Shania's business event was held in the morning. Early in the morning, Tang En was woken up by a ruckus. The staff and reporters had already appeared in the hotel. The event was being held in this hotel.
Tang En did not want to show his face in public and be discovered by the reporters hiding in the room next to Shania's. Although his relationship with Shania was no longer news, it was still unexpected for the media to have such a good relationship.
Tang En sneaked out of the hotel when there were fewer people around. He took a walk on the streets of Madrid in the early morning. He did not go far, just circling around the hotel. Looking at the many luxury cars parked in the hotel parking lot, as well as the television station's broadcast vans, he could imagine that this was a large-scale promotional event.
And Shania was the only star, the main character of this event.
Tang En casually walked nearby. There was no one here who knew a manager from England, even though he had once led a team to victory against Real Madrid. No one came back to disturb his thoughts — he was still thinking about Beckham's future.
Clearly, he had not succeeded in persuading Beckham to change his mind yesterday. Looking at what he said, his meaning could not be clearer.
Value family.
Victoria was the person in his family who had the deepest influence on him. Valuing family was equivalent to valuing Victoria's attitude.
Did Victoria's attitude need any more words? It was definitely going to Los Angeles.
The only thing that comforted Tang En was that Beckham did not directly reject the suggestion to return to England. Obviously, his attitude had changed a lot compared to half a season ago.
Last night, Beckham had promised that he and his wife would come to support Shania this morning. That would be Tang En's last chance to persuade him. If it still did not work, Tang En could only announce that he had given up and go back to tell Allan to let him completely give up.
Seeing that more and more reporters had gathered at the hotel's main entrance, Tang En raised his wrist to look at his watch. It was almost time. He quietly slipped back through the side door.
Shania did not manage to find Tang En in the hotel and left unhappily to prepare. Fasal bumped into Tang En in his room, who had just returned.
"Mr. Tang, did you go out?"
"Ah, went for a walk. It's a little noisy here."
"Then, remember to come down later. Shania won't be at ease if she doesn't see you. "Fasal closed the door and retreated.
Tang En tidied up a little and changed into a suit that Fasal had prepared for him. He combed his somewhat messy hair before walking down alone.
The event was held in a conference hall of the hotel. It was already packed with people, and a makeshift catwalk was in the center. On both sides of the T-shaped stage, there were chairs for the guests. There was also a special area for the media. More than half of the guests had already arrived, and the media area had long been occupied.
Tang En stuck his head out from the side door and was shocked by the scene before him. He quickly pulled back. He was considered a celebrity, but he didn't have to face so many reporters at the same time. Looks like fashion models are quite popular …
While Tang En was still looking around outside the door, he was suddenly patted on the back.
He was startled and turned around to find Shania with a smirk on her face.
"What are you looking at, Uncle Tony?"
Twain answered without hesitation, "I'm looking for you, little girl."
Hearing Tang En say this, Shania smiled extraordinarily beautifully. She grinned and looked at Twain from the corner of her eyes, as if she still had some doubts. "Really?"
"Of course, I never lie to you." Twain pointed to the hall outside the door. "There are so many people. Are you nervous?"
Shania shook her head. "No, I'm already used to it." As she said this, she rolled her eyes and thought of something funny. She could not help but laugh.
"What's wrong?"
"Do you know, Uncle Tony? Whether it's a show like this or a group show like a fashion show, do you know what I'm thinking when I go on stage? "Shania said with a grin.
Tang En shook his head. How would he know?
"I treat everyone down there as soccer balls. They don't have faces or expressions. They're just round soccer balls … Haha! "As she said this, Shania put her hand on Tang En's shoulder and laughed unladylike.
"Ah … No wonder you're not nervous. There's really nothing to be nervous about in front of soccer balls. " Tang En looked at the smiling little girl lying in front of him. She was the complete opposite of the icy beauty on the catwalk. He still liked the current Shania a little more.
"Shania …" A woman with a work pass hanging in front of her chest looked like she was looking for Shania. However, when she saw Shania's hands on Tang En's shoulders and her shoulders shaking with laughter, she froze for a moment.
Tang En could more or less guess why she was in a daze. He lightly knocked on Shania's head. "Someone's looking for you, little girl."
The female staff member's eyes widened when she saw Tang En doing such a thing to the famous model Shania.
Only then did Shania straighten up. When she turned around to see who it was, she said to Tang En, "It's the wardrobe assistant. She's probably asking me to try on some clothes."
"Go on then." Tang En waved at her. "I'll just take a walk around here."
"Remember to go inside later." Shania pointed to the hall that was getting more and more crowded. Tang En nodded in agreement.
When the female assistant took Shania away, she did not forget to look back at Tang En a few times. Clearly, she did not know Tang En. She was just surprised that this famous model had such a good relationship with this man.
Tang En did not mind. After watching Shania leave, he turned his head to look at the people outside the door. He took out his sunglasses from his pocket and put them on before walking in with his head down.
He had promised Shania to support her, but he still did not want to be photographed by the ubiquitous paparazzi. It was necessary to conceal his identity.
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Tang En found a seat close to the stage and sat down. There was no one beside him yet. Just as he sat down, he heard a commotion coming from the main entrance behind him.
There were women screaming, the clicking of shutters, and the sound of hurried and chaotic footsteps.
Tang En sighed. He did not need to stand up and turn around to know who had come.
Other than Beckham, who else had such rallying power?
Sure enough, under the protection of the bodyguards, Beckham and Victoria struggled to squeeze through the crowd and into the hall. Many guests saw Beckham appear there. Even those with some status could not help but go up to ask for his autograph. Only Tang En stood up and did not move. He saw Beckham and Victoria, and they also saw him.
He smiled at them as a greeting. He did not want to attract attention. He did not expect Beckham and Victoria to walk straight towards him! This time, all eyes were focused on him, Tony Twain.
"No way …" Tang En was dumbfounded. If he had known, he would have pretended not to know the two. Now, looking at the cameras turned toward him, he had an ominous premonition. Tomorrow, the Spanish and English media would definitely see pictures of him and Beckham sitting together.
What happened next was indeed as Tang En thought. The media saw Beckham and Victoria walk up to a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses, shake hands, and exchange greetings. Then, the three of them sat down.
Beckham looked at Tang En sitting next to him, his expression uncertain. He smiled and said, "I thought you had long prepared for this, Tony."
Indeed, Tang En had agreed to support Shania and knew that Beckham would also be coming. He should have more or less known what would happen when the time came. It was just that he did not expect Beckham to take the initiative to find him.
"Don't think so much. There are so many clubs that want me. Nottingham Forest won't make a difference," Beckham said as he sat next to Tang En, his eyes looking at the busy staff on stage.
It looked like this matter was bound to be exposed. Tang En was not worried about anything. Beckham was right. Everyone knew that some clubs were very interested in him. Adding another Forest team was nothing.
Since he was here, he knew what the consequences would be. Since he was here, he might as well take things as they come.
This was a runway show organized by a world-renowned luxury brand. Shania was the most dazzling star because she was already the brand's global spokesperson. The other models were all here to serve as a foil to her.
Victoria was very interested in this kind of event because she could use this opportunity to get to know many celebrities from all walks of life. She was working hard to plan for her husband's future and broaden his path. Beckham and Tang En, who was sitting next to him, were casually chatting.
"David …" After chatting about some unimportant topics, Tang En decided to get down to business.
"Are you going to persuade me again?" Beckham guessed.
"I know the possibility of you going to America is very high. But I still feel that if you really go there, it would be too much of a pity," Tang En said sincerely. This was not an act for Beckham to see. These were his true thoughts. Whether it was before he transmigrated or now, he still thought so. "You're only 31. Isn't it too early to go to a place like America?"
"America is not bad. There's nothing there, so I can change some things." Beckham shrugged.
"David, don't use those words to deal with the media to deal with me. Do you know what it means to go to America? Are you willing to end your career like this? Your 100th game for the national team, your UEFA European Championship … Are you going to give up on all of these? "
Beckham did not speak.
"America is not Europe. You're far away from the center of the world's football scene. No one will pay attention to you anymore. Before you announce your retirement, you're a football player first, and then … anything else. Why did you cry after England was eliminated from the World Cup? You thought you would never have a chance to stand in the World Cup again … Are you admitting defeat now? You even gave up on your club career. I admit you can make a lot of money going to America, and it will be more convenient for your future development. But … it hurts my heart to see such an excellent player like you hang around in that kind of place for a few years and then retire! "
Beckham opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. Just then, Shania appeared on stage.
The lights on the scene lit up and applause rang out. Beckham also timely closed his mouth again.
Shania's appearance interrupted the conversation between the two men. Tang En also had no choice but to turn his gaze to Shania on stage.
The current Shania and the one he had just seen backstage were almost two different people. It must be said that Tang En did not understand fashion at all. He really could not see what was beautiful about a young girl full of youthful energy made up into a cold iceberg, with dark circles under her eyes and flirtatious purple lips …
He did not like the Shania standing on the T stage at all. But when Shania looked at him with her eyes, he still smiled.
He did not understand fashion at all. Wearing these clothes that could not be walked on the streets, with makeup like the Blue Enchantress, was that considered fashionable? Then he would rather be a country bumpkin and an ordinary person. At least he was a normal person.
Tang En had no interest in the clothes on Shania. He turned his attention to Shania's figure.
That pair of tight, snow-white calves walked past him, showing off in a circle in front of everyone before walking back. Shania's actual age could not be seen in this outfit. Her figure was also very good, curvy where it should be and perky where it should be.
Thinking of this, Tang En suddenly realized that Shania was no longer the thirteen-year-old they had first met. Four years had passed, and she was already a beautiful seventeen-year-old girl.
She was already seventeen. Tang En rubbed his chin and smacked his lips. Time passed so quickly. Unknowingly, four years had passed.
Shania was the main character of this event. She frequently appeared on stage, and every time, she would change into a different outfit, put on different makeup, and use a different hairstyle. It was really hard on her. Tang En had no interest in the event itself. But every time Shania appeared, he would still perk up and smile at the little girl's gaze.
Every time she appeared, Shania's gaze would drift toward Tang En. This time, her eyes were not on dozens of footballs, but Tony Twain alone.
She suddenly felt a little nervous. Fortunately, Uncle Tony always smiled and gave her encouragement.
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Beckham left midway through the event. He told Tang En that he had to rush home to prepare because he still had training in the afternoon. Tang En believed that he was telling the truth. Since Shania had not appeared again at this time, Tang En simply got up to send Beckham out.
The media turned their cameras from the T-shaped stage to focus on the two of them.
Tang En no longer cared how the media would report and publicize it.
He squeezed out from the crowd and accompanied Beckham all the way to the parking lot. The two of them did not speak along the way.
Beckham opened the car door and turned to Tang En, who was standing behind, and said, "What a pity, Tony."
Tang En knew what he meant by that. He sighed and said, "I think it's a pity too, David."
Beckham got into the car and closed the door. Then, he poked his head out of the window and said, "Goodbye, Tony."
"Goodbye, David," Tang En murmured, watching the car slowly drive out of the parking lot and turn onto the main road.
Watching Beckham's car disappear into the traffic, Tang En took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Allan Adams' number.
"Hello, Allan. This is Tony. "
"Tony! How's it going? "Hearing Tang En's voice, Allan was very happy and full of anticipation.
"Don't think about David Beckham, Allan. He won't belong to us. I'll tell you the specifics when I get back. "With that, Tang En hung up. He was in a very bad mood. Even if he had transmigrated, he still could not change that damned "future." Beckham should not have gone to some American Major League Soccer at the age of 31 to play in such a low-class league until he retired.
No matter how many people in the world hated, detested, or repulsed David Beckham, Tang En always stood by his point of view: This man was one of the professional players he admired. It was their business if others hated him. He never needed to be responsible for their feelings.
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After strolling outside for a while, Tang En returned to the event venue and obediently watched Shania's show until it ended.
His "official business" in Spain was over. Now, he should put all his attention on "private business" — playing with Shania.
What was there to be fun in Madrid?
At least in Tang En's eyes, there was nothing fun. It was no different from any other city in the world. The only difference was that Shania was in Madrid today and not in Paris, Shanghai, or Tokyo.
So, the so-called "play" was nothing more than accompanying Shania. Wherever the little girl wanted to go, he would follow by her side.
Shania's "play" did not mean that she had to go to some scenic tourist attraction or ride a roller coaster at an amusement park. She was happy as long as Uncle Tony was by her side. After all, it was not common for the two of them to meet like this.
What surprised Tang En was that Shania did not go to places like luxury stores. Instead, she pulled Tang En straight to Bernabéu Stadium.
Standing under the white behemoth, Tang En could not understand why Shania wanted to come here. Didn't she not like football?
Shania had no intention of going in for a tour. She pulled Tang En to stand in the square outside and let her manager cum driver, Mr. Fasal, take a photo of them.
Shania hugged Tang En's arm and leaned her head on his shoulder. She smiled sweetly.
Tang En turned his head to look at Shania. Only then did he realize that the little girl was almost as tall as him. He was 1.84 meters tall. Shania was probably at least 1.78 meters tall. She had really grown up. Could he not treat her like a child in the future?
Just as Tang En turned his head to look at Shania, Fasal pressed the shutter. He felt that the effect of the photo was very good and did not plan to take any more.
"Wow! You're taking it already? "Tang En was startled by the flash. He was not prepared at all.
Fasal waved the digital camera in his hand. "I'm not a professional photographer, but I'm very satisfied with this one."
Shania's sunny smile and Tony Twain's unintentional concern for Shania were both fixed on the LCD screen.
Tang En looked at the photo of the two on the screen and felt that it was not bad.
"Alright, come out and give me one," he said. He hadn't taken a formal photo with Shania yet. He planned to put this photo in a frame and put it on the bedside table in the bedroom. Every morning when he woke up, he would be able to see that vibrant smiling face. It would improve his mood for the whole day.
Fasal looked at Shania with a smile and nodded. "If Mr. Tang En wants it, I can give it to you now."
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After ending the day in Madrid, Tang En took the photo with Shania in front of Bernabéu Stadium on a flight from Madrid to London and returned to England.
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