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Chapter 792

"So, FIFA will not ban fans from bringing Wuwuzula into the stadium to cheer. We hope this World Cup will become the most perfect World Cup in history!"

Blatt talked freely on the stage, looking righteous and arrogant, as if he was wholeheartedly serving the world football world.

If Vardy saw it, he would definitely curl his lips and express his disdain. What are you doing for? How can you not know?

Put away your hypocritical performance!

Drama master!

But since you are in the first grade of junior high school, don’t blame the 15th grade for being funny.

People always have to pay the price for the choices they make, even if the price is terrible.

Vardy's preparations can be implemented. Although he doesn't know what the situation is at the press conference, as long as Blatt remains stubborn, the people Vardy hires don't need to be polite.

Blatt is still waiting for the reporter to ask questions. A black reporter from unknown countries here, or even a reporter who had just sneaked in with a fake reporter's certificate, stood up and took out a wuwuzula from his bag with a calm look.

"Is this kind of wuwuzula what the Chairman said?"

As soon as the words were finished, the reporter put Wuwuzula to his mouth and blew it suddenly. In an instant, the entire press room seemed to be swept by air waves, and the noise that burst out seemed to shatter the glass.

No one expected that the reporter suddenly blew the wuwuzula here, caught off guard, and a man was shaken to the point of falling. Thousands of bees flew into his ears, buzzing and buzzing to raise the alarm. Even if the wuwuzula stopped ringing, it still kept ringing in his ears.

Especially Blatt, the reporter blew him, and Blatt became deaf at that time. The harsh sound in the not-so-large publishing hall bounced back and forth on the walls, gradually increasing, with an unusually terrifying power.

It took a long time before everyone recovered. Although they could still hear sounds in their ears, they obviously felt discomfort in their eardrums and tinnitus had always existed. This should be considered a hearing loss, but I just don’t know when I can fully recover.

Blatt was a little furious and asked you to ask questions. Who made you blow the woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy woofy wo

"Security, security guard, drive him out for me. Who told you to throw Woowuzula into the press conference!"

Blatt wished he could kill this bastard reporter. I wonder if this thing is harmful to hearing!

asshole!

Several security guards rushed in and wanted to twist the black reporter out.

However, the black reporter was not timid at all. He broke free from the security guard and held his hand, and asked Brat with his neck.

"No one said he was not allowed to bring Wuwuzula in, right?"

"No rules prohibit it, that is allowed!"

"Besides, even places with high security levels in the competition are allowed to bring Wuwuzu into it, let alone a press conference!"

"Didn't you just say that you should respect the traditions of our locals? I am a South African and I like to play wuwuzula. Is there anything wrong with this?"

"Or do you like to play double standards? What you said is the same as fart?"

Faced with the questioning of the black reporter, Blatt was stunned, as if he was being pinched to his throat, and he could not speak at all.

yes!

I just said that I should respect the customs of the locals, but now the locals are yelling at me. Isn’t this a slap in the face?

But I just can't get angry or blame others, otherwise I'd be slapping myself in the face.

Standing on the stage awkwardly, a little incoherent, "Of course this question is uh."

When the FIFA press officer saw that Blatter was about to kneel down, he quickly grabbed the microphone and announced the end of the press conference.

Be embarrassed to close the door and throw it away, don't throw it outside.

Although the reporters were also affected by the noise, they were more interested in Blatt's defeat. Looking at the arrogant black reporter, everyone had already guessed that this was definitely created by Vardy, and he liked to confront Blatt and FIFA like this.

That's exactly what the truth is that black journalists were hired by Vardy.

Vardy told him that as long as Blatt does not prohibit Vulwoozula from using it, he doesn't have to be polite to him, just take out Vulwoozula and blow it in his ears. Even if he blows Blatt into a deaf person, he doesn't have to be responsible. Vardy settles it for him.

It's just money, Vardy has it.

As a result, what everyone saw just now happened. Blatt was so embarrassed that he suffered such a big loss, but he couldn't have the opportunity. Who told him to say something first!

And that's not the end. When Blatt's embarrassment was spread through various channels, Blatt just started a tragic day.

Don’t you want to respect the customs and habits of the locals? Then I will let you respect it to the end!

Next, no matter where Blatt goes, he will be accompanied by Wuwu Zulan. That day, it will be as hard as it will be.

When you walk out of the hotel, someone must have taken out Woo-Zula outside the hotel door and blew him hard;

When I went to talk about things, the Wuwuzula who followed me was about to catch up with the band's accompaniment;

If you go to attend any event, someone must have taken Wuwuzula to the stage and stroked his ear;

Anyway, as long as he appears in public, he will definitely be serving Wuwuzula. Even if he wears soundproof ear bags, he may not be able to block such a penetrating sound.

What made him even more disappointed was that even if he wanted to have a safe sleep in the hotel, a hotel waiter might suddenly open his door with the room card and then blew wuwuzula into his ear.

All of this was arranged by Vardy. Even if the hotel waiter was fired by the hotel for this, Vardy had the ability to arrange a better job for him. Anyway, he would have to fight Blatt to the end.

After one day, Blatt felt that his hearing had dropped at least four layers, so he didn't know whether it was temporary or permanent damage.

The next morning, Blatter secretly ran to the hospital for examination and treatment. He didn't want to become deaf, and deaf people might also become the president of FIFA.

"Doctor, how about it?" Blatt asked the doctor anxiously: "Is it a permanent injury? Can hearing recover?"

Opposite Blatt is a white doctor wearing a white coat, looking like he was saving lives and helping the wounded.

"Well, your hearing has been damaged to a certain extent, but that doesn't matter!"

Speaking of this, the doctor paused.

When Blatt heard the doctor say it doesn't matter, his hanging heart finally relaxed.

Suddenly, the doctor took out a wuwuzu from under the table, and suddenly blew in Blatt's inexplicable and desperate eyes. At that time, the entire hospital building was almost shattered.

Putting down the wuwuzula, the doctor smiled brightly.
Chapter completed!
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