Fabiolicari sat in front of the window of a famous brand fashion store on Via Montenapoleone, staring unblinkingly at a small street opposite.
Although this street is narrow and short, it has a quite amazing name, Jesus Street.
I don’t know whether it’s because the name is amazing enough, or because the location is good enough, or because of other reasons, but Jesus Street has been the most prosperous gathering place for luxury brands in Milan since history.
Of course, there is also the most luxurious hotel in Milan, the Four Seasons Hotel At this moment, Licari used a telescope to peer through the window at the door of the Four Seasons Hotel from a distance.
Every person and car coming 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.
He has long admired the reputation of the famous reporter of Gazzetta dello Sport, so when he heard that Fabio Liccari wanted to borrow his place to dig up a big news, he agreed without hesitation.
Come down.
And when he saw Fabio Liccari staring at the Four Seasons Hotel opposite like a thief, he felt funny.
It turns out that this news chaser is actually like this.
"Reynardo, just wait and see, there will be another front page tomorrow," Licari said with a smile without looking back.
When he said this, his whole body seemed to become excited.
"Really?
What's the big news?"
Renato is a typical Italian fat man who looks like he has a pain in the balls.
He pays attention to gossip news when he has nothing to do.
If he can know tomorrow's front page in advance, it will definitely be something he can brag about when he goes home at night.
Fabio Liccari chuckled, "I heard that you are an Inter Milan fan, right?"
"Well, yes, that's right, it's the same in our whole family, three generations."
When mentioning this, Renaldo looked serious.
Unexpectedly, this matter is actually 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 Liccari's gesture, Renado looked up through the window.
The floors of this Four Seasons Hotel are not high, and you can see the roof at a glance.
It is said that the most expensive suite in the Four Seasons Hotel is there.
"Are you sure?"
Renaldo felt a little strange.
"It's absolutely true" Fabiolicari is 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 out inside news.
He is not a vegetarian and has his own eyeliner and news channels.
"Is that mysterious buyer Tohir from Indonesia?"
Renaldo asked with concern.
Between his brows, there was a look of worry that couldn't be hidden.
It has been rumored for two or three years that Inter Milan is for sale.
It spread from Europe to Asia, and then from Asia back to Europe.
It even spread to buyers in the United States and consortiums in the Middle East, but now there is still no trace. .
Finally, we got a Tohir.
I heard that the negotiations are going very smoothly.
I hope it will be successful.
Don't worry about it anymore.
Unexpectedly, Fabiolicari shook his head, "No, no, no, the negotiation with Tuohir has broken down."
"What happened?"
Renaldo almost jumped up.
"Yes, about three days ago, Tohir accepted an interview with me in the lobby of the Armani Hotel before leaving Milan by plane.
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He said that the relationship with Moratti fell apart.
As for the reason, he asked me to ask Moradi myself.
Lati."
Renaldo frowned even deeper now, "What's going on?"
"Who knows?"
Fabio Liccari also had no idea.
How could outsiders know about this kind of negotiation that concerns the core interests of both parties?
Even if you know it, it must be something that both parties intentionally disclosed to the outside world.
Otherwise, is it possible that you can personally participate in their negotiations and witness the entire process?
"However, it doesn't matter if the talks break down, it is said that Tuohir is not a good bird," Fabiolicari added.
Renaldo sighed, "That's what I say, but how long can Moratti last?"
After finishing speaking, there was another long sigh, "We, Inter Milan, must not become the second Roma team."
When Sensi went bankrupt, Roma was put under bank custody.
In those years, there were a lot of rumors about Roma, and all Red Wolves fans were worried.
It was only in the past two years that things got a little better.
On the contrary, Inter Milan and almost the whole of Italy know that the Moratti family will not be able to survive.
If no buyer takes over, Inter Milan may become the second Roma team.
"By the way, Fabio, do you have any news about this mysterious buyer?"
Renaldo asked with concern.
Fabiolicari shook his head, "No."
"No" Renaldo was a little surprised.
These paparazzi are all-pervasive, and there are even news inside stories that reporters can’t dig up.
Fabiolicari couldn't help but smile bitterly when he looked at Renaldo's expression.
"Don't imagine that we are omnipotent, okay?
A lot of our inside information was intentionally revealed by the other party.
If they really want to keep it secret, it is impossible for us to know the intelligence."
Renaldo also understood this, but he was a little worried.
When will these days of fear and fear end?
"It's strange.
It was clearly agreed to be at 15 o'clock in the afternoon.
It's been more than ten minutes, why is there still no movement?"
Fabiolicari looked at the time on his watch and was a little puzzled.
At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang.
Fabio Licari took it out and saw that it was Daniel Redelli, the assistant editor-in-chief of Gazzetta dello Sport.
"Hey, Daniel, what's the matter?"
"Where are you?"
Daniel Redaelli asked right away without even saying hello when he called.
"On Via Montenapoleone, they are guarding the Four Seasons Hotel," Fabiolicari replied.
"Wrong, we all got it wrong" yelled Daniel Redaelli on the other side of the phone.
"What's wrong?"
An ominous premonition immediately came to Fabiolicari's mind.
"We have just received news that the location of the negotiations is not at the Four Seasons Hotel, but on the eighth floor of the Armani Hotel.
People from Turin Sport and Corriere dello Sport have already rushed there."
"What?"
Fabiolicari's mind suddenly seemed to be hit hard, and many things became clear in an instant.
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Yes, mother-in-law, if we really want to talk 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, not even Moratti and his son were seen.
On the eighth floor of the Armani Hotel, yes, there is a high-end conference room on the eighth floor of the Armani Hotel.
It is a private conference room exclusively for distinguished guests of the hotel.
The previous negotiations between Tuohir and Moratti and his son were held here.
Oh my god, these cunning guys actually chose to negotiate at the same place as the last negotiation.
They are so treacherous.
"Quick, Fabio, I've already rushed over to Ricardo, you should also hurry up," Daniel Radarelli shouted.
"Okay, I'll run over right away" The Armani Hotel is also the most famous top hotel in Milan.
It is located northwest of the Four Seasons Hotel.
It is only three blocks away along Via Montenapoleone.
It is not far away.
As for Ricardo Platsi, he is the Italian football expert of La Gazzetta dello Sport and a powerful general of the newspaper.
He is a close competitor with Fabio Licari.
Although the two have a good relationship, they are also full of competition. .
Therefore, when he thought that Ricardo Platesi had rushed over, Fabio Licari immediately packed up his things, grabbed them and ran out of the store without caring about anything else.
"Hey, Fabio, what's going on?
Is anyone here?"
Renaldo, the gossipy fat man, immediately followed him.
"No, the place has been changed, at the Armani Hotel" Fabio Liccari shouted.
The voice stayed, but the person rushed out the door.
"Armani Hotel" Renaldo was slightly startled.
It seemed that it was not far away.
Why not follow him 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 that there were so many reporters secretly hiding around me.
As soon as this group of reporters saw Fabio Liccari rushing out and heard him shout about Armani Hotel, they all immediately started running for their lives, sprinting towards the Armani Hotel in the northwest direction.
The actions of these dozen people immediately attracted the attention of passers-by, and they even hurriedly moved out of the way, for fear of being accidentally hit, which would be an unnecessary disaster.
"Hey, Old Five, get out of the way, get out of the way."
Fabio Licario, who was rushing at the front, almost bumped into a tourist from the East.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and hurriedly hid to the side, barely avoiding it.
"Master, why are these people running so fast?"
"Well, I don't know very well.
I think I'm doing some street art."
"Street Art" "Yes, look, there is a big fat man in the team.
He may be calling on the citizens.
No matter how fat you are, you should never forget to exercise.
Isn't there a saying that life lies in exercise?"
Long Wu grinned, but he didn't believe what Master Huan said at all.
Seeing this group of guys running away one by one as if they were desperate for their lives, and quickly disappearing, everyone also looked away and kept doing whatever they were supposed to do.
"Master, where are we going now?"
"Let's go to the Wangjiangge branch on the corner for afternoon tea.
I booked a private room."
"Really?
That's good.
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I haven't tried the craftsmanship of the Milan branch yet."
"Look at your potential, let's go" The two of them turned around and threw themselves into the crowd.
No one noticed or noticed them from the beginning to the end.
Three minutes later, four lung-breaking screams were heard in the lobby of the Armani Hotel.
“What was the temporary cancellation?”
There were twenty or thirty reporters present, all of them panting and sweating, and almost fainted.
The 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 it can make people despair?
“Why was it canceled at short notice?”
"Yeah, aren't they all booked?"
"Manager, are you lying to us?"
"Yes, if you dare to lie to us, be careful we will publish your scandal tomorrow."
The hotel lobby manager quickly waved his hands vigorously.
This group of uncrowned kings would do anything for the sake of news.
"Oh, everyone, I really didn't lie.
If you don't believe me, you can just go up and have a look."
After hearing what he said, everyone basically believed it.
Could it be that I was tricked again?
It doesn’t make sense.
I heard it was at the Armani Hotel before.
Why did I change my mind again?
"Manager, who or which company booked the VIP conference room?"
Fabiolicari reacted the fastest and immediately wanted to capture this clue.
The lobby manager was also eager to send away this group of plague gods.
After thinking about it, he nodded and agreed: "It was booked by a company from the United States.
It said it wanted to invite guests to negotiate a business.
I already gave the deposit.
Who would have thought?"
American company All the reporters present were brightened.
Could it be that it is a consortium from the United States that wants to acquire Inter Milan?
Well, quite possibly: