in Chinese.

"Take one!" Zhuo Yang and Cheng Hao hold up large beer cups. Of course, it's impossible to finish them in one breath. The slogan is the slogan. Zhuoyang is eating steak and bibimbap, just like eating water. Cheng Hao poured and drank himself, and the two chatted while eating and drinking.

Cheng Hao didn't do a formal Q & a interview, which is actually suitable for the studio. They were just chatting. Cheng Hao talked about how to get to Germany, Xie Hui in the morning, and his life in Xinjiang Construction Corps since he was a child. Zhuoyang talked about how to be a professional player and how to deal with the relationship between study and football.

The more they talked, the more speculation they had, the more football they gradually got involved in.

"I haven't stopped using this cell phone since early this morning. There's my front page in sports. Did you do it?" Zhuo Yang kept answering the phone in the early morning. His father, mother, sister, friends and classmates all said that he had been in the newspaper.

"Yes, I did. I'll follow you later." Cheng Hao doesn't beat around the Bush and tells Zhuo Yang his purpose directly. He can also see that Zhuoyang is actually a very easy person to deal with. The precondition is that you have to be angry with him.

"OK, that's easy to say. Tomorrow you go to the club with me. I'll introduce you to Chairman Mullen and croop... " Speaking of this, Zhuoyang just reflected that he and the coach are still turning their heads.

When Cheng Hao heard this, he was called a Shutan: he was so righteous! With the strength of wine, he patted himself on the chest and said, "Zhuo Yang, I dare not say anything else. As long as I'm still here, there won't be a bad news for you in the domestic sports weekly. I will send back the manuscripts and guarantee that they are all good words for you."

Zhuo and Yang love to hear this. Everyone likes to listen to what they hear. "I believe that. Let's get along with each other. But Cheng Hao, doesn't he say that your reporter's report should be objective and true? " Zhuoyang is a bit of a joke.

"Zhuo Yang, you don't know. Today's journalists dare to say anything and make up everything. The objectivity of bullshit, pure his mother is afraid that the world is not chaos. As long as they are eye-catching, there is nothing they dare not do. The black and white, the good and the bad, they all do it. If there is no wind, they have to make waves of three feet. So let me tell you, as long as we can avoid making up false stories, it's a good journalist with a good conscience. Besides, I didn't say that I was not objective and true? I call it selective reporting. "

"Ha ha, no wonder they all said, pull your reporters out of the line and shoot them. They dare not say if they have been wronged. More than half of them can die if they haven't been killed." Zhuo Yang was overjoyed: "Hey, you're wrong. What is selective reporting? How many evils I dare not see. "

"Up, up! You don't know how bad those domestic journalists are. In order to be famous, they can't figure out how to bury you! But then I will be able to fight for you. " This is Cheng Hao's experience. The blackness of Chinese football is not only in the football itself, but also in the football media.

In the later conflicts between Zhuoyang and the Chinese Football Association, Cheng Hao's "Sports Weekly" has always been shouting for Zhuoyang in public opinion, helping Zhuoyang resist a lot of malicious speculation and moral kidnapping.

"Then I'll ignore other journalists. You're my one. Oh yes, the Royal reporter!..." The two are talking so hot that Zhuoyang's phone rings. It's Li Xiaoqing.

“…… I'm next door to you Big S B here Introduce a friend to you... "Without much effort, Li Xiaoqing rushed in.

"Zhuo Yang, I read the newspaper. Did you let a grandson open the spoon yesterday Take off your hat and let me have a look... " The concern on Li Xiaoqing's face is nothing to pretend.

"Hey, it's OK. It's nothing. Just scratch your scalp."

"It's scary to read the blood in the newspaper. Let's go. I'll take you to have some good tonic. Which country's grandson? I'll find someone to give you a breath and give him up. "

"Don't, don't worry about it. Don't bring things on the football field. The football thing should be solved by football." Zhuoyang stopped him quickly. He knew that Li Xiaoqing was not just a casual talker, but also an absolute capable: "don't be surprised. Come and sit in front of me. I have friends here."

Li Xiaoqing then noticed Cheng Hao beside him. Cheng Hao quickly stood up: "Hello, I'm a reporter of our national sports weekly. My name is Cheng Hao. Are you Zhuoyang's girlfriend? "

"No!" Zhuo Yang and Li Xiaoqing share the same voice.

As soon as Li Xiaoqing heard that she was a sports reporter, she didn't take it seriously. Except for the intersection with Zhuo Yang, she didn't care much about all sports: "reporter? Remember to give more positive publicity to Zhuoyang. He is different from those goods in China. Besides, don't mention me in your report. If someone doesn't bother you, don't blame me for not reminding you? "

Cheng Hao is a little confused at Li Xiaoqing's words: who is this? How can I speak so fast? It's a big voice.

Zhuoyang said quickly, "don't, Miss Xiaoqing. I know you love me, but I'm ok? I'll play the piano for you later. " Li Xiaoqing suddenly felt the spring breeze. Zhuo Yang said to Cheng Hao, "my good friend, Li Xiaoqing. Don't mention her in the report. Her identity Something special. "

Cheng Hao nodded his head tightly and agreed, but he still murmured: who is this? Special identity? Do you think it's a singer or a movie star? But I don't remember.

There is no division in footnotes and entertainment. Cheng Hao knows something about the domestic entertainment industry.