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The next day, the British Super Commission, through Andy Smith, requested the acquisition of the Tottenham Hot Assassin Club, and everyone understood that it was just an outrage.

The headline title on the front page of the official website of the Hot Spike also uses "Towards a New Era” to kiss the ass of the new owner of his home.

Mainly because yesterday's new boss's reveal was really too deterrent, there was no hesitation to kick away the management that had just been replaced. In front of former Chairman Levi, a great deal of cleansing was carried out without mercy.

Of course, standing up and singing the black face was David Dunn, the former enemy of the Hot Spurs, who had already taken up the chairmanship of the Hot Spurs Club, only that everyone in the conference room knew how David Dunn could be so fierce at the risk of causing the club turmoil without a big boss nod.

Andy has been sitting there looking pale, giving David Dunn the platform, he doesn't have much time to put JING on a British super team, since he chose to trust David Dunn, naturally he needs the greatest support, he's not Abu, nor is he squeezing Manchester United's Grazer to death, he doesn't need his own club president standing around to listen to holy lessons and interfere too much with club operations.

He doesn't ask much, don't lose money, can raise the market value, then can share the glory, the first four of the league, can enter the championship, so that the club can share the championship dividend, for various champions, he doesn't have a hard metric.

Andy just blurted out what David Dunn didn't even know about the club when the loungemen in the conference room left.

When his voice had just fallen and he heard the apparent collective soothing breath and everyone's relaxed tense expression, Andy couldn't help but laugh, knowing that the club was worried about whether or not another arbitrary Abu was coming up and down.

“David, I'm very dissatisfied with the shitty traffic and dilapidated environment around White Deer Lane Stadium, you go talk to the city and let them solve these problems, don't they see how much good every game day can bring to the surrounding economy? ”

The crowd in the conference room heard the young new boss have a chilly tone and listened in silence.

“Also, the land around the stadium, if possible, we should buy it and prepare for a new stadium in the future. ”

“Wow.”

The conference room was so loud, they looked at the young owner on the first seat, the new stadium, shushing. That was something the previous owners had not thought about, mainly because the investment was too big. If the news came out, the hot fans and media reporters would scream.

Dressed in a nightgown, he hid in the bedroom of the Ambassadors' Suite in Lima at the Sofitel Visionary Palace, watched the newspaper report, and the television hanging on the wall was raving about the live presentation at the Hot Assassin Club.

Click--

With long black hair tied to the ponytail and a facial complexion, he walked in wearing only a pink open collar sling with a P-sleeping dress.

“Okay, you can come out. Breakfast is ready.” He laughed happily and fell into his arms along Andira's pulling force, reaching for his neck, and their mouths chun naturally stuck together.

Shh...

After his lips, Lima's pretty face was slightly red and dizzy, his breathing was a little rushed, and he slapped his man in the arm with a bad smile. There was really no way for him to slip the needle.

“That's disgusting! ”

Lima's face became angry with shame, his own man staring at Tian's fingers in a fierce light.

“This is yours... ”

“I'm talking about your face, I can't stand you! Let me up for dinner.” Lima rolled a white eye and the cheeks fei red gently.

Andy shrugged his shoulders and let go of Lima in his arms, just trying to say something that caught the attention of the TV press conference.

“Let's go out and eat and watch. You are also very discreet. You will not attend this important press conference. Tomorrow's news coverage will be lively again.” Lima's reddish face is accompanied by a drowning look, her admiring eyes looking up at the corner of her mouth and looking at the scene on TV with a derisive smile.

“Mm-hmm. Would I care about them? Since it's hostile to me, don't make up stories with my news, I'll sue them for bankruptcy, hmm, tomorrow Thursday's new issue of Newsweek, I'll let the Brits know what it means to hit me in the face and try to bully me, hmm, I'll let them know what it's like to be embarrassed in front of the world. ”

Lima shook his head and smiled lightly. There was nothing he could do about his little man's much-needed character. In the course of his rise, he was spoiled by the American media. Especially in the absence of rhythm, he blew his New York media into death. In the past year and a half, the American media has rarely hacked him.

Not to mention a lot of gossip tabloids pointing to his news, living and moisturizing. Although Andy is usually cold and ignores them, he has also established some acquiescence, which naturally won't hack him. As long as Andy doesn't make any angry mistakes and big scandals, his image has been successfully cleansed.

Andy, who was disgusted by British journalists when he walked off the plane, naturally held his stomach, especially the bastards on the streets of this fleet, disgusted him with a change of law, and the black history of two years ago was flipped out again to flaunt him, acquire hot stabs, and disgust him with all sorts of Yanks and football.

Now the bodyguards around Andy basically won't let the paparazzi into the protective circle, and they're equipped with all kinds of anti-photo devices, like lasers, strong light flashlights, sunglasses to cover their faces, bodyguard arms to block, all kinds of misfits, thorough and London paparazzi, not to mention interviews, and London reporters don't even hear a word from Andy.

The reporters on Fleet Street thought that today's press conference would never continue to fail to cooperate. When they arrived at the scene, the press conference began, they were completely depressed, and the righteous owner did not appear directly.

There are only spokespersons for the Hot Assassins Club on the podium, and David Dunn, the current President, and three new coaches, Heinks.

“The Tottenham Hot Assassin Club will officially enter Mr. Andy Smith's era, where Mr. Smith now holds 97% of the shares, and 3% of the outside, we will initiate an offer takeover.

Mr. David Dunn, President of the Club, Mr. Joseph Heinks, Head Coach... “

Journalists under the stage listened to the spokesperson Barbara's many presentations, but it was also understood that David Dunn, the deadly enemy of the Hot Spurs Club, had taken over the club completely and was more powerful than he had been in Arsenal. After David Dunn was relentlessly kicked out of the Arsenal board, he finished a gorgeous turn in a few months and came to British Super with a new attitude. Even fools knew that it was the city's deadly enemies who stabbed him and Arsenal's vengeance that was even more serious.

Revenge!

This is the idea of all the reporters under the stage staring at David Dunn with a faint smile.

Apart from watching the crowd eat the melons, there's nothing more exciting than the thrilling fans, cheering and laughing. As a dead enemy, it's natural to know how awesome David Dunn is a soccer manager. Although he doesn't like it, the shooter does become an alpine mountain under his management, but now it's different. Heh, what makes people happier than letting the commander of the enemy work for his own family and kick the original East PIGU hard? I don't know how many hot fans celebrate each other at this moment, laughing and mocking the enemy.

David Dunn's plenipotentiary for Andy's acquisition of the Hot Assassin Club is no secret in England. Arsenal up and down, fans have long known. Just at this moment, watching the familiar faces on TV, the creator of the legend of the Arsenal gunman with one hand became the rudder of the city's dead enemy. In addition to being ashamed and constantly cursing the scorn of the Hot Assassin, he had to laugh bitterly. After all, Arsenal himself scrapped his martial arts and drove David Dunn away.

Arsenal's chief coach, Wenger, was more bitter to smash his mouth. He knew more than anyone what an old friend he was capable of and where he stood in the football field. That's why he was more depressed, plus a young boss who was not bad for money, boom, and the competition for the next UK Super Four became more fierce.