The new month, as usual, broke out!
The first time was even worse.
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Qin Xiong and Fàbregas stared intently at the "drunken" man on the dance floor not too far away.
Hearing the man's words, coupled with the literal meaning of burning money, the two of them coincidentally had the same thought in their minds: Nouveau riche!
What happened next was even more surprising to them.
The man did not burn enough money, he took out almost a thousand pounds and started to throw money!
With him as the center, the people around him who did not know him took the initiative to stay away from him. Only he and his friends were jeering, as if throwing money was a dazzling and cool act.
This nightclub was really not low-class. There were all kinds of people who came here. It was undeniable that many women wanted to hook up with rich people, or wait for rich men to buy sex to earn some extra money.
But if there were ten, twenty, fifty pound notes scattered on the floor, would anyone pick them up?
No!
No one would pick them up, let alone snatch them!
If it were on the streets, perhaps someone would do so.
But there was really no one here who would pick up the money.
That was simply too degrading, too shameful!
The men who came here were definitely rich and thought that they had status. The women who came here were definitely those who did not have to worry about food and clothing, purely seeking the thrill of a romantic encounter. As for the women who wanted to earn money, hehehe, how could they pick up the money on the floor? They were really similar to beggars. Their ambitions were definitely not just a few dozen or a few hundred pounds.
If there were tens of thousands of pounds scattered here, it might make people go crazy. But that man threw a thousand pounds, on the contrary, it would only make the people around cast them disdainful gazes and hurriedly go far away, lest they mistakenly think that they were in cahoots with them.
After the explosive music ended, these people sobered up a little. When they saw that the people around them looked at them as if they were fools, they immediately went to pick up the money on the floor in embarrassment, then left the dance floor and returned to the booth.
Ashley Cole walked between Qin Xiong and Fàbregas with a wine glass in his hand. He put a hand on Fàbregas's shoulder and said with a slightly mocking tone, "Another hypocritical man has lost his composure after drinking. Haha, I've seen this kind of scene many times. Let me tell you his true psychological situation. He thought that he had made money and would be favored by a lot of beautiful women. When he came here, someone should take the initiative to throw herself at him. Haha, he was wrong. The girls here are all shrewd and know how to pick their prey. It's almost impossible for them to take a fancy to a mediocre player like him who doesn't make much money, and the news of something happening with him doesn't interest the newspapers. Haha, a person like him should be more pragmatic and go to a strip club to pass the time, but that old man just now wanted to have a romantic encounter."
Ashley Cole hugged Qin Xiong again and let Fàbregas and Qin Xiong get closer to his head. The hand holding the wine glass covertly pointed to various corners of the nightclub.
"Look, there are a few West Ham United players over there. They make a lot of money, so they have beautiful girls over there. There are a few bachelors over there. They are Queens Park Rangers players. They actually have similar thoughts as the crazy man just now, but they can only hook up with women by themselves, but they can't get women to take the initiative to strike up a conversation. For the current players, pride and glory are nothing. Money is king! "
After Ashley Cole finished speaking, he found that Qin Xiong and Fàbregas turned their heads to stare at him at the same time. Their gazes were rather strange.
Because the two of them could tell that although Ashley Cole's last sentence was sarcastic, his tone seemed to agree very much.
Ashley Cole immediately added, "Especially now, there are too many young players. As long as there's money, alcohol and girls, who cares what your ambitions are! Fortunately, we're not the same kind of people as them, so we play for the powerhouses. "
Qin Xiong heard the words and smiled without saying anything. He did not expose Ashley Cole's recount, which sounded like it was trying to cover something up.
Qin Xiong was no stranger to scenes of debauchery and debauchery in nightclubs, but what he was unfamiliar with here was the nightlife of many players.
It was almost impossible to see this in Amsterdam, probably because there was only one top team in Amsterdam, Ajax, and the star player Ajax was definitely the dazzling focus.
It really did not fall into the bleak situation of "going to a nightclub without girls."
It was understandable after a little thought. In fact, 99% of the players were nouveau riche. Of course, 1% had good family backgrounds, such as Fàbregas next to him.
The nouveau riche players came to nightclubs to have fun. In addition to the main purpose of sex, they also hoped to find a sense of existence, a kind of self-confidence in a hypocritical life.
Too many players, in addition to being able to play football, were actually not as good as ordinary people in terms of cultural cultivation and other professional skills, so they would particularly highlight the aspect of being rich.
Qin Xiong laughed self-deprecatingly. Was he not the same?
He was now living in a high-end house in the eyes of ordinary people. His food and drink expenses were not low, and his clothes were all branded.
Did he not care about this?
How could he not care?!
It was just that he really did not stand out to the point of losing his composure.
Fortunately, he had good living habits and personal pursuits. Apart from football, he worked out, studied, and painted. The monotonous but fulfilling life.
Fàbregas was silent most of the time. He could communicate with his teammates in English, but in fact, his English level might not be as good as Qin Xiong's. Therefore, he had been in England for more than a year and rarely participated in social activities. In addition, he was also young and because of his family background, he did not want to play in England and not make a name for himself, but become a big star in the gossip. If that were to spread to Spain, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Two beautiful women saw Qin Xiong and Fàbregas standing on the side of the booth, swaying their bodies slightly from time to time to the rhythm of the music. They recognized that they were the two Arsenal players.
Players who played for a powerhouse club meant more money. There was no doubt that some players who could earn 20,000 pounds a month would be rich in the eyes of the beautiful women, not to mention those powerhouse players who could earn 20,000 pounds a week.
They took the initiative to walk over. Fàbregas moved slightly, as if he knew that the two would come to strike up a conversation, but he did not know how to deal with it, so he let Qin Xiong stand in front.
The two beautiful women came over and raised their glasses to Qin Xiong, as if they were toasting. Qin Xiong raised his glass and took a small sip. Then, without waiting for the other party to speak, he smiled and said, "We're waiting for someone. Sorry."
In the nightclub in Amsterdam, he had learned a lot of excuses to refuse to strike up a conversation. Waiting for someone was the best one.
He changed his direction and told the other party that they had an appointment, so basically no one would shamelessly pester him.
The two beautiful women tactfully left.
Fàbregas approached Qin Xiong and nudged him with his arm. He teased, "Looks like you're quite experienced. Don't you like her?"
Qin Xiong nodded and said, "Well, I have a woman. By the way, you just stared at that, uh, very mature lady over there. Don't tell me you're not interested. "
Fàbregas covered his mouth and laughed in Qin Xiong's ear. "Don't you think that the more mature a woman is, the more attractive she is? I just admire her charm. I don't intend for anything to happen. "
Qin Xiong shrugged and smiled. "Everyone has a different vision."
By the time they left around 12 o 'clock in the evening, they had rejected almost five beautiful women's attempts to strike up a conversation, but Qin Xiong refused to use the excuse that the person he was waiting for never appeared.
This made some of the girls who failed to strike up a conversation a little annoyed.
Ashley Cole drove his two teammates home with flagging interest. He had thought that there would be two like-minded people. In the end, he almost exposed his nature. Sometimes it was necessary to pretend to be a gentleman in the team …
Qin Xiong returned to the front of his apartment with the commemorative ball for today's game and was depressed.
There were three holes in the second-floor window of his apartment on the first floor!
He called for security in the community and insisted that it was definitely the work of a f * * king Tottenham Hotspur fan!
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They went to a nightclub and just drank some wine, relaxed, chatted and danced. It was a very ordinary night.
But the next day, Qin Xiong witnessed the power of Fleet Street's sensationalism.
Two beautiful women who failed to strike up a conversation sold the gossip to The Sun, and then the rumors that embarrassed Qin Xiong and Fàbregas began to spread in English football.
"They said they had a date, but I didn't see a girl appear beside them from beginning to end. The two of them stood side by side and looked very intimate. At that time, I thought they had come to the wrong place. They should have gone to the Ku-Club."
The Ku-Club was a famous gay bar for men in the city of London.
The hint was too obvious.
Qin Xiong and Fàbregas were considered gay, and they were a couple!
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