"This... I have to ask Mr. Chairman." As soon as Tang En finished speaking, his cell phone rang. He looked at the number and found that it was the one who called by Chairman Dogerty.

"Sorry, I have a phone number..." He pointed to the door and Constantine nodded.

Tang En, who walked out the door, pressed the answer button: "Mr. Chairman, what are you asking for me?"

Dogette's old voice rang out from the other end of the phone: "Tony, I haven't congratulated you on yesterday's game yet. Although we lost, you and the guys did a good job."

"Thank you, Mr. Chairman, that's just my job."

"You are still so humble. By the way, Tony. Although I think you played beautifully at the halftime yesterday. But I still want to remind you that the locker room is a very special place, so don't let fans in casually. You know, this is the tradition of football, and we are the third oldest football club in England, so we should pay more attention to this tradition."

"Yes, I get it."

Doggetti laughed: "That game yesterday was really exciting. You know? I haven't seen a game like that in a long time. Don't worry, your position is solid until the end of this season. I'm still the same thing, I won't put any pressure on you, do what you think. I like you, Tony."

"Thank you, Mr. Chairman, I am flattered." Donn remembered Constantine's conditions, so he told Dogette about this matter, hoping to seek the Chairman's opinion.

"Tony, you are the team manager. Our Forest Club is not a listed company like Manchester United. Although we are also listed... But we are still mainly football. Below me, you are the biggest. You have the right to decide these things, and you don't need to ask me. If you think it's right, you do it."

This gave Don En a reassurance. After thanking and greeting Chairman Dogerty again, he hung up the phone. He pushed open the door and found that Constantine was still holding the cup to drink coffee. Don En smiled at him: "Okay, I agree with your terms, Professor Constantine. VIP box, one season home season ticket."

The old guy showed a bright smile on his face.

"But don't be too happy too early, I have my conditions." Tang En stretched out his index finger with his right hand, "You are the best hospital, right?"

Constantine said proudly: "Although we can't say that the whole UK is the best, there is no problem with the top ten."

"That's great. That's right. There are currently only two professional physicians in the first team of the club, and the one you don't lack the least is doctors. I hope you can help me contact several physicians through personal relationships."

"This is no problem, you can choose the internship every year..."

"No, I don't want young men who are internships. If they are letting them break my players, who will I go to? I need experienced veteran doctors and experts in sports injuries."

Constantine frowned.

Tang En observed his expression change and said, "If we can't do it, then all our agreements will be invalidated."

"Oh no, no. Wait a moment... I remember there were a few old men who just retired, maybe..."

"Are you an expert?"

"Although I'm not a professor, but... I guarantee that their level is definitely better than any physician in your team now! They have rich clinical experience. You know... clinical physicians with rich experience can earn more than professors like me who specialize in academic research and have a higher status." Constantine said with certainty, "I can help you contact. They are old friends with me, and I believe they will be happy to work for their favorite teams."

Tang En chuckled: "That's great. It's a pleasant cooperation, Professor Constantine." He stretched out his hand.

Constantine also stretched out her hand, but she muttered reluctantly: "You are such a devil... Happy cooperation!"

Since Doggetti said he could decide many things in the club, then Don En would exercise this power without hesitation. He knew very well what injuries mean for professional players. And with an excellent doctor, the impact could be minimized. Those who play games know that there are several "miracle doctors" in the club that can reduce the chance of injury, and even if they are injured, it can greatly shorten the time for healing. He plans to do a good job in the Forest team, so he naturally has to do the best in all aspects and strive to stay in the club as the official head coach next season. As for the future path... he hasn't had time to plan, in short, he does well here, so no matter where he goes, it will not be too bad.

The two signed a concise agreement and shook hands, and that was done.

Because of the benefits, Constantine personally sent Tangen downstairs, after all, they would have to cooperate frequently in the future.

The two of them walked towards the gate while chatting, but when they walked to the hospital gate, they were startled.

There were many reporters outside the gate, and roughly counting about a dozen people, most of them were newspaper reporters, but there were also TV reporters.

"This is..." Tang En certainly knew who these reporters came for. He just couldn't imagine that British journalists had such a sensitive sense of smell and such supernatural powers.

"Hell! I promise it's not that I'm calling..." Constantine hurriedly explained.

Seeing Tang En walk out of the door, the reporters rushed forward. "Manager Tang En" and "Mr. Tang En" shouted, with more than a dozen microphones, interview pens, and even mobile phones reaching his mouth. Tang En believed that as long as he opened his mouth, these things would be stuffed into his mouth.

Tang En saw their mouths open and close quickly, but couldn't hear what they were saying. Because more than a dozen people said together, it was impossible to tell who said what they said.

Constantine turned her head to look for the security guard: "Where is the security guard?"

A staff member next to him rushed up and explained in a grievance: "Professor, they said that if we block it, we will prosecute us for the crime of obstructing the freedom of the press..."

"Really..." Constantine wanted to curse badly, but he remembered that there were microphones of journalists everywhere. If his words were recorded, his reputation as a gentleman would be ruined. "Didn't you remind them that this is a hospital, do you need quiet?"

"But they were quiet before you came out..."

At this time, Tang En suddenly shouted: "Quiet! Give me peace of mind!"

The roar scared the reporter and Constantine. He had learned the ability of a professional coach to direct the game loudly on the sidelines.

"This is the hospital, what's the point of making noise here?" Tang En began to teach the reporters a lesson. "I know you are here for me, and I have any questions to ask one by one. I don't have much time, and I have the right to refuse to answer sensitive questions." After saying that, he began to look at his watch, "Fifteen minutes to ask questions freely." His performance was more professional than the host at the post-match press conference yesterday.

No one expected that Tang En would hold a press conference publicly at the hospital door, turning passive to active. It was the BBC reporter who first reacted, and they raised their hands: "Mr. Tang En, we really want to hear your opinions on the referee's evaluation at the press conference yesterday. Now the FA is holding a meeting to study what you said yesterday..."

"I won't change my evaluation of the referee in that game." He found the BBC logo on the opponent's microphone. "You are BBC reporters. You can go back and watch yesterday's game video by yourself, and then swear in the name of God, is there any problem with the referee's penalty for those two balls? I know that some people hope that the super team will advance, not us who have no money or power!"

This sentence caused a stir in the crowd. Didn’t Tang En’s last sentence imply that the FA favored the super team? Of course, maybe his original intention was not the case, but it would not prevent us from understanding that... The news is so big! There will be a lot of fun in the next few days. I really don’t know whether this Tony Tang En deliberately pretends to be stupid or is really stubborn, and dares to say these words.

Looking at the reporter's reaction, Tang En added: "I don't want to continue answering this topic anymore. Next."

This time, Tang En had a little impression of the question. The Evening Post reporter who asked him to say "We were raped by the referee" yesterday, with a name that looks very much like the young man who played the role of 007.

"Hello, Mr. Donne. I am Pierce Bruce, a reporter from Nottingham Evening Post. We all know that you were injured by your own player David Johnson in the 27th round of the League One 27th round of the Forest and Walsal on January 1st and were in a coma for a while..."

Tang En interrupted him: "I hope you can summarize your own questions and then raise them. Do you want to tell you a story here?" Faced with these reporters, Tang En's good mood just now disappeared, and his words naturally became much more sarcastic.

Constantine glanced at the poor young man and then looked at Donne secretly. He had already begun to observe the work...

The young man's face was flushed, but he still plucked up the courage to ask: "I...I just want to ask if you are here related to what happened on the sidelines that day?"

Done pushed Constantine, who was standing beside him, and whispered to him: "Professor, it's your turn to come forward. Tell more nonsense, and ten minutes will pass soon."

Constantine coughed and faced many media with a lecture expression, saying, "This is the thing..."

Ten minutes later, when the originally excited reporters started yawning, he finally said the most substantial words: "According to our observations and comprehensive inspections, Mr. Tang En's head was completely abnormal, and he was no different from a normal person."

Donn put his head on the back of Constantine and whispered: "Beautiful work, professor. Happy cooperation!" Then he raised his hands and pointed to the watch on his wrist: "I'm sorry, everyone, the time is up, I have to leave."

The reporters obviously did not want to let him go like this, and someone shouted loudly: "Mr. Done! West Ham United coach Glenn Rhodes claimed that you made very unfriendly remarks to his team after the game, saying that you congratulate his team on relegation! Is that true?"

"Nothing nonsense. He must have heard it wrong. I congratulate him on his victory and wish his team a success in relegation." Tang En saw a taxi coming to the hospital gate. Just as he got off the passengers, he quickly lined up and walked out of the hospital gate. Then he opened the car door directly and got in.

Then the car drove away.

After watching this scene, a smile appeared on Constantine's face: "What an interesting person."

"Sir...what did you say?" asked the security officer next to him.

"It's nothing. I'll tell you to drive those reporters out. This is a hospital, not a celebrity mansion." He pointed to the reporters who were still surrounded by the door and unwilling to disperse.

"But……"

"If they use the excuse of hindering the freedom of the press, you tell them that the press conference is over and they must leave. Otherwise, you call the police and accuse them of interfering with the normal work of the hospital. If someone dies here, they will be responsible." Constantine turned around and walked back.

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The taxi had already driven out on the straight road for two hundred meters, but the guest still didn't say where to go. The driver had to ask, "Mr. Tang En, where are you going?"

In a daze, Tang En was a little surprised how a taxi driver would know his name. Then he saw the driver pick up a newspaper from the side of the seat. Tang En had seen this newspaper four times today. He suddenly understood who called the reporters. It must be Ms. Lilis, the Nordsshire fan!

He asked alertly: "Are you a Nordsshire fan?"

The driver pointed to the red jersey figure that fell under the rearview mirror, "Since my grandfather's grandfather, he has been a Forest team fan."

Tang En breathed a sigh of relief. "Sorry, you saw it too. Those people just now... were all called by a Nordsshire fan."

The driver laughed in front, "Who told us that the two teams were mortal enemies in the same city? Where are you going, sir?"

Tang En originally wanted to go home, but he was worried that the lingering press conference would follow the car, just like what Princess Diana encountered. He simply said casually: "Whatever! It's not going home anyway."

"But there is no such place." The driver was also unsure of his mind.

"Uh, then you can take me around in Nottingham."

"Okay, sir. Can I ask something about the Forest team?"

Tang En rested his head on the backrest and turned his head to look out the window: "Yes, as long as you don't affect your driving. But I have the right not to answer." He suddenly found that he liked this sentence very much. When he faced so many reporters saying this, it felt really cool! Well, he would have to say this sentence more to the reporters in the future - he didn't care whether those people would like to listen or not.

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When Tang En's taxi was far enough from the hospital and he was sure that there would be no reporters to follow him, he stopped the car and paid to get out. But the driver refused to accept it: "Sir, if you can make the Forest team play the same game as yesterday's second half every time. If you need to use a car in the future, call me, and I promise not to charge a penny!" After that, he stuffed the money and his business card into the stunned Tang En's hand, closed the window and drove away.

Looking at the taxi that disappeared into the traffic in a blink of an eye, the driver's words were still echoing in his ears. Tang En didn't know what it felt like.

He was admired by the Chairman and admired and respected by ordinary fans. He just felt a little better because of his bad luck in being surrounded by reporters. Some people admitted everything he did, which was his biggest gain so far. When he was in China, he was not likable because of his personality and temper, and no matter how hard he worked, he could not be recognized.

Women are tolerant for those who please themselves, and scholars die for those who are confidant...

He found himself in love with the city and the fans here.

Just when Tang En was feeling a lot, he was suddenly hit and almost fell to the fast lane. He finally grabbed the fire hydrant on the side of the road and stabilized his body in a mess, but only saw a black figure flashing by quickly and then merged into the crowds coming and going on the street.

"Be careful when walking..." He used to touch his pockets and found that the wallet he put inside was gone!

"Bastard! Even stealing money is so cliché!" Tang En stood on the street and cursed. But such clichéd methods of stealing money have also succeeded in him... It seems that today is really a bad day for him. If he has an old emperor's history, he should really see if it is not suitable for travel.

Historically, Nottingham has been a place where Robin Hood, a famous green forest thief, is famous all over the world, so for hundreds of years, there has been a tradition of "robbing the rich and helping the poor". Everyone regards Robin Hood as an idol...
Chapter completed!