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Chapter 826 The Bragging Hillat

Chapter 826 The Bragging Hillat

"It's really... boring!"

Hillat parked the taxi in a relatively secluded corner, then lit a cigarette for himself, took a deep breath, and expressed such emotion.

The reason why I say it is relative is because today's Manchester City is full of turbulent crowds and hustle and bustle. Manchester United's joining ceremony for Fan Bizhuang was a painstaking effort, the momentum was huge, and the fans were also very enthusiastic. The voices of cheering and discussion, coupled with the fans of Manchester United and Manchester City, the two sides continued to have some verbal conflicts and abuse, so there is no really quiet place in this city.

Hilrat just had a verbal war with a few car friends and another group of taxi drivers. If he hadn't seen the police coming over, it might have turned into a hand-to-hand civil war in the taxi industry at this moment.

"The group of nouveau riche next door, don't look at the grades are not very good, all of them have a bad temper! Bah!"

"You also said, they are nouveau riche! They have money! Money that can't be used up in a few lifetimes, naturally they can do whatever they want!"

"So what? Money is great? Money can buy top players like Fan? Money can buy champions?... Let's live their dreams. Even after 100 years, they will still be a bunch of hot guys." chicken!"

"It's also possible that Manchester City's performance has improved rapidly in the past few years. I think if it can stabilize, it may not take a few years, and it is really possible to achieve better results... Ha, I am not like others Ambition, just seeking truth from facts, but ah, you are right in saying that even in another 100 years, Manchester City will not be able to compare with us! If you want to look coldly at us, hey, let’s talk about winning a few league titles!”

"Hmph, they were lucky just now. If the police hadn't come over, I would have taught those guys a lesson. Just drive their cars well. They even support the nouveau riche next door. It's really useless!"

Next to Hillat, there were six or seven taxis parked. The drivers were standing beside them, smoking and chatting. Some showed disdain, some spoke mockingly, and some talked about Manchester City. When it was time, I couldn't help spitting on the ground.

This is the norm for Manchester City fans. In this city, the two largest fan groups are Manchester United and Manchester City. Every time the two sides talk about each other, they always gnash their teeth, wishing to bite their opponents to death.

"Don't go!"

Hilrat didn't get involved, not because he didn't want to talk, but because he was too loud when he scolded the battle just now, his voice was a little hoarse now, so he just smoked a cigarette and watched the guys brag and fart.

He waved his hand and sent away a passenger who wanted to take a taxi to ask questions. In fact, the traffic situation in Manchester today is definitely not good, especially the distance from the city center to the southwest area. Fan Bizhuang The joining ceremony attracted countless Manchester United fans, and it was crowded everywhere. Hilrat didn't want to join in the fun. He was stuck in the middle of the road, and he couldn't enter or retreat. Why not just find a place to steal for a while? Lazy.

In such a short time, there were no less than three or four passengers who came to ask if they were going to Old Trafford, but Shirrat didn't answer, and the other taxi drivers were not stupid, and they didn't want to go. Join in the fun.Even if they are also die-hard supporters of Manchester United, they don't have tickets, so they can't get in anyway. It's better to find a place and watch the live broadcast on TV.

The car friends were chatting and farting with each other. For some reason, the topic changed from Manchester United and Fan Bizhuang to Hilrat. Someone shouted at him: "Hilrat, what, why don't you go? ?”

Hilrat blushed, pretending not to hear, and threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground.

For most of the taxi drivers in Manchester, the common denominator is that they have the same hobbies, racing cars, drinking, and bragging—obviously, Hillrath has none of these three points.

These days, he is bragging with some friends and colleagues. He and the superstar Fan Bizhuang who is about to join the team are friends, and they have a good relationship. Some people don’t believe it. When they questioned it, Hillrath said, When Fan Bizhuang first arrived in Manchester, he rode in his car. The two hit it off, talked happily, and finally became good friends. They kept in touch with each other, and occasionally came out at night Let's have a drink together.

In order to prove the credibility of this set of remarks, Hillrat also took out a business card - of course, not Fan Bizhuang's, but Fan Bizhuang's agent Molina.

This time, even if someone questioned it again, in the face of such evidence, my friends believed it, and they were envious and jealous of Hilrat for a while.

In fact, this business card was indeed left to him by Molina. The reason why he did this has nothing to do with "the friendship between Hierrat and Fan Bizhuang". After the luggage belonged to the big star Fan Bizhuang, he enthusiastically insisted on sending it back in person. Molina was the one who received him. Sylrat hurriedly moved the luggage into the room. He left a business card for Molina, saying that if he and Fan Bizhuang need it in the future, he will come immediately, and no fare will be charged. Out of courtesy, Molina also left him a card business card.

Then... this became the capital and "evidence" for Hilrat to brag about. Anyway, others don't know, he can brag as much as he wants, even if he blows out a flower, no one can tell what come.

In the past few days, with the business card Molina gave, Hilrat has made a good show, but today, on this occasion, friends asked about his "good friend" Fan Bizhuang, which made him He's a little embarrassed.

Didn't you say that Fan Bizhuang and you are friends at first sight? Today is his big day, you friend, if you don't go to the scene to cheer, what's the matter?

"That's right, Hillrath, Fan officially made his debut at Old Trafford today, you are his friend, why don't you go and see it?"

"Fan should have sent you an invitation?"

"Hey man, I'm a big fan of Fan, if you can, can you get me an autographed photo of him? ... Today is a good chance, or you can go to Old Terrace right now Ford?"

The riders are already making a fuss, and Hilrat only feels that ten thousand beasts are galloping past, Nima, I'm just bragging, okay?Know what bragging is?It's just making up and making up, and you don't have to pay for it!

Of course, such words can't be said, otherwise he won't lose face as a "Man City car god"?Hillat hated the car friend who was the first to yell, but he had no choice but to laugh perfunctorily.

"Cough cough cough... You are right, Fan and I are with whom, but he called me early to invite me, saying that he has prepared a place with the best view for me..."

"...Ha, but don't I still have to go to work? I, Hillat, am a very responsible person. I can't run around during working hours."

"Actually, I don't really want to go. Look, Old Trafford must be very noisy at the moment. There are so many people. It is impossible for Fan to stay alone with me under these circumstances. I can't delay His appearance... But it doesn't matter, anyway, we often meet, ha, if there is a chance, I will help you get an autograph."

The riders booed again, obviously dissatisfied with Hillrath's remarks, and kept joking and ridiculing him.

Hilrat was depressed, but he could only admit that he was cowardly. This is not the time to be stubborn, otherwise, these "gossip women" don't know how to organize themselves. If they "force" themselves to go to Old Trafford , but I can't even get in the gate, it's really embarrassing.

"It's so lively? I saw you guys gathering here from a long distance away, why, you have nothing to do? Go away if you have nothing to do. The roads are already congested today. What's the mess?"

At this time, someone came from a distance, and everyone looked up, and saw Police Officer Poulter in casual clothes swaying towards him.

Porter is in charge of this area. The taxi drivers have known him for many years, and they have known each other for a long time. They smiled and waved to him, and some people passed him cigarettes.

Porter was not polite either. Despite the police uniform on his body, he was no different from ordinary Manchester citizens. He even made friends with many people in private, so he took the cigarette naturally, but did not light it. , and said to several drivers around: "Come on, just be lazy for a while, don't get together here, the city of Manchester is full of noise today, don't just sit around and do nothing, what should you do, don't obstruct the traffic .”

When he walked over just now, Porter heard what this group of guys were talking about, and he was also very funny. If others don't know, how can he not know?Those things that Hilrath brags are pure nonsense, he has a fart friendship with Fan Bizhuang, Manchester United Club has found the police station, and asked them to help find Fan Bizhuang's luggage - just this It was Porter who came forward to deal with the matter. If he hadn't been on the side to mediate, maybe the Manchester United club would have sent Syllat to the police station for a while.

What kind of friendship is this?

To put it bluntly, the bastard Hilrat is looking for trouble for nothing, and the other party doesn't care too much. Otherwise, he wouldn't have the opportunity to brag about it. I'm afraid he's still crying behind bars in the police station right now.

After waving his hand, the drivers dispersed, and Hillat wanted to leave too, but was held back by Porter.

"I said Hierrat, can you cause less trouble? Are you still friends with Fan Yi? Are you bragging that you will die?...I said how could you have such a neighbor, if it wasn't for old Hierrat...forget it Okay, let me save myself, don't really get yourself into the police station when I can't get out, I don't know how to explain to your father when I see your father in the future."

Hilrat smiled embarrassingly, a forced smile appeared on his fleshy face.

Porter didn't say anything more. When he mentioned the other party's father, Hilrat probably thought of some unhappy things again. He didn't want to expose the other party's scars again. He shook his head and waved his hand, signaling for Hilal Hurry up and get out.

After a pause, Bolt called Hillat again, thought for a while, and simply opened the car door, and sat directly in the passenger seat.

"Take me for a ride. I didn't go to work today. The car is at the police station."

Hilrath muttered a few words: "The police can't squeeze the toiling masses..." Seeing Polter staring at him, Hilrath put on a smiling face, "Okay, respected Polter Special police officer, where are you going? The taxi driver Syllat will serve you wholeheartedly!"

"..."

Porter snorted unhappily, and then he couldn't hold back and laughed again. He was really helpless for the hob meat of Hilrat.

"Go to the court," Porter said.

"Old Trafford?" Hilrath asked suspiciously.

"Well, today's joining ceremony, I also went to join in the fun, you know, I have always liked Fan's, my favorite player and my most lively club, now they are a family, of course I am going to witness This is a great moment." Speaking of this, Porter asked with a smile, "Why, do you want to go in and have a look?"

"think."

Hierrat has been a diehard Manchester United fan for generations, and so is he, so he nodded and admitted without hesitation, but shook his head again and said sadly, "But I don't have a ticket."

"Don't be dejected, don't I have no tickets?"

"then you……"

"It's the guy in our bureau who is in charge of maintaining the east stand today, hehe, you know..."

Porter laughed loudly, "Let's go, I'll take you in together."

Hillat looked excited, without saying a word, he stepped on the accelerator hard, and the taxi sped away.

(End of this chapter)