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At 2 p.m., in the conference room of the London Financial Street Gaia Corporation, the new mayor of London, who was given a headache by Andy's ultimatum, and the Speaker of the Tottenham District and representatives of all parties involved in the construction of the new stadium gathered.

“ Andy, my friend, the 2012 Olympic budget almost tripled. We're under increasing pressure to cut costs, because the recession tightened the government's finances, and the £20 million allocation is already the biggest sincerity of our London city, and you don't know what I want to do now is cancel the Olympics, damn it, they left me a mess... ”

Boris Johnson, the new London Mayor with a messy blonde hair, started to cry when he looked at Andy Smith with a slightly irrelevant face.

“Mayor, I've been overlooked by you. Now, in the beginning, I was going to build a new stadium somewhere, and you told me that staying in Tottenham would give this to the city council, give that, okay, I believe it, and now you're telling me that the terms you promised can't be done, okay, I think I've wasted so much time, I'll find a way to raise money, buy land, build my own business. ”

Andy's mouth curled and his tone of ridicule unexpectedly twitched the corners of the negotiators present. When he saw that Boris had brought representatives of almost all the parties concerned, he knew that his coercion had prepared them for compromise, and that he would naturally not lose his chain at that time and would not slaughter them, which was already a disgrace.

“Oh, I'm still saying, if you want us to continue with our original plans to revamp the stadium, £30 million in government funding to revamp the city, £300 million in guaranteed low-interest loans, land around White Deer Lane, you're responsible, and we're buying net land from you so you can increase your financial revenue.

If you promise, we can make a deal now, and if it's difficult, we can change the plan directly, we're all busy, don't waste time, Mayor Johnson, this is my bottom line, and you all know very well how much profit we'll lose if we stick around in Tottenham.

Let's get this straight, I really want to move the new stadium to Fulham. After all, it's our white lily home camp, and it's more profitable. ”

Andy, there's gonna be a riot in Tottenham, and they're gonna... Cough, okay, okay, you win, this meeting today, all involved.

You Tottenham District Councils are responsible for land acquisitions around the stadium, our city will allocate £30 million, Barclays Bank is responsible for £300 million in low-interest loans, and as mayor, I sincerely hope Tottenham will recover, not become a major trouble in London! “

Thinking of Tottenham, the London people in the room shook their heads with laughter, and the government was even more ugly, arguably the biggest powder barrel in the whole of London.

Though it's only 20 minutes from Tottenham by subway to downtown London, that's another world altogether. Africa and Tuer have the most immigrants because of their large minority population, and unemployment is among the highest in downtown London, with a relatively high concentration of low-income people. Crime rates in the region are above the London average and the average life expectancy of residents is about five years below the London average.

As long as there is a street riot there, it can quickly spread throughout London, turning London into a street battlefield, and it is not alarming, because it has happened once.

A new stadium, costing £600 million, offers jobs, and everyone here knows very well how much. In the wake of the financial turmoil, the government pursued fiscal austerity and drastically reduced social welfare, and the economy is very depressed, you can undoubtedly give the 'bastards' there a mouthful of food, money and thank God for nothing but nonsense!

It was really decided that the British were still very efficient, and understandably inefficient, because they put all their time and energy into tearing and bullshit.

“I hear you're having a thrift Olympic Games?” Andy and Boris were drinking black tea on the couch in the conference room lounge, smiling and chatting alongside their men who were working on various rules of agreement, and the English were also very famous for their rigour.

“Forget it, Chet, if we'd known what we know now, believe me, London would never have applied, I'd have cut £1.5 billion in engineering costs in the meantime, and now we have no choice but to continue with the preparations for the Olympics. Prime Minister Brown tried to get out of the recession by stimulating consumption, and I can only see the enormous cost of organizing the Olympics as part of that.

Honestly, I envy the Heavenly Dynasties, they're so rich, those damn London media, and they're bragging about being better than the Beijing Olympics. Go fuck yourself, where do I get £20 billion! ”

Andy looked at this big mouth unexpectedly, he liked to talk nonsense Boris, he couldn't help but be a little impressed, this guy was a little bold, he dared to take the financial slaughter knife and cut the budget as soon as he came on stage, which was a risky thing, after all, the Olympic Games were totally on the lookout, and it was definitely a joke about his future.

“Would you like to hear how all athletes can cheer up the London Olympics?” Andy leaned forward with an odd look on his face, picking a bad eyebrow and squeezing a low voice.

“Oh?” Boris glanced and came forward, "What's your good idea? ”

“Oh, this wasn't my idea. Although the Heavenly Dynasty Olympics were a success, one thing that threw up the vast majority of athletes was the lack of a raincoat, and Olympic Village management was strict, you know, for athletes, it was a quadrennial world class party, huh.” Andy chooses Boris' eyebrows, a look you know, and smiles badly.

“Ha ha, I see!” Boris is laughing too, not an Olympic athlete, how do you know the cat is tired in there, "Damn, great, I should start a new company that specializes in raincoats so everyone can feel the humanization of our London Olympic Committee! Thank you, Andy. Your advice is too timely. I'll tell the press it was your idea... ”

“Pff--”

Andy almost sprayed the black tea out of his mouth and looked at Boris with a bad smile. There was an impulse to strangle him, and he laughed with no anger: “If you dare to mess with him, I dare to throw gloves and fight you! ”

“Oh, to be honest, you have to work faster, and if I can, I'll make sure the Olympic football finals are set on the New White Deer Alley.” Boris lowered his voice and promised Andy a quiet voice.

“You guys are really good at calculating. Well, thank you anyway, I'm sorry.” Andy shook his head and laughed, and this guy Boris was either on top of himself with a new track record, but he couldn't help but get the money from the financially strained City of London.

“Oh, we're win-win, so the London Olympic Committee has another new venue, and I want to cut that £1.5 billion, and the pressure will be less. ”

“Tsk, so we should get the Olympic Committee funding for the Hot Spurs Club, too? “

“Damn, it's already 30 million, how much more do you want! ”

“That's a government reform grant. It's not about the Olympic Committee, is it? ”

“You greedy guy... ”

“It's common sense to give a little, after all, to support the construction of your London Olympic Games, to use our club venue, and to pay a little rent anyway! ”

“Jesus Christ, you're the top ten super-rich Forbes in the world, and you can see all that money? ”

“Millions of pounds is not small money, and your Duke, even that kind of money, needs to be bargained... ”

“Cough, forget I said it!” As soon as Boris heard this Andy guy joke about the Duke, he hurried to interrupt, coughed up, and said, not cheerful.