The outside of the Pakaenbu Stadium in Pakaenbu District is crowded with people, and the green lawn is surrounded by green policemen, holding riot shields, driving away the angry fans who threw stones at each other and soda bottles.
Today at the Pacaenbu Stadium, two A-level teams had a friendly match. One of these two teams is the Corinthian Club nicknamed Torpedo Speedboat. This is a veteran strong team in Brazil. It is known as the century-old champion. It has countless championship experiences and tens of millions of fans.
Another team is from the Flamenco Club in Rio, which is also a veteran team with a brilliant history. The legendary star Jiko comes from this club, which also has countless fans.
Although it was just a friendly match, the off-court fans of the two teams were still extremely popular. Tickets were sold three days ago. 40,000 tickets were sold out that night. At 10:30 this morning, the game will start on time. There are probably tens of thousands of fans who arrived in advance, and most of them obviously cannot enter the game.
Just half an hour ago, two groups of fans waiting outside the stadium had a conflict
Originally, it was just two little girls who supported the flamenco team and had an argument with three young men who supported the Corinthian team, but soon the argument turned into physical conflict, and then hundreds of people were wrapped in, which turned the physical conflict into violent confrontation.
Football hooligans are not unique to Britain, but Brazil also has them. It can be said that as long as there is football, there will be no lack of such a specific role.
Fortunately, the Sao Paulo police had been on high alert. Before the conflict could further expand, the riot team armed to the teeth arrived in time to disperse the conflict.
Football has special significance for Brazilians. The winning or losing of a game can affect the outcome of the presidential election. This statement is definitely not an exaggeration to Brazil, but a real reality.
After nearly twenty years of economic decline, Brazil has nothing to be proud of except football. Therefore, football matches seem to be particularly important to Brazilians these days.
On the outermost side of the ring road on the east side of the gymnasium, countless tents were built on the open space on the roadside. This was built by fans who came to watch the game from outside Sao Paulo. Most of them have lived here a few days ago.
In a pink tent, Roes got up from two young unclothed girls, tying his trousers while savoring the wonderful taste just now.
Where is our ticket? A girl with flamenco logo on her face turned over and sat up, putting her clothes on her body, and said softly, "This is what we have agreed."
Roes smacked his lips, turned around and picked up a small bag from the ground, unzipped the zipper, and took out two long tickets: These are the last two, you count as four hundred dollars, isn't it?
The girl who had not yet gotten up glanced at the ticket in his hand, gritted her teeth, turned over and took a few bills and handed them over
Roes took the pile of scattered bills, ticked them carefully, then whistled, threw two tickets onto the blanket, turned around and got out of the tent
The sunlight outside the tent was a little dazzling. Roes instinctively raised his arm and covered his eyes. Before his eyes could adapt, he was kicked in front of his chest. He flew backwards and crashed into the tent behind him.
Ah! The screams of two girls instantly sounded in the tent. Before the scream could stop, two strong men with dark skin rushed in one after another, and grabbed Roes who had not yet woken up as if they were catching a chicken.
Roes was raising his arms by two strong men, and he looked up in a daze and immediately shuddered.
In front of him, four or five burly men stood, the leader was a black man with a buzz cut and a scorpion tattoo on his right cheek.
This person, Roes, is known as Martin, and is a famous figure in the Pacaenb District. Most importantly, he is also a small leader of the Morio organization and is usually responsible for managing the territory of this area.
Roes is just a ticket seller, a small character who runs alone. He can't afford to offend someone like Martin, and he doesn't even dare to provoke him.
But the trouble is that as a very rich profession, ticket sellers are not something that anyone can do just because they want to do. Just for such a reselling tickets, Roes has been warned many times, but today he is blocked again.
Roes, Roes, Roes... Looking at the vulgar guy in front of him, Martin rubbed his nose and said with a stuttering sound in his mouth, why do you always make me embarrassed?
Horse...Mr. Martin...Roes stuttered
It's rare that you can still remember my name, but why can't you remember what I said? Martin stretched out his hand, and naturally someone handed over the small bag that Roes had with him.
In the small torn canvas bag, there are stacks of ball game tickets. A rough estimate is that there are more than 200 pieces, most of which are seat numbers close to the court. Just talking about these tickets, the value of them is estimated to be tens of thousands of dollars.
Roes looked at Martin with his eyes curled up, mainly at the tickets he held. For others, these tickets may be tickets to watch the game, and there is no other purpose. They are neither eaten nor drunk, but for him, these tickets are the lifeblood, and all his belongings.
Fortunately, Martin obviously had no intention of causing trouble today. He flipped through these tickets and picked two of them out in a better position. After hesitating for a while, he found a few more. Then, he threw the tickets on the ground with the tickets and said: I warn you, Roes, this is the last time, don't let me see you here again in the future.
Martin turned and left after snorting from his nostrils
A few minions followed him and left again and again.
Seeing Martin and his party walking away, Roes quickly put the tickets into his canvas bag, then hid behind a tent, secretly peeking at Roes and his party who were walking further and further away.
On the outermost side of the stadium ring road, several brand new cars were parked on the side of the road. Martin took his people to the front, approached a car, handed the tickets in through the window, and nodded and bowed. He didn't know what he said.
After a while, a few people jumped out of the car, and the ones in black shirts should be figures like bodyguards. In addition to these people, there were two people who came down last. They were talking and laughing together.
Although it's just a ticket seller, Roes's vision is still good. He could see that the two people who got off the bus were the real big shots, especially the young man with wide sunglasses and a pair of yellow and green beach pants.
In front of these people, Martin was obviously not even a small role. He just smiled and stood on the outermost side with his waist and his hands behind his back. He never got a chance to talk to the young man from beginning to end.
Although he knew it was just a luxury, Roes could not help but imagine that he would become a young man one day. Not to mention anything else, at least when reselling tickets here, there is no need to worry about people like Martin coming to trouble him.
Needless to ask, the big man Martin greeted was Li Zai'an, and the one who accompanied him was Ruben, who was in charge of the St. Cristowwan Club for him. They came here today to discuss business with Flamengo Club Chairman Creber Reit.
Not long ago, Li Zai'an took a fancy to the Flamengo Youth Team's left forward Savio. Ruben is negotiating with the Flamengo Club and is preparing to buy him.
Previously, Edmundor, who had purchased from Dagama Club, was preparing to build these two young players into a team's forward combination.
In fact, in Ruben's view, Li Zai'an has a big problem in the club's development thinking. He seems to be buying players just for the sake of buying players, but he is indifferent to the team's events and training. He can't even understand who the club's current head coach is.
Well, buy players, buy players. After all, buying and selling players is also a major way for the club to make profits. But the problem is that the players Li Zai'an asked to buy are either famous young people or second-rate people who are still sitting on the bench.
However, what Ruben admired was that Li Zai'an had a very good vision of selecting players. The players he ordered to buy seemed to be rising now.
Especially Ronaldo, Rivaldo, De Nelson and Carlos, who have shown extraordinary talent in previous games, have several clubs trying to buy them
For Li Zaian, he actually doesn't like football very much. He doesn't know much about the sport of football. The only thing he has shown is to remember some Brazilian stars' names
Well, even his pseudo-fan can remember his name, so he must be a top superstar with great value and world-renowned reputation.
So, all he can do is buy players, buy players, and continue to buy players...
In the eyes of those who know the knowledge, he is just a fool. No matter how outstanding the striker is, you can't play at the same time if you buy five or six in one go!
Even if there is a team with excellent front line, it may not necessarily win a game. Therefore, his behavior of hoarding players is a waste.
A person who doesn't understand football invests in a football club not only requires great courage, but also requires a huge amount of funds. Similar things, Russian billionaire Abramovich once did, but now, the reborn Li Zai'an is also doing it.
Compared to Abramovich, Li Zai'an has his advantage - he is a drug dealer, with a huge amount of money that cannot be deposited in the bank but can be paid to individuals.
He doesn't care about wasting funds or how much was wasted. The key point is that these seemingly wasted funds are transferred between clubs and become clear after they come back. This is the most meaningful thing for Li Zaian.
Today at the Pacaenbu Stadium, two A-level teams had a friendly match. One of these two teams is the Corinthian Club nicknamed Torpedo Speedboat. This is a veteran strong team in Brazil. It is known as the century-old champion. It has countless championship experiences and tens of millions of fans.
Another team is from the Flamenco Club in Rio, which is also a veteran team with a brilliant history. The legendary star Jiko comes from this club, which also has countless fans.
Although it was just a friendly match, the off-court fans of the two teams were still extremely popular. Tickets were sold three days ago. 40,000 tickets were sold out that night. At 10:30 this morning, the game will start on time. There are probably tens of thousands of fans who arrived in advance, and most of them obviously cannot enter the game.
Just half an hour ago, two groups of fans waiting outside the stadium had a conflict
Originally, it was just two little girls who supported the flamenco team and had an argument with three young men who supported the Corinthian team, but soon the argument turned into physical conflict, and then hundreds of people were wrapped in, which turned the physical conflict into violent confrontation.
Football hooligans are not unique to Britain, but Brazil also has them. It can be said that as long as there is football, there will be no lack of such a specific role.
Fortunately, the Sao Paulo police had been on high alert. Before the conflict could further expand, the riot team armed to the teeth arrived in time to disperse the conflict.
Football has special significance for Brazilians. The winning or losing of a game can affect the outcome of the presidential election. This statement is definitely not an exaggeration to Brazil, but a real reality.
After nearly twenty years of economic decline, Brazil has nothing to be proud of except football. Therefore, football matches seem to be particularly important to Brazilians these days.
On the outermost side of the ring road on the east side of the gymnasium, countless tents were built on the open space on the roadside. This was built by fans who came to watch the game from outside Sao Paulo. Most of them have lived here a few days ago.
In a pink tent, Roes got up from two young unclothed girls, tying his trousers while savoring the wonderful taste just now.
Where is our ticket? A girl with flamenco logo on her face turned over and sat up, putting her clothes on her body, and said softly, "This is what we have agreed."
Roes smacked his lips, turned around and picked up a small bag from the ground, unzipped the zipper, and took out two long tickets: These are the last two, you count as four hundred dollars, isn't it?
The girl who had not yet gotten up glanced at the ticket in his hand, gritted her teeth, turned over and took a few bills and handed them over
Roes took the pile of scattered bills, ticked them carefully, then whistled, threw two tickets onto the blanket, turned around and got out of the tent
The sunlight outside the tent was a little dazzling. Roes instinctively raised his arm and covered his eyes. Before his eyes could adapt, he was kicked in front of his chest. He flew backwards and crashed into the tent behind him.
Ah! The screams of two girls instantly sounded in the tent. Before the scream could stop, two strong men with dark skin rushed in one after another, and grabbed Roes who had not yet woken up as if they were catching a chicken.
Roes was raising his arms by two strong men, and he looked up in a daze and immediately shuddered.
In front of him, four or five burly men stood, the leader was a black man with a buzz cut and a scorpion tattoo on his right cheek.
This person, Roes, is known as Martin, and is a famous figure in the Pacaenb District. Most importantly, he is also a small leader of the Morio organization and is usually responsible for managing the territory of this area.
Roes is just a ticket seller, a small character who runs alone. He can't afford to offend someone like Martin, and he doesn't even dare to provoke him.
But the trouble is that as a very rich profession, ticket sellers are not something that anyone can do just because they want to do. Just for such a reselling tickets, Roes has been warned many times, but today he is blocked again.
Roes, Roes, Roes... Looking at the vulgar guy in front of him, Martin rubbed his nose and said with a stuttering sound in his mouth, why do you always make me embarrassed?
Horse...Mr. Martin...Roes stuttered
It's rare that you can still remember my name, but why can't you remember what I said? Martin stretched out his hand, and naturally someone handed over the small bag that Roes had with him.
In the small torn canvas bag, there are stacks of ball game tickets. A rough estimate is that there are more than 200 pieces, most of which are seat numbers close to the court. Just talking about these tickets, the value of them is estimated to be tens of thousands of dollars.
Roes looked at Martin with his eyes curled up, mainly at the tickets he held. For others, these tickets may be tickets to watch the game, and there is no other purpose. They are neither eaten nor drunk, but for him, these tickets are the lifeblood, and all his belongings.
Fortunately, Martin obviously had no intention of causing trouble today. He flipped through these tickets and picked two of them out in a better position. After hesitating for a while, he found a few more. Then, he threw the tickets on the ground with the tickets and said: I warn you, Roes, this is the last time, don't let me see you here again in the future.
Martin turned and left after snorting from his nostrils
A few minions followed him and left again and again.
Seeing Martin and his party walking away, Roes quickly put the tickets into his canvas bag, then hid behind a tent, secretly peeking at Roes and his party who were walking further and further away.
On the outermost side of the stadium ring road, several brand new cars were parked on the side of the road. Martin took his people to the front, approached a car, handed the tickets in through the window, and nodded and bowed. He didn't know what he said.
After a while, a few people jumped out of the car, and the ones in black shirts should be figures like bodyguards. In addition to these people, there were two people who came down last. They were talking and laughing together.
Although it's just a ticket seller, Roes's vision is still good. He could see that the two people who got off the bus were the real big shots, especially the young man with wide sunglasses and a pair of yellow and green beach pants.
In front of these people, Martin was obviously not even a small role. He just smiled and stood on the outermost side with his waist and his hands behind his back. He never got a chance to talk to the young man from beginning to end.
Although he knew it was just a luxury, Roes could not help but imagine that he would become a young man one day. Not to mention anything else, at least when reselling tickets here, there is no need to worry about people like Martin coming to trouble him.
Needless to ask, the big man Martin greeted was Li Zai'an, and the one who accompanied him was Ruben, who was in charge of the St. Cristowwan Club for him. They came here today to discuss business with Flamengo Club Chairman Creber Reit.
Not long ago, Li Zai'an took a fancy to the Flamengo Youth Team's left forward Savio. Ruben is negotiating with the Flamengo Club and is preparing to buy him.
Previously, Edmundor, who had purchased from Dagama Club, was preparing to build these two young players into a team's forward combination.
In fact, in Ruben's view, Li Zai'an has a big problem in the club's development thinking. He seems to be buying players just for the sake of buying players, but he is indifferent to the team's events and training. He can't even understand who the club's current head coach is.
Well, buy players, buy players. After all, buying and selling players is also a major way for the club to make profits. But the problem is that the players Li Zai'an asked to buy are either famous young people or second-rate people who are still sitting on the bench.
However, what Ruben admired was that Li Zai'an had a very good vision of selecting players. The players he ordered to buy seemed to be rising now.
Especially Ronaldo, Rivaldo, De Nelson and Carlos, who have shown extraordinary talent in previous games, have several clubs trying to buy them
For Li Zaian, he actually doesn't like football very much. He doesn't know much about the sport of football. The only thing he has shown is to remember some Brazilian stars' names
Well, even his pseudo-fan can remember his name, so he must be a top superstar with great value and world-renowned reputation.
So, all he can do is buy players, buy players, and continue to buy players...
In the eyes of those who know the knowledge, he is just a fool. No matter how outstanding the striker is, you can't play at the same time if you buy five or six in one go!
Even if there is a team with excellent front line, it may not necessarily win a game. Therefore, his behavior of hoarding players is a waste.
A person who doesn't understand football invests in a football club not only requires great courage, but also requires a huge amount of funds. Similar things, Russian billionaire Abramovich once did, but now, the reborn Li Zai'an is also doing it.
Compared to Abramovich, Li Zai'an has his advantage - he is a drug dealer, with a huge amount of money that cannot be deposited in the bank but can be paid to individuals.
He doesn't care about wasting funds or how much was wasted. The key point is that these seemingly wasted funds are transferred between clubs and become clear after they come back. This is the most meaningful thing for Li Zaian.
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