The ace broker of superstar development

Chapter 103 Die, little bugs (1)
The sky is big, the wind is always the strongest.

The director had no choice but to nod, and ordered: "The person in charge of the changing room, arrange for the stars to appear."

Milan waved at the audience, and his magnetic voice was slightly raised: "Dear audience friends, next, it will be the time for you to feast your eyes, shout out the name of your idol!"

The music changed suddenly, and the audience looked towards the stadium, and there were familiar faces standing beside the cute-looking caddies.

"My God, the golden boy of football!"

"David, he is so handsome. I want to have a monkey for him."

"Anji Luo, damn it, his dandruff is still so dazzling on the big screen."

The screams of the audience almost overturned the entire stadium, fortunately this is an outdoor field without a roof.

The staff tried their best to stop the audience in the front row, but they were thinking about when they could go up and ask for an autograph.

Everyone was shouting loudly, calling their idol's name, but they could hardly hear what they were shouting.

Many people almost have the urge to cry when seeing them in reality for the first time.

Milan is right.

Who still remembers Dongmeng now? Yes, there seems to be a girl who is overbearing and wants to challenge them today, but as soon as these stars come out, no one will think of Dongmeng for the time being.

Who cares about that.

They just want to be closer to their idols, and a little closer.

The stars talked to each other in English with various accents, expressing their appreciation to the fans of Heaven.

"Oh my god, I almost thought I was back in my home country, the audience here is so enthusiastic."

"Oh, dear Antetokounmpo, these are cheers for me, please step aside and don't block the eyes of my fans."

"Hey, David, if I remember correctly, your team seemed to lose in the World Cup last time. They thought it was me."

The stars complained to each other, acting like big boys, and suddenly someone asked a question.

"Everyone, everybody, isn't the purpose of our coming here today for a girl named Meng Dong?"

The men who were talking suddenly stopped and looked at each other.

"Cut it off, we're only here because the generous wind paid us a lot of money to appear, and I don't believe a girl can block our big volley."

"But that video was really powerful."

"False football in Heaven has always been an international practice, you don't know it, oh, sorry, I forgot, you are a newcomer."

The star players who hit each other were laughing and laughing, but they didn't take Dongmeng seriously.

They have to admit that the ancient East has delicious food, enthusiastic audiences, and prosperity that they didn't know before.

But they absolutely do not admit that anyone in this country that invented Cuju can stop them from shooting together.

Not even the best goalkeeper in the world!
Not to mention an unknown girl.

What a joke, the women's football in the green field is completely different from the men's football, unless God is a girl, otherwise this kind of miracle is impossible.

"Dear handsome guys, you are really handsome." Milan stepped forward to meet several people, talking in proficient English: "I almost thought I saw a group of international models."

This kind of unrestrained yet playful Western-style humor obviously won the favor of everyone. Antetokounmpo joked with a smile: "Is that so, it's a pity that our height is far from the model's level."

This kind of self-deprecation was conveyed to everyone by the simultaneous translation on the spot, and the audience laughed knowingly.

Milan said with a smile: "But when they walked the runway, it was definitely not as exciting as yours on the green field. Listen, how many people are cheering for your show."

A football golden boy was so elated by the praise, he couldn't help saying: "Hey, beauty, your mouth is so sweet, do you have time tonight? We can discuss the difference between football players and models in private. Of course, our goals will definitely More."

All the men at the scene gave out wretched smiles knowingly, but Milan pretended not to understand and raised his eyebrows: "Really? But after this game, I hope you still have energy left."

Jintong laughed out loud. In his opinion, this game was purely for entertainment. If the goalkeeper on the opposite side was more beautiful, he might be able to release the water. After all, judging from the blurry video, that girl's figure is still very good of.

"We are here for a competition, where is that lady now?"

Relaxed in life, the serious David couldn't help asking after he got on the pitch, and his question reminded the audience.

By the way, where is the winter lemon?

The brave girl in the video won't run away!
Feng Chu stood upstairs, looking down at the field.

The heat wave-like crowd, the shouts that pierced the sky, and the famous stars in the middle of the stadium.

He just looked at it like this, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

World-class stars added fuel and jealousy to the side, and the fans shouted and roared. Milan bit his lower lip slightly and looked at the assistant.

The latter sighed inwardly, Milan climbed up from the bottom, and she followed around all the time, when had she ever seen such a look.

The anger of the fans is really unreasonable.

"Director, the situation is unstoppable, let's find a way to let Miss Dong appear."

The director looked at Feng Ling in embarrassment.

The man was dressed in a well-tailored suit, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, handsome face, like a male model from a top fashion magazine.

There was always a coldness and alienation towards strangers between the brows, but a trace of anxiety occasionally flashed in the eyes.

He had thought of ten thousand plans to deal with the aftermath, but he never thought of the current situation.

Boiling against the sky, reminding us of a busy city.

Lowering his eyes, Feng Ling turned a blind eye to the director's eyes asking for help.

Dongmeng, who has always been bold and reckless, will never run away, never.

"There is no way to know Miss Dong's situation, let Milan calm down the emotions of the audience first."

The assistant holding the walkie-talkie couldn't believe his ears. Seeing Milan standing on the platform almost helpless and facing Western-style teasing, he sighed deeply.

Sister Milan, what would you do if you climbed up from the bottom?

In the auditorium, Gao Yuanming, who was sitting on the edge with his hat pressed down, showed an almost indiscernible smile on his lips.

"Milan, this woman who looks like a grass on the wall, should get cold feet."

Sitting next to Gao Yuanming was a woman in a black one-piece professional dress. Her rigid face and black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose made her look like a nun.

Hearing Gao Yuanming's comments, the woman nodded expressionlessly: "It is impossible for Dongmen to appear. Milan can only escape by picking himself out. The Lemon Company is like a building that is about to collapse. Only a smart person can do it as soon as possible." Jumping out of the window and fleeing, even if you jump out of the window, it may not be a way out."

(End of this chapter)