Godfather Of The Green Fields

A very embarrassed guy, dragging a big parcel, standing at the door glanced around.

Because the rain is too big, he can’t see this person, and he can’t judge which country.

Bumper.

Baraqulier pressed the horn to remind him.

……

Fucking weather!

Li Ang dragged the parcel and stood at the gate, watching the heavy rain and swearing.

The family sent him some treasures, which are the stuff that makes him drool, Laoganma spicy sauce, mustard greens, alcoholic peanuts, dried pickled radish at home, and some are seasonings for pickled fish. This makes Li Ang, who is fed up with Spanish dishes, long live.

He came here to pick up the parcel.

When it came, the weather was fine. Thanks to the inefficiency of the general work of Spain, he was busy for a while before he got the parcel. When he came out, he saw the downpour.

Li Ang waited for a while and didn’t see the rain. He didn’t have an umbrella. It was close to one kilometer from the bus stop. What’s more, with Espanyol’s lazy style, it is estimated that the bus that is separated by two hours will come here one afternoon. Oh, it’s not bad.

Li Ang didn’t count on the bus anyway, he called a taxi. At the same time, I was praying that a diligent taxi driver would like to come to this remote ghost place in this rainstorm.

After the game and the first day of the game, the chairman Mr. asked him to have dinner.

Chairman Mr. praised him and said that he did not read the wrong person.

Li Ang knows that the victory of a Spain C-1 tournament will not let the chairman Mr. treat, on the one hand, the chairman is very interested in the plan he proposed before, the other should be to worship the one. The chairman, Mr., gave it, and it seems that the chairman of the Orrence made Arango Mr. very angry. Therefore, winning will be so happy.

Li Ang thanked Chairman Mr. for his hospitality and reported to him on the progress of the project, and said that he would continue to work hard and lead the Sporting de Gijón Athletics B team to score good results.

Chairman Mr. was very pleased with his statement.

To be honest, those hearty Spanish dishes are really good. That’s the top spa cuisine, and it’s worth a lot. The difference between nature and ordinary restaurants.

Li Ang is very embarrassed, but considering his wallet, he can’t afford those top meals.

Fortunately, these treasures sent to the family can help him to solve his taste buds and stomach needs.

God bless.

Just call the car system to give him a reply, there is a taxi nearby.

Just as he glanced around, he heard the horn and then, through the heavy rain, saw a car parked not far from the door, playing double jump lights.

There is really no sense of service.

When I saw the taxi driver sitting in the car, I didn’t come out to help me with my luggage and open the trunk. Li Ang couldn’t help but spit.

He bit his teeth and rushed into the rainstorm. He quickly opened the trunk of the car, put the parcel in, and quickly opened the door and drilled in.

“Hey, man, be careful of the water on your body, don’t get your seat wet.” Baraqulier twisted his head as he complained and groaned, then he slammed and stared at a positive battered and exhausted sputum. Guy with hair looks.

“You are -” Baraqulier, “Wow! You are Li! You are Li!” He exclaimed and screamed.

Li Ang is awkward and recognized? Is it so famous? Can you recognize a taxi? !

This wretched guy is actually a bit happy at this time.

Chapter 72 Lucky Day (below)

“It’s me.” Li Ang reached out and shook hands with the taxi driver. “Fortunately.”

“Hello, I am Neil Baraqulier. If you like, you can call me Neil!”

“Of course.” Li Ang nodded, “Hello, Neil.”

Neil Baraqulier feels that today is really his lucky day.

Standing on the side of Parada with his partners, and opposing Li Ang, he is a supporter of Li Ang. He thinks that this Chinese coach is doing a good job. Even if it is Genius, Parada should respect the coach. .

So, when I saw Li Ang, he was really excited.

“Wow, it’s amazing.” Baraqulier chattered. “I really didn’t think that the bad luck egg would be you?”

“bad luck eggs?” Li Ang asked.

“Oh, sorry.” Baraqulier hurriedly apologized. “I mean, there is a guy in this weather, calling in this ghost place to call… Hey, I have no other meaning, I mean—”

“Nothing, nothing.” Li Ang smiled. The Spanish young man reminded him of some domestically broken but very familiar taxi drivers. He was very intimate. “I understand what you mean, understand what you mean.” “”

“hahaha.” Baraqulier laughed.

“Go to Delphi.” Li Ang said the address.

“Received.” Baraqulier snapped a finger. “I know the place, Mareo’s neighborhood. Many of the team’s bachelors live there.”

Hey, bachelor… Ok.