American Fortune Life

“ In the movies, do you wear nei in your costume? ”

“What exactly did you take wrong? Since when has the world evolved so that strangers can ask each other intimate things like wearing neighborhood clothes? ”

“You don't think that's a good idea? ”

“Hmm? Ask people about what nei clothes they wear? ”

“Whoa, whoa, I didn't ask you to wear any nei... ”

“You just asked me if I was wearing it! Sorry...”

Andy had no expression on his face, but there were 10,000 beasts stepping on his head silently watching Scarlett Johnson tear off the microphone on TV, standing up and leaving the camera range, and the shocked male host watched the furious Scarlett Johnson strike out the back.

“Giggle... ”

Ivana snuggled up in Andy's arms, watched as she kept up with her, tearing Scarlett Johnson on the internet, laughing and twitching and having fun.

“Why are you looking at me like that...” Andy frowned slightly, an unknown pair, so he looked back and stared at Ivana's innocent words with a flashing, colorful eye.

“Hum--”

Ivana mumbled, dragged a long whisper, just trying to say something, and the phone on the coffee table rang in time.

“Let me see whose phone--”

Andy took a long breath, leaned forward, grabbed the phone on the table, looked down at the electricity, slightly picked an eyebrow, and showed Ivana the curiosity probe: “At this point, David Dunn called and looked like something was wrong. ”

“Then pick it up.” Ivana also frowned slightly, sitting upright and leaving Andy's arms.

Andy frowned and looked worried. In fact, he was very grateful for the call. He had just stopped in the afternoon and honestly rested at Malibu Beach. After dinner, I didn't expect Scarlett Johnson to record directly on the show.

Come on, none of these goddesses are fuel-efficient lights. One is bigger than the other. It's getting harder and harder!

Andy knows best about Scarlett being so angry that it's obvious that the widow is on the verge of an outbreak, well, it's time for him to soothe the long-lost widow.

“David, what's wrong?” As soon as the phone was on, Andy asked directly.

“Boss, after the game, two of our fans were stabbed with a knife by a Roman fan, a knife in the TUN department, and were hospitalized... ”

“fxxk! These fucking Italian pigs! ”

“Cough... ”

Hearing Ivana softly cough, Andis shrugged his shoulders unheeded by anger and walked aside with the phone, saying that they were pigs, not themselves, but Germans.

“Send someone to comfort our fans right away. By the way, sue the UEFA immediately. This malicious case must not go away. Contact the British Embassy in Italy immediately. The criminals must be brought to justice. The club must send lawyers to defend the legitimate rights and interests of our fans. Let our fans feel that the club is standing with them. These are our irons and must not be ignored! ”

David Dunn, far from Rome, stood in the hallway of the hospital, listened to the phone, his own boss' arrangement, knew his own boss, and this was going to make things bigger.

He also knows that his boss has always attached great importance to the management of hot fan culture.

Just a few hours earlier today, Hot Stings flattened Rome at 1: 1 with a total score of 2 to 1, succeeding in winning the championship of Europe, while some 1,500 Hot Sticks fans came to Rome, yet two of them eventually became targets for radical Roman supporters on the ground.

In fact, in the UK, stabbing fans in Italy is no longer news, and the Italian local media is shamelessly calling it the normal “welcome” of Italian football hooligans to the British.

So when David Dunn found out at the hotel that a hot stab fan had been stabbed, he wasn't surprised, though he cared, and he just wanted to come over and comfort the injured fan and deal with it what he had to do.

But the fans in the ward bite their teeth and say they're surrounded, humiliating the hot stabbing fans, waiting for the next time the Italian club goes to White Deer Lane, they'll definitely show the Italian pig the ‘passion’ cloud of the Londoners, and David will know that he's got a tempo to defuse his death.

David Dunn, a big man in the UK football field, knows better than anyone that UK football hooligans are famous for being bigger than UK. Although all clubs are keen to run their own fans, they also have a headache for the same group of hooligans in their respective fans. These bastards are definitely dedicated to the cause.

No way, he had to tell his big boss, and he guessed that once the big boss knew about it, he would never let go of the opportunity.

Don't look, Andy, the big owner of the club, doesn't really care about the operation of hot spikes, but he's not as popular and supportive as a hot spike fan himself.

Especially since the Hot Spurs are getting better and better, this time in the top eight champions, plus the news of becoming the richest in the world has spread all over the world, today at the time of the competition, 1,500 Hot Spurs fans are in Rome's home shouting the Hot Spurs slogan ‘Our TM is useless money! ’

As you can see, Hotsprick fans are not only proud to accept Andy Smith, the American boss, but also proud to be a big fan of Hotsprick fan the last time Andy beat the team of lawyers to the waist.

As fans, who don't want the clubs they support to acknowledge their existence, Hot Spurs not only acknowledge but also keep an eye on them, which makes Hot Spurs iron fans even more iron.

“Boss, fan fights are a regular occurrence, as is the fact that Italian fans are beaten in London, rising to diplomatic events and things get... ”

“Big deal, huh? Oh, I'm just gonna make it big!” Andy smiled coldly and said with a very strong tone, "1,500 fans, accompanied by teams to Rome to refuel the team, airline tickets, accommodation, tickets, these costs are not a small number, they are so supportive of my club, now they are in a foreign country, because they support us being bullied, can we stand by and watch?

Oh, maybe some other British super club will, but my club will never leave it alone!

The man who bullied me, I can't think of anything to erase, delusional!

The UEFA must give us a statement and inform the British Embassy immediately so that they can exert pressure on the city of Rome, and if they are not serious, I do not mind letting them know about the power of the media! ”

“Got it, boss, I'm on it.” David Dunn hears the tough tone of the boss, knows that nothing is going to work now, can only do what the big boss tells him to do, the big boss trusts him and makes him run the club in full responsibility, he doesn't really think he's the boss, if he really doesn't know who the boss is, who he should listen to, he will be kicked out immediately, and then he will be able to do what he wants, if he doesn't listen, it won't work.

“Where are you now? ”

“In the hospital. “

”Just in time, you handed the phones over to the two injured fans, and I greeted them, and, by the way, asked for their meaning, took two pictures and sent them to me. ”

“Okay, boss. ”

Shortly after Andy hung up, the phone was prompted for information, opened unread information, viewed two photos of injured fans, and, under Ivana's watch, forwarded directly to INS.

“Hot prick fans get stabbed in Rome, can't lose? Or, as the local media say, is this a normal Italian ‘welcome’ to the Guest? They obviously don't know that a simple wave and smile can be more polite. ”