Freddy Eastwood's matter was easily settled. Since he was now playing for an amateur team, his value was very low. The Forest team only needed to pay 100,000 pounds to take him away from Grays Athletic. Actually, they could have done without spending a single cent, but Tang En still gave the money out of apology to Eastwood. After all, it was because Grays Athletic was willing to take in a striker with a broken leg and let him participate in matches to ensure his form that Tang En could see Eastwood in such a lively state.
Both sides signed the transfer agreement. From January 1, 2004, Eastwood was considered a member of Nottingham Forest.
Tang En heard that Collymore's team had lost again in the bar after returning from Baselton. He knew that the kid was not far from dismissal.
On Monday morning, the London Stock Exchange opened. Nottingham Forest Football Club announced a change in ownership through the stock market — Evan Doughty had acquired 75 percent of the Nottingham Forest Football Club's shares.
This news confirmed Tang En's suspicions. He also completely understood what Evan and his financial advisor had been up to for the past half a season.
What did it mean to have 75 percent of the shares in an English football club? It meant that the controlling shareholder could already override the club's board of directors. The club was completely his. He could immediately announce his withdrawal from the stock market and turn the original joint-stock company into a private club. He could also announce the club's new policies and future development plans without going through the board of directors' deliberations. This included renovations, expansions, new stadiums, buying and selling players, the club's senior personnel appointments. In short, he was the club's emperor. No one could oppose any of his decisions.
Even if Evan said, "From next season onwards, Forest's season ticket prices will increase by 300 percent, and all the drinks and food sold in the stadium will increase by 100 percent," it would be an unchangeable decision even if the fans protested.
Of course, Tang En believed that Evan would not be that foolish.
He looked at the league rankings. Forest had fallen to the bottom four due to their consecutive losses. The bottom three teams would be relegated to Division Two at the end of the season. If Forest was really relegated, it would be useless no matter how many shares Evan Doughty had.
He wanted Forest to become a personal money-making machine, so he had to make the team achieve good results.
Tang En knew it was time for him to make an appearance.
Evan! Give me a call. Tell me you need me!
Just as Tang En finished roaring in his heart, his phone rang.
"It can't be that accurate …" Tang En mumbled as he answered the call.
It was indeed Evan Doughty, but he was not calling to ask Tang En to return to the City Ground. Instead, he was calling to tell him an unexpected piece of news.
"Tony, I just received a call saying that Collymore was beaten up in an alley outside a bar and was sent to the hospital. Do you know anything about this? "
"Ah?" Twain was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, I don't know. Will there be any negative repercussions? "In fact, he really wanted to say," Who beat him up? I want to write him a thank-you letter. "But when they thought about how Evan had just taken control of the club, it was inevitable that some people would have bad associations.
"Maybe, maybe not." But judging from Evan's voice, he didn't seem too worried. "I'll call you to confirm it. I'm afraid you have something to do with it."
Tang En thought of someone, and his eyes turned. "No, how could it have anything to do with me? You know I've been busy with Eastwood's matter recently. "
"Well, I'm relieved that it has nothing to do with you. Also, Tony … are you ready? "
"I've been preparing for half a year, Evan."
As the two laughed, Evan hung up the phone.
Tang En got up to get dressed. Even though it was almost ten o 'clock, he still had to go out.
Sophia looked at the old quartz clock hanging on the wall uneasily. The hour hand crossed ten, and the minute hand pointed to six. It was already half past ten.
An hour ago, she had sent Wood out to buy something. With Wood's speed comparable to a track and field athlete's, he would only need half an hour to return. But now …
She heard a hurried knock on the door downstairs. She quickly walked to the window and opened the curtains a little. The person standing downstairs and knocking on the door shocked her — Tony Twain!
What was Mr. Twain doing here so late at night?
Sophia had wanted to go down to open the door, but just as she reached the staircase, she turned back. She returned to her room and stood in front of the mirror. She picked up a comb and combed her hair again, even though her hairstyle was not messed up. She then moved closer to the mirror and scrutinized herself carefully, smoothing out the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Finally, she looked at herself in the mirror again, and after confirming that she could not find any flaws in any aspect, a joyful smile like that of a little girl surfaced on her face. She then ran happily to open the door.
At that moment, Tang En had already stood in the cold wind for nearly a minute and knocked on the door three times in order to wait for the woman who had been pleasantly surprised by Tang En's sudden visit to dress up.
Just as he was about to turn and leave in disappointment, the door behind him opened with a creak. The light in the room spilled out and shone at Tang En's feet. He lowered his head and saw the shadow of a woman standing in the door.
He was a little surprised. "Madam?"
"Mr. Twain, why are you here?" Sophia was panting slightly, her cheeks flushed, and her bright eyes were covered with a faint layer of mist. He did not know if it was because she was tired from running so quickly or because of some other reason …
"Uh, I'm here to look for … George, is he here?" Actually, when he asked the question, Tang En already knew the answer.
Sophia stepped aside to let him in. "He went out to buy something. Please come in, Mr. Twain. It's cold outside."
Tang En hesitated for a moment, but still walked in.
The tenants downstairs had not returned yet. Perhaps they were still working hard outside to make a living. Now, there was only him and the woman in front of him in this house … Tang En's heart suddenly beat faster.
"Mr. Twain, do you still not put anything in your black tea?" Sophia was making tea for Tang En.
"Yes … Uh, don't bother, Madam. I'll be leaving when I see George." Tang En intended to stop the passionate mistress, but it was clearly useless. Sophia opened the fridge and took out two boxes of biscuits. She then turned around and waved the biscuits in her hands at Tang En.
"Do you like the cream flavor or the chocolate flavor?"
"Either is fine …"
So, Sophia put the two boxes of biscuits on the table and went to the cupboard to get a plate. Seeing Sophia happily busy herself, Tang En did not try to persuade her anymore. It was fine as long as she was happy.
Before he knew her, how many times had she been so full of energy and her face was brimming with smiles?
Sophia seemed to want to take the top row of plates in the cupboard. She struggled to tiptoe and stretched her arms, but she still could not reach it. Tang En decided to help her.
He got up and walked behind Sophia. He reached out his hand and easily touched the row of plates.
"Do you want this, Madam? Uh … "Tang En suddenly felt that something was wrong when he asked.
Unknowingly, the two of them had unintentionally stuck their bodies together. Even though it was winter and they were both dressed neatly … it was inevitable that they would feel awkward.
The room suddenly fell silent. The dim yellow light cast a blurry shadow on the wall beside the two of them. If Tang En put down his raised hand, it would look as if he was hugging Sophia.
Sophia was not tall. When Tang En stood behind her, her hair was just below Tang En's nose. A refreshing fragrance flowed into his nose through her soft hair. He could not help but greedily take a breath.
Tang En felt the body that was pressed against him tremble slightly. He suddenly came back to his senses and quickly took a few steps back. He was at a loss as to what to do and explained to Sophia, "I, I'm so sorry! I … I didn't do it on purpose. I'm sorry! I'm sorry … "He was still holding the ceramic plate in his hand. He waved it up and down. The reflected light made him look even more like an acrobat.
Sophia was amused by him and laughed. "Can you give me the plate, Mr. Tang En?" She very naturally extended her hand, but her cheeks were secretly blushing.
Tang En looked at the plate in his hand embarrassedly and then handed it over.
Sophia stood in front of the table with her head lowered as she filled the plate with biscuits. Her long black hair casually coiled around her head flowed down like a waterfall. Seeing this scene, Tang En recalled the experience just now. Did that delicate fragrance come from her silky hair, or from her exposed neck?
Closing his eyes, he suddenly felt nostalgic for that feeling.
He could clearly feel a burning flame in front of him at that time. The air was filled with an intoxicating fragrance. It was faintly discernible. When he wanted to catch it, it slipped away from his nose.
"How fragrant …" He sighed softly.
When Tang En opened his eyes again, he found Sophia looking at him with a smile. The biscuits were already arranged and the fragrance of tea permeated the air.
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