Fabio Licari sat in front of the window of a famous fashion store on Monte Napoleon Street, staring at a small street opposite without blinking.

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

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

Of course, there are also the most luxurious hotels in Milan, Four Seasons Hotel!

At this moment, Likari used a telescope to peek into the door of Four Seasons Hotel through the window from afar.

Everyone and every car that went in and out here were within his sight.

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

The owner of the fashion store is his friend's friend and has long been recognized as a famous reporter of the Milan Sports News, so when he heard that Fabio Likari was going to borrow his own place to dig out a big news, he agreed without hesitation.

And when he saw Fabio Likari staring at the Four Seasons Hotel opposite him like a thief, he felt funny.

It turns out that this is what the people chasing news are like.

"Reinardo, wait and see, tomorrow will be another front page!" Likari smiled without looking back.

When he said this, he seemed to be excited.

"Is that so? What big news?" Reinardo is a typical Italian fat man who looks so painful that he pays attention to gossip news when he has nothing to do. If he can know the front page of tomorrow in advance, it must be the capital for him to go home to brag about it at night.

Fabio Likari smiled, "I heard you are an Inter Milan fan, are you?"

"Well, yes, that's right, our whole family is all, three generations!" Reinardo looked serious when he mentioned this.

Unexpectedly, this matter was related to Inter Milan.

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

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

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

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

"It's true!" Fabio Likari was extremely convinced.

He has worked in the Italian media field for so many years and has become the best reporter for the Milan Sports Daily who is good at tracking and digging insider news. He is not a vegetarian, but has his own eyeliner and information channels.

"Is that mysterious buyer from Toshir from Indonesia?" Reinardo asked with concern.

What I couldn't hide between my eyebrows was a look of worry.

Inter Milan has been on sale for two or three years, spreading from Europe to Asia, and then from Asia to Europe. Even American buyers and consortiums in the Middle East have spread all over the world, but they are still missing.

I finally found a Tohill. I heard that the negotiations were going well. I hope it will succeed and stop making trouble!

But Fabio Likari shook his head, "No, no, no, the talk with Toshir has collapsed!"

"What? The talk broke down?" Reinardo almost jumped up.

"Yes, about three days ago, Toshir was in the lobby of Armani Hotel, before he was planning to leave Milan by plane, saying that the talk with Morati broke down. As for the reason, he asked me to ask Morati by myself."

Reinado frowned even deeper now, "What's going on?"

"Who knows?" Fabio Likari also knew nothing.

How could people from the outside world know about such negotiations that concern the core interests of both parties?

Even if you know, both sides must have intentionally disclosed it to the outside world. Otherwise, could you still participate in their negotiations and witness the entire process?

"However, it's better if the talk breaks down. It is said that Toshire is not a good bird!" Fabio Likari added.

Reinado sighed, "That's it, but how long can Moratti last?"

After saying that, he sighed again, "We Inter Milan, can we become the second Rome!"

When Senci went bankrupt, Rome was entrusted by the bank. In those years, things about Rome were also circulating, and all the Red Wolf fans were worried. It was not until the past two years that they had improved slightly.

On the contrary, Inter Milan, almost the entire Italy, knows that the Morati family will not be able to hold on.

If there is no buyer to take over, Inter Milan will probably become the second Rome team.

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

Fabio Likari shook her head, "No."

"No?" Reinardo was a little surprised.

This paparazzi is all over the world, and there are still inside stories that journalists cannot find?

Fabio Likari couldn't help but smile bitterly as he looked at Reinardo's expression.

"Don't imagine us as omnipotent? Many of our insider information are intentionally revealed by the other party. If they really want to keep it a secret, we will not know the information."

Reinardo also understood this, but was a little worried.

When will this kind of fearful day end?

"Strange, it was clearly agreed that it was fifteen o'clock in the afternoon. More than ten minutes have passed, why hasn't there any movement yet?"

Fabio Likari looked at the time on his watch and was a little puzzled.

At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang.

Fabio Likari took it out and saw that he was Daniel Rada Eli, the editor-in-chief of Milan Sports News.

"Hey, Daniel, what's the matter?"

"Where are you?" Daniel Radar Ellie asked without saying hello.

"Mont Napoleon Street, guarding the Four Seasons Hotel!" Fabio Licari replied.

"Wrong, we're all wrong!" Daniel Radar Eli shouted loudly on the opposite side of the phone.

"Wrong? What's wrong?" An ominous premonition immediately surged into Fabio Likari's heart.

"We just received the news that the negotiations were not at the Four Seasons Hotel, but on the eighth floor of the Armani Hotel. People from Turin and Rome have rushed over."

"What?" Fabio Likari felt like she was knocked hard in her mind, and many things were understood in an instant.

Yes, it’s Niang Xipi. If I really talked about it here, so long has passed, but why is it still water and river flying here?

Not to mention that the mysterious buyer didn't see it, even the Morati and his son were not seen.

On the eighth floor of Armani Hotel, yes, there is a high-end VIP conference room on the eighth floor of Armani Hotel, which is a private conference room dedicated to distinguished guests. The previous negotiations between Toshir and Morati and his son were held here.

Oh my God, these cunning guys actually chose to negotiate at the place where they last negotiated. It's so treacherous!

"Hurry, Fabio, I've already rushed over Ricardo, so you can go there too!" shouted Daniel Radar Eli.

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

The Armani Hotel is also the most famous hotel in Milan City. It is located in the northwest of the Four Seasons Hotel. It runs along Monte Napoleon Street and arrives three streets, not far away.

As for Ricardo Pratsi, he is an Italian football expert at the Milan Sports Daily and a capable general at the newspaper. He is a comparable competitor to Fabio Likari. Although the two have a good relationship, they are full of competition.

So, when he thought that Ricardo Pratsi had rushed over, Fabio Likari didn't care about anything else, immediately packed up his things, grabbed them and ran out of the store.

"Hey, Fabio, what's going on? Is the person here?" The gossip fat Reinardo immediately followed him and chased him out.

"No, change the place, at the Armani Hotel!" Fabio Likari shouted.

The sound was left, but the person snatched the door.

"Amani Hotel?" Reinado was slightly stunned. It seemed that it was not far away. Why go and see the fun?

He did what he thought of, Reinado immediately told the clerk and rushed out as well.

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

When the reporters saw Fabio Likari rushing out, they heard him call the Armani Hotel, and they all started to run for the death to sprint towards the Armani Hotel in the northwest.

The actions of these dozen people immediately attracted the attention of passers-by, and even hurriedly avoided them, for fear of being hit by accident, which would be a disaster.

"Hey, Lao Wu, hurry up and get out of here!"

Fabio Likari, who was rushing in front, almost bumped into a tourist from the east. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and hurriedly hid aside and barely avoided it.

"Young Master, why are these people running so urgently?"

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

“Street Art?”

"Yes, you see, there is a big fat man in the team. He may be calling on the citizens to not forget to exercise no matter how fat he is. Isn't there a saying? Life lies in exercise!"

Long Wu grinned, but he didn't believe in what Young Master Huan said at all.

Seeing these guys running away one by one, they soon lost sight. Everyone also withdrew their eyes and went what they should do.

"Master, where are we going now?"

"We, go to Wangjiang Pavilion Branch on the corner of the street for afternoon tea. I booked a VIP room!"

"Is that so? OK, I haven't tried the craftsmanship of the Milan branch yet!"

"Look at your promising prospects, let's go!"

The two turned around and fell into the rolling crowd again. No one had noticed them or noticed them from beginning to end.
To be continued...