Chapter Six Hundred and Seventy First Being Tricked

Fabio Licari was sitting in front of the window of a famous fashion store on Via Monte Napoleon, staring unblinkingly at a small street opposite.

Although this street is narrow and short, it has a rather amazing name, Jesus Street.

I don’t know if it’s because of the amazing name, because of the good location, or because of other reasons. Since history, Jesus Street has been the most prosperous gathering place for luxury brands in Milan.

Of course, there is also the most luxurious hotel in Milan, the Four Seasons Hotel!

At this moment, Licari used a telescope to spy on the gate of the Four Seasons Hotel from a distance through the window.

Every person and every car that comes in and out here is within his sight.

"Hey, Fabio, you shouldn't be a reporter, you should be Sherlock Holmes!"

The owner of the fashion store is a friend of his friend, and he has long admired the reputation of the famous reporter of Gazzetta dello Sport, so when he heard that Fabio Licari wanted to use his place to dig out a big news, he agreed unceremoniously down.

And when he saw Fabio Licari staring at the opposite Four Seasons Hotel like a thief, he felt amused.

It turned out that this news chaser turned out to be like this.

"Reinaldo, just wait and see, tomorrow will be another front page!" Licari smiled without looking back.

When he said this, he seemed to be excited as well.

"Really? What's the big news?" Renardo is a typical Italian fat man, he looks sore, he just pays attention to gossip news, if he can know tomorrow's front page in advance, it must be the capital for him to go home at night to brag .

Fabio Licari smiled, "I heard you are an Inter Milan fan, isn't it?"

"Well, yes, that's right, our whole family, three generations!" Mentioning this, Renardo looked serious.

Unexpectedly, this matter is still related to Inter Milan.

"We have received news that Moratti and his son will come here later to contact a mysterious buyer to discuss the acquisition of Inter Milan. The location is said to be on the top floor of the Four Seasons Hotel."

Following Fabio Licari's gesture, Renaldo looked up through the window.

The floor of the Four Seasons Hotel is not high, and you can see the roof at a glance. It is said that it is the most expensive suite in the Four Seasons Hotel.

"Are you sure?" Renardo was a little surprised.

"It's absolutely true!" Fabio Licari was extremely convinced.

He has worked in the Italian media field for so many years and has become the reporter of Gazzetta dello Sport who is best at tracking and digging inside news. He is not a vegetarian and has his own eyeliner and news channel.

"Is that mysterious buyer from Tohir from Indonesia?" Renado asked with concern.

Between the brows, what can't be hidden is the worry on his face.

It has been rumored that Inter Milan is for sale for two or three years, from Europe to Asia, and then from Asia back to Europe, even to buyers from the United States and consortiums in the Middle East, but until now there is still no trace .

Finally, a Thorhir came out. I heard that the progress of the negotiation is going very smoothly. I hope it will be successful. Don't worry about it any more!

Unexpectedly, Fabio Licari shook his head, "No, no, the talk with Tohir has collapsed!"

"What? The conversation has collapsed?" Renado almost jumped up.

"Yes, about three days ago, Tohir accepted my interview in the lobby of the Armani Hotel before leaving Milan by plane. He said that the talks with Moratti had collapsed. As for the reason, he asked me to ask Moratti myself. Latty."

Leonardo frowned even deeper, "What's going on?"

"Who knows?" Fabio Licari also knew nothing.

For such negotiations concerning the core interests of both parties,

How could outsiders know?

Even if you know it, it must have been revealed to the outside world on purpose by both parties. Otherwise, would it be possible for you to personally participate in their negotiations and witness the whole process?

"However, it doesn't matter if the talk breaks down, it is said that Tohir is not a good bird!" Fabio Licari added.

Renardo sighed, "That's what you said, but how long can Moratti last?"

After finishing speaking, there was another long sigh, "Our Inter Milan, don't become the second Roma!"

When Sensi went bankrupt, Roma was entrusted by the bank. There was a lot of rumors about Roma in those years, and all Red Wolves fans were also worried. It wasn't until the last two years that things got better.

On the contrary, Inter Milan and almost the whole of Italy know that the Moratti family will not be able to survive.

If there is no buyer to take over, then Inter Milan may become the second Roma team.

"By the way, Fabio, is there any news about this mysterious buyer?" Renardo asked with concern.

Fabio Licari shook his head, "No."

"No?" Renardo was a little surprised.

The paparazzi are all pervasive, and there are news insiders that the reporters can't dig out?

Fabio Licari looked at Renado's expression and couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Don't imagine that we are omnipotent, okay? A lot of our inside information was intentionally disclosed by the other party. If they really wanted to keep it secret, we would not be able to know the information."

Renardo also understood this, but he was somewhat worried.

When will this kind of fearful and frightening days be over!

"Strange, it was clearly agreed to be at fifteen o'clock in the afternoon, and it has been more than ten minutes, why is there still no movement?"

Fabio Licari looked at the time on his watch, feeling a little puzzled.

At this moment, his cell phone rang suddenly.

Fabio Licari took it out and saw that it was the assistant editor-in-chief of Gazzetta dello Sport, Daniel Daeli.

"Hey, Daniel, what's up?"

"Where are you?" Daniel Radareli asked right away, without saying hello.

"Monte Napoleone Avenue, guarding the Four Seasons Hotel!" Fabio Licari replied.

"Wrong, we're all wrong!" Daniel Radarelli shouted across the phone.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" An ominous premonition immediately flooded into Fabio Licari's heart.

"We have just received news that the venue for the negotiation is not the Four Seasons Hotel, but the eighth floor of the Armani Hotel. People from the Torino Sport and Corriere dello Sport have already rushed over."

"What?" Fabio Licari's mind suddenly seemed to be hit hard, and many things were understood in an instant.

That's right, Niang Xipi, if we really talk about it here, it's been so long, but why is it still so quiet here?

Not to mention that the mysterious buyer didn't see it, even Moratti and his son didn't see it.

On the eighth floor of the Armani Hotel, yes, there is a high-level meeting room on the eighth floor of the Armani Hotel.

God, this group of cunning guys actually chose to negotiate at the place where they negotiated last time, it's too treacherous!

"Hurry up, Fabio, I've already rushed over by Ricardo, so hurry up too!" Daniel Daeli shouted.

"Okay, I'll run over right away!"

The Armani Hotel is also the most famous top hotel in Milan. It is located in the northwest of the Four Seasons Hotel. It is only three streets away along Monte Napoleon Avenue, not far away.

As for Ricardo Pratsi, he is the Italian football expert of Gazzetta dello Sport and a powerful general of the newspaper. He is an equal competitor with Fabio Licari. competition.

Therefore, when he thought that Ricardo Pratsi had already rushed over, Fabio Ricari didn't care about other things, so he immediately packed up his things, grabbed them and ran out of the store.

"Hey, Fabio, what's going on? Is someone here?" Renaldo, the gossip fat man, immediately chased after him.

"No, the place is changed, at the Armani Hotel!" Fabio Licari shouted.

The voice stayed behind, but the person rushed out the door.

"Armani Hotel?" Renardo was taken aback for a moment, as if it wasn't far away, why don't you follow to see the excitement?

As soon as he thought of it, Renaldo immediately told the clerk and rushed out.

As soon as I went out, I realized, motherfucker, there were so many reporters secretly hiding around.

As soon as the group of reporters saw Fabio Licari rushing out, and heard him call out the Armani Hotel, they all started running desperately towards the northwest direction of the Armani Hotel.

The actions of these dozen or so people immediately attracted the attention of passers-by, and they even hurriedly gave way one by one, for fear that they would be bumped accidentally, which would be a disaster without reason.

"Hey, fifth child, get out of the way, out of the way!"

Fabio Licari, who rushed to the front, almost bumped into a tourist from the east. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and quickly hid aside, narrowly avoiding it.

"Master, why are these people running in such a hurry?"

"Uh, I don't know very well, it should be some kind of street art!"

"Street art?"

"Yes, look, there is a big fat man in the team, he may be appealing to the public, no matter how fat you are, you must not forget to exercise. Isn't there a saying? Life lies in exercise!"

Long Wu grinned, but he didn't believe Master Huan's words at all.

Seeing this group of guys rushing away one by one desperately, and quickly disappeared, everyone also looked back one after another, why should they go.

"Master, where are we going now?"

"Let's go to the Wangjiangge branch on the corner of the street for afternoon tea. I've booked a box!"

"Really? Well, I haven't tasted the craft at the Milan branch yet!"

"Look at your potential, let's go!"

The two turned around and plunged into the crowd again. From the beginning to the end, no one noticed them or noticed them.

Three minutes later, there were four screams in the lobby of the Armani Hotel.

"What? Temporary cancellation?"

The 20 or 30 reporters present were panting and sweating profusely, almost fainting.

A quick sprint of one kilometer almost killed them.

But in the end, when they arrived at their destination, what awaited them was bad news. Do you think no one can be hopeless?

"How could it be canceled temporarily?"

"Yeah, isn't everything booked?"

"Manager, you are not lying to us, are you?"

"Yeah, if you dare to lie to us, be careful that we will be your scandal tomorrow!"

The hotel lobby manager hurriedly waved his hands vigorously. This group of uncrowned kings can do anything for the news.

"Oh, everyone, I really didn't lie, if you don't believe me, you can go up and have a look!"

Hearing what he said, everyone basically believed it.

Could it be that he was tricked again?

It doesn't make sense, I heard that it was at the Armani Hotel before, why did you change your mind?

"Manager, who booked the VIP meeting room? Or which company?" Fabio Licari reacted the fastest, and immediately wanted to catch this clue.

The manager of the lobby was also eager to send this group of plague gods away as soon as possible. After thinking for a while, he nodded and agreed, "It was booked by a company from the United States. They said they wanted to invite guests to discuss a business deal, and they gave the deposit. Who would have thought..."

American company?

All the reporters present were stunned.

Could it be that a consortium from the United States wants to acquire Inter Milan?

Well, quite possible!

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