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Chapter 71

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In the city by the sea, the rain was always particularly plentiful.

The weather was changeable.

Just now, they could still see the sun. Now, it was raining heavily.

Neil Bader Couré sat in the driver's seat. The car started, and the windshield wipers worked hard.

He was a taxi driver. In such bad weather, he still insisted on working. He was a rare example of the working people in Spain. He could be called a model worker.

There was no need to make a fuss. Although the weather was bad, it was an opportunity for taxi drivers to make money. However, Spaniards in the warm sunshine of the Iberian Peninsula were generally lazy. They liked to find various reasons to slack off. Bad weather, rest, illness, rest, and even a bad mood were all reasons for some lazy people not to work hard.

Therefore, Neil Bader Kurey could be considered a very diligent taxi driver.

The car radio was turned on, and the voice of the famous father of the Sporting de Gijón's talented player, Francisco José Pallada, came from it. The gentleman praised his son's performance in the game against Orléans, as if the team's victory was all due to his son. He also continued to criticize the manager of Sporting de Gijón's B team, and kept hinting that his precious son wanted to leave.

It was the third day after the game between Sporting de Gijón's B team and Orléans.

Bader Couré turned off the radio in annoyance. He was now very annoyed with Mr. Pallada.

Unlike some of his companions, although he thought that Pallada was a good player, he was not blind. Pallada's performance in that game was okay, but the other players' performances were not bad either. Sporting de Gijón played their best game in the last two months, or even in the season.

What was the reason for this?!

Bader Couré thought that the manager, the Chinese man, deserved credit.

He put in a good word for Li Ang, saying that he was a good manager. He said that the manager deserved credit for winning the game, and that Pallada should learn to respect the manager.

Unfortunately, his words did not win the support of his companions. Everyone was sarcastic about him, saying that he was addicted to cheap Chinese goods.

These bastards. They did not understand that a team could not be supported by one talented player.

This required the efforts of the entire team, and the role of the coach was crucial.

It was clear that the Chinese coach had a successful debut at Sporting de Gijón. That was the result.

It was only because of some prejudice against China and Chinese football, coupled with Pallada's father's constant presence, that most of the Sporting de Gijón fans were on the side of the talented new star, Pallada. They maintained a hostile attitude towards the Chinese coach.

Bader Kurey lit a cigarette. He was happy too. Why should he worry about these things? It was more important to attract more business and make more money.

*****

His car was parked on the side of the road, facing the entrance of FedEx Express. He was waiting here. FedEx Express was relatively remote. Even the buses ran every two hours, and taxis rarely came here.

However, Bader Kurey knew that it was a good place to get work. Thanks to Gijón's changeable weather and the remoteness of this place, he could often meet many unlucky people who were trapped here and needed to call for a taxi.

"Someone is calling for a taxi near the FedEx Express headquarters. Is there anyone nearby?" A voice came from the internal channel.

"No!"

"Hey, who's going to that damn place?"

"It's too far. I'm not going."

"Haha, that's right, Hardy. Let's go for a drink. This damn weather, let's take the afternoon off."

Listening to the voice on the channel, Bader Kurey laughed. "I'm nearby! Well, guys, the task of saving that unlucky guy is mine. "

"Ha, Neil, it's you again."

"Neil, there's no endless work. Enjoy life. "

"Come on, Neil, ignore that unlucky guy. Let's go for a drink. My treat. "

"Guys, have fun. I'm going to get to work. "Bader Kurey turned off the channel.

He stepped on the accelerator and parked the car in front of the FedEx Express headquarters. At the same time, he turned on the double jump lights and honked to alert the unlucky guy who was trapped here.

Who would be the unlucky guy today?

Which country was he from?

Japanese?

French?

Italian?!

Not surprisingly, the FedEx Express headquarters was an international parcel collection office. Only those foreigners would come here. In Bader Kurey's eyes, he was an unlucky fat sheep.

Then, he saw the unlucky guy appear.

A very embarrassed guy, dragging a big package, stood at the door and looked around.

Because the rain was too heavy, he couldn't see the person clearly and couldn't tell which country he was from.

Honk, honk.

Bader Kurey honked to remind the person.

*****

Damn the weather!

Li Ang dragged the package and stood at the door. He looked at the heavy rain and cursed.

His family sent him some treasures. They were all things that made him drool. Lao Gan Ma chili sauce, shredded pickled mustard, drunkard's peanuts, home-cured radishes, and some seasonings for pickled fish. This made Li Ang, who was fed up with Spanish food, shout "Hooray!"

He came here to pick up the package.

When he arrived, the weather was fine. Thanks to the low work efficiency in Spain, he was busy for a while before he got the package. When he came out, he saw the downpour.

Li Ang waited for a while, but the rain didn't let up. He didn't bring an umbrella, and it was nearly a kilometer away from the bus stop. Moreover, with the lazy style of the Spanish, it was estimated that the bus with a two-hour interval would come here this afternoon.

Anyway, Li Ang didn't expect the bus to come, so he called a taxi. At the same time, he prayed that some diligent taxi driver would be willing to come to this remote place in this stormy weather.

After the game with Orléans the day before yesterday, the president invited him to dinner.

The president praised him and said that he had not misjudged him.

Li Ang knew that a victory in a Spanish Serie C game was not enough to make the president treat him. On the one hand, the president was very interested in the plan he had proposed before. On the other hand, it should be thanks to the Orléans president. It seemed that the Orléans president made Mr. Arango very angry. That was why he was so happy to win.

Li Ang thanked the president for his hospitality and reported the progress of the plan to him. He also said that he would continue to work hard and was confident that he would lead Sporting de Gijón B team to a good result.

The president was very pleased with his statement.

To be honest, the rich Spanish food was really good. It was the best Spanish food, and it was very expensive. Naturally, it was very different from ordinary restaurants.

Li Ang ate very happily, but considering his wallet, he couldn't afford to eat those top-notch meals.

Fortunately, these treasures sent by his family could satisfy his appetite and satisfy his taste buds and stomach needs.

God bless.

Just now, the taxi call system had replied to him that there was a taxi nearby.

Just as he was looking around, he heard a horn. Then, through the heavy rain, he saw a car parked not far from the door with double jump lights on.

What a lack of service.

Seeing that the taxi driver was sitting in the car and had no intention of coming out to help him with his luggage and open the trunk, Li Ang couldn't help but complain.

He gritted his teeth and rushed directly into the heavy rain. He quickly opened the trunk of the car and put the package in. Then, he quickly opened the door and got in.

"Hey, man, be careful of the water on you. Don't wet my seat." Bader Kurey turned his head while complaining and yelling. Then he was stunned and stared at a guy who was awkwardly tidying up his wet hair.

"You are –" Bader Kurey. "Wow! You are Li! You are Li! "He exclaimed and screamed.

Li Ang was a little confused. Recognized? Was he that famous? He could be recognized when he was in a taxi?!

This embarrassed guy was actually a little happy at this moment.

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