After returning to Nottingham, Forest Team did not once again enter into a state of preparation for the match. Tang En mercifully gave the team two days off. They did not need to train during these two days, and the players could do whatever they wanted. Even if some of them wanted to visit prostitutes, Tang En did not care.
Originally, these two days of vacation were not part of the plan, but the matter with Ashley Young and the others reminded Tang En. Twenty days of intensive training allowed the players to prepare for the new season without any distractions. Every day, there was nothing but training. The advantage of doing so was that the team's tacit understanding had been greatly improved. This had been tested in the Amsterdam Invitational Tournament. The side effect was that it would make the players feel terrible, especially when Tang En stipulated that they were not allowed to have contact with their wives and girlfriends during the training period. Without a sexual life, it was too difficult for this group of hot-blooded men to endure.
That was why Ashley Young disregarded Tang En's repeated warnings and took the risk to run out in search of excitement.
Everything had a cause and effect. From this incident, Tang En thought that he should let the players relax at the right time.
So, on the day they returned to Nottingham, Tang En announced the decision on the team bus, which made the entire team cheer.
"Be careful." "I hope that what I see in two days is a group of energetic players, and not pitiful people who have been squeezed dry in bed."
Laughter erupted in the car.
After sending off everyone in the team at the entrance of the club's training base, only Tang En and Dunn were left.
"Two days off … What should we do?" Twain raised his wrist to look at his watch. It was 4: 21 p.m.
"Let's go home," was Dunn's answer.
"Oh, God …" Tang En rolled his eyes. "Watching two days of matches and training videos? Haven't you seen enough in Holland? "
"What else can I do?"
Tang En's eyes darted around. He really could not think of anything else to do. The two of them were not like the other players, who had wives, girlfriends, or lovers. These two days would definitely be very "fulfilling." What about them? They couldn't possibly go to a brothel together, right?
He had just criticized his players for visiting prostitutes. If he was caught by the media again, he would lose his credibility in front of the players.
Therefore, this kind of thing must never be done.
After thinking for a while, Tang En sighed dejectedly. "Let's go home …"
At this moment, his phone rang in his pocket.
After seeing clearly who was calling him, Tang En appeared very happy. "Shania!"
Dunn glanced at him when he heard Tang En's voice suddenly rise.
"Yes, I'm back. And you … What, you're in London?! Weren't you developing in Italy and France? Why did you come back? Oh, a commercial … Okay, okay, I'll definitely go. When? Tomorrow? No problem. Hehe, I was just worrying about how to spend the two days of vacation. "
Although the call had ended, Tang En's smile was still on his face.
Dunn glanced at him. "You go to London tomorrow. I'll be at home."
"Let's go together!" Twain sent out a warm invitation.
Dunn knew in his heart that it would be meaningless if he went … "No, I'll help you prepare the information you need for the new season. Have a good time. "He turned and walked towards the gate.
Tang En lowered his head to look at his phone, then chased after him.
"You really don't want to go with me? I haven't seen you for a long time too … "
"I'm not the one she wants to see. Besides, I'm very busy."
"What a pity …"
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The next day, Tang En sat in Landy's car and arrived at London's hotel where Shania was staying.
Since he was going out to meet a European supermodel, he naturally put on some disguises. He wore a pair of sunglasses and dressed as casually and inconspicuously as possible.
Tang En had just knocked on Shania's door when the little girl pounced on him and hugged him. "Uncle Tony!"
"Wow!" Tang En was shocked. He was afraid that the paparazzi outside would capture the scene. He hurriedly carried Shania and rushed in, then kicked the door shut.
"Alright, alright … You're still like a child." Tang En patted Shania's back and motioned for her to come down.
"In Uncle Tony's eyes, am I not?" Shania acted coquettishly, not wanting to come down.
"You're now a European supermodel … No, a world supermodel …" As he spoke, Tang En felt something soft pressing against his chest.
Unlike most models, Shania did not pursue slimming down. Her body was well-developed …
Realizing that Uncle Tony had suddenly stopped talking, Shania then noticed his slightly embarrassed expression. She laughed and jumped down, finally letting go of the extremely embarrassed Tang En.
"Uh … You're the only one living in this room?" Tang En looked around the spacious guest room. Other than the bedroom, there was also a living room. It was a suite.
"Do I have to share a room with someone else?" Shania sat cross-legged on the sofa.
Tang En nodded in sudden realization. Now that Shania had entered the ranks of the world's supermodels, the corresponding treatment with her status had also improved.
"Where's your manager?"
There was a knock on the door behind him.
"He's here." Shania pointed to the door.
Tang En went to open the door.
"Mr. Tang En, how are you?" Fasal was not surprised by his arrival.
"Ah, how are you, Mr. Fasal?" His attitude made Tang En a little embarrassed. As someone who often stayed by Shania's side, Fasal understood the relationship between the two very well. What he understood might not be the same as what the person involved knew …
"Shania has been clamoring to call you since she arrived in London. She really hopes you can come."
"Uh, it just so happens that I gave my team two days off." Tang En scratched his head. What a coincidence.
"Hey, you two men, don't chat at the door!" Shania's voice rang out from inside the room.
The two of them smiled and turned to walk in.
"Shania, are you ready?" Fasal asked.
"Yeah." Shania nodded. "There's nothing much to prepare. It's just a print advertisement …" Then she smiled at Tang En. "Uncle Tony, come with us when the time comes. I'll introduce you to someone. I promise you'll be very happy to meet him. "
"Oh? Who is it? "
"A secret!"
Shania was secretive and did not want to say. Fasal only smiled at Tang En. It looked like he had to go to the scene to find out the answer.
Next, Fasal explained the script to Shania, what to pay attention to during the shoot, and what to do …
Tang En had nothing to do with it. He looked curiously at the pile of information in Fasal's hands, which all had the same logo.
Gillette。
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The filming studio for the advertisement was very close to the hotel where Shania was staying. It was only a ten-minute drive.
Sitting in the silver Mercedes-Benz, Shania asked Tang En how he got there. Tang En said he came in a taxi. Shania rolled her eyes at him. "You're earning three million pounds a year now, and you can't even bear to buy yourself a car?"
"It's 2.75 million." Tang En corrected the error in the numbers.
"Even if it's 2.75 million, you can still afford a car, right?"
Tang En smiled and shrugged. "The place where I work is only a 20-minute walk from my place of residence. I rarely go to other places. When I go out for matches, there's the team bus and plane … I really can't see the need to buy a car."
Shania widened her beautiful eyes and looked at Tang En. "Are you living in the Middle Ages, Uncle Tony?"
Her words stunned Tang En. When he first came here, he had complained that the previous owner of this body was living in the Middle Ages. Other than studying football, he did not know anything else.
He did not expect to be looked at like that by others now … Was he really a boring person?
Shania was still reprimanding him. "After all, you're already a successful manager. Why are you still living in a rented apartment?"
Tang En shrugged. "At least there's one advantage. It's not that easy for the reporters to find my place of residence."
"If they want to find, what can't they find? Look at you. You only have two sets of clothes throughout the year. One for matches, and one for home … "
"Uh …" Tang En scratched his head. He did not care about the need to wear clothes. To him, two sets of clothes were enough to handle most situations. One set of formal clothes would be worn when going out for matches, and the other would be more casual at home. "Men are not like women. They need multiple sets of clothes …"
"That's for ordinary people. Now that you're a public figure, you need to pay attention to your image …" At this point, Shania sighed. "I might as well get my friend to design your image."
Tang En hurriedly shook his head. "Don't. I'm just a football manager, not some movie star."
Hearing him say that, Shania pursed her lips and did not continue to nag.
Although Tang En did not care about clothes, buying a car and moving to a new house did move Tang En. He began to seriously consider these two things.
As they spoke, they arrived at their destination. Under the guidance of the staff, the car drove to a special parking lot, avoiding the large number of reporters and fans gathered at the entrance.
"So many reporters and … fans?" Tang En was a little surprised. It was normal for there to be many reporters, but why would there be a large number of fans here?
Shania smiled brightly. "Yes, yes. It's very lively."
Tang En looked at her suspiciously, then opened the car door and got out. Her manager, Fasal, wanted to open the car door for Shania, but Tang En stopped him. He went around to open the door for Shania himself.
"After you, little princess."
Shania stepped out from inside, grinning.
Just as she got out of the car, the other party's people came up to greet her. Without any small talk, Shania was directly brought into the dressing room to prepare for the commercial shoot.
"I'll introduce you to that in a while …" Shania was pulled away before she could finish her sentence.
"So busy." Tang En whistled.
Fasal laughed at the side. "Shania is a very busy person now, Mr. Tang. Shall I find a place for you to rest? "
"Ah, thank you, but there's no need." Tang En waved his hands. "I'll just walk around here. It's quite interesting to watch you guys shoot the commercial."
He had also shot print advertisements before, but his advertisement had not received as much attention from the media, and the scene was not as lively. Tang En liked to watch such lively scenes. He found it novel and interesting. After all, his profession was a football coach. There were many other fields that he usually did not have much contact with. It was good to take the opportunity to broaden his horizons and increase his knowledge.
So, he was brought into the studio by his manager, Mr. Fasal. The staff were all busy, and no one noticed the addition of a stranger. After bringing Tang En into the studio, Fasal went to find the person in charge of both the product and the commercial shoot.
There were no reporters in the studio. The reporters were all locked outside, and naturally, there were no fans. Everyone was busy with their own matters, and Tang En observed without being disturbed.
He saw the familiar logo again — Gillette.
"Sorry to disturb …" A somewhat sharp voice sounded from behind. "Can you let me pass?"
Only then did Tang En notice that he was standing in the middle of the passageway, surrounded by filming equipment. He was the only one who could pass through. He hurriedly stepped aside to make way and apologized, "Sorry, I … Eh?"
The lighting in the studio was relatively dim. Only the center stage was where all the lights converged. When Tang En clearly saw who the man standing in front of him was, he froze for a moment.
And what made him even more curious was that the other party also froze for a moment after seeing him.
"David … Beckham?"
"Mr. Tony Twain?"
It was normal for Tang En to know Beckham, and it was not strange for Beckham to know Tang En. At the end of last year, when the English Football Association announced various annual awards, Tang En was invited to attend the award ceremony because he was awarded the Best Local Manager of the Year. Beckham was also there, and the person who presented the award to Tang En was Beckham. Later, at the dinner party, the two of them even greeted each other, and it could be considered as having met once.
He did not expect the two of them to actually change the setting and meet at the commercial shoot.
Tang En turned his head to look at the logo — Gillette, Gillette. He suddenly remembered that Beckham was the global spokesperson for Gillette. He also understood who Shania mysteriously wanted to introduce him to.
"I understand …" Tang En scratched his head and said to Beckham, "You're shooting a commercial here."
"I'm very curious as to why Mr. Twain is here." Tang En understood that Beckham was still confused.
"Uh, a friend of mine … is also shooting a commercial here." Tang En pointed to the dressing room.
At that moment, Shania had just finished her makeup and walked out from inside. At a glance, she saw the two men standing together.
Beckham followed Tang En's gaze and also saw Shania walking out from inside. He smiled and said, "So Mr. Twain's friend is her. She said before that she was going to introduce me to a friend today. "
"What a coincidence. She said that to me too."
The two of them looked at each other and smiled. They both understood.
Shania ran over and pursed her lips, a little disappointed. "You guys are already chatting. I still wanted to introduce you."
Beckham pointed to Tang En and explained to Shania with a smile, "Actually, Mr. Twain and I have known each other for a long time."
"It was at that award ceremony at the end of last year." Tang En nodded in agreement.
Shania was even more disappointed. She rolled her eyes and ran back to the dressing room. "I'm going to touch up my makeup!"
Looking at the little girl's back, Tang En shook his head helplessly.
"I really didn't think that Mr. Twain would be friends with Shania."
Tang En smiled bitterly. "It's a long story … I'll tell you when I have the chance. I'm just afraid you won't believe me and think I'm making it up."
Tang En was very happy to take the opportunity to become friends with Beckham. The people of China were particular about networking. Tang En was well aware of this. It was not only in China. It was the same in any country. In the football circle, it was always a good thing to have another friend.
"How could that be?" Beckham shrugged. "Mr. Twain, your success is the most legendary story. What else can't I believe?"
This kid was very good at flattering people. Tang En had to admit that these words made him feel very comfortable.
"Haha, it's nothing … Call me Tony, sir, sir. It sounds awkward to me. I'm only that formal when I'm arguing with someone. "
Beckham laughed when he heard what Tang En said. Everyone knew about the relationship between Tang En and the reporters. "Then you can call me David too."
Although he was happy to get to know Beckham this way, Tang En was still very curious about the relationship between Beckham and Shania. Beckham, of course, saw it. He pointed to the dressing room and said, "Shania and my wife are good friends. They met at a fashion show in Milan."
Tang En could only sigh in his heart: This world is so small, so small … (To be continued, if you wish to know what happens next, please log on to WWW. QIDIAN. COM, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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