"Kiss him! Kiss him!"

  "Kiss her! Kiss her!"

  The whole venue suddenly became boisterous, especially when everyone shouted in unison, the atmosphere was even more intense and exciting. Everyone wanted to congratulate Yang Cheng on his good luck with the peach blossoms.

  "Mr. Yang Cheng, you can't run away from this! Everyone couldn't defeat you on the football field, so they're trying every means to defeat you tonight. Unless you're willing to surrender without a fight, otherwise, you should bravely stand up and accept the challenge!" The host shouted with a smile.

  "Head up!" shouted Gatusso, suddenly standing up from his seat in the distance, Kaiserslautern player.

  "Head up!" The others also shouted along.

  Yang Cheng now had the idea of killing those bastards who were afraid that the world would be too peaceful!

  "Go on! Young people should open their arms and accept everything!" Fritz Walter encouraged with a smile, even he wanted to see Yang Cheng go on stage to perform a kissing scene, and then he deliberately pushed him.

  Led by the two old men, Fritz Walter and Ottmar Walter, Yang Chen walked somewhat awkwardly onto the stage, with familiar faces greeting him along the way.

  He has seen it for himself, and if anyone still says that Germans are rigid, conservative, don't understand romance, and can't appreciate the nuances of human relationships, Yang Cheng will definitely argue with him to the death, because he personally experienced the way Germans treat people tonight.

  Die if you must, anyway it's just a kiss, what's there to fear?

  Yang Chenghao walked out and directly stepped onto the auction stage.

  Right in front of him, Charlize Theron was already standing there with a bright smile, looking at the handsome Eastern man who had just walked onto the stage. If it were any other old man, she would not have been so accommodating.

  "Let's agree first, there are many types of kisses, and the time can be long or short. I ask you all, how long do you want to watch? A: a quick one; B: 10 seconds; C: 30 seconds; D: 1 minute. Of course, if you're willing to watch for longer, we can offer more charity options, and we can even provide a 5-minute kiss scene."

  The host's words suddenly made everyone in the audience laugh, and everyone was eager to shout out how much money they would pay for them to kiss for a certain amount of time.

  "Alright, let's be fair, 1 minute. But to the friends who just said they would donate, you must fulfill your promise, our colleagues in the back office have recorded it all down!"

  As soon as this was said, the whole audience burst into thunderous laughter.

  "Of course, I'm also very fair, just lip to lip doesn't count as a kiss, it must be a deep and romantic French kiss, don't you think?"

  "Agreed!" The whole room erupted in noise.

  Yang Cheng was very embarrassed, and across from him, Charlie Zelun, who had been calm until then, also showed a hint of embarrassment and shyness. She seemed to want to refuse, but saw the gestures of one of the people at the table below, who appeared to be merchants and brokers. Knowing that public sentiment was surging, she could no longer help but agree, although somewhat reluctantly, and did as they asked.

  Then Charlie Zelun slowly walked towards Yang Cheng, the whole process was elegant and moving.

  I believe there will be countless men in the audience who dream of switching places with Yang Cheng, so they can replace him and enjoy a kiss from this Hollywood beauty.

  Yang Cheng had kissed before, but they were all just a taste, and he hadn't really delved into it. Moreover, his girlfriend who was studying medicine said that kissing too much could lead to bacterial infections. So his kissing skills were actually very poor, and he could only stand there passively accepting the beautiful girl's incoming kiss.

  Looking at the perfect and flawless face in front of him getting closer and closer, "Finally, the two were almost nose to nose, the beauty's breath as fragrant as orchids poured into Yang Cheng's arms. Her slender hands wrapped around Yang Cheng's back, their bodies pressed together."

  At this moment, Yang Cheng could feel her delicate body closely attached to his, and then he felt her slightly tilt her head, with a faint scent of fragrance on her lips, which touched Yang Cheng's lips. At first, it was just light, like a dragonfly touching the water, but soon after, she heavily pressed against him.

  "Wet kiss! Wet kiss!"

  In the midst of everyone's shouting on the scene, Yang Cheng felt a soft and delicate tongue slipping into his mouth, searching for its prey everywhere, and soon found his own tongue that was almost knotted, and entwined with it.

  Yang Cheng's hands involuntarily wrapped around Charlie Serron's waist, gently placing them on her smooth buttocks, while his mouth reacted awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

  Charlie Zelun also seemed to have noticed something was wrong. She was surprised to find that Yang Cheng's kissing skills were actually very poor.

  Was it his first kiss?

  Charlie felt more and more that this was probably it, which obviously stimulated her, so she enthusiastically guided Yang Cheng, and with a strong and powerful kiss, sucked on Yang Cheng's tongue. However, at the same time, she also naturally felt Yang Cheng's instinctive physical reaction, and the two of them stuck together tightly. To say they didn't feel anything would be an absolute lie.

  Feeling this sultry stimulation, Yang Cheng was like a split personality, one was the passionate explosion like a volcano, telling him to push directly; but reason was like an iceberg, telling him not to lose his mind, so many people were watching, don't become a laughing stock for the whole world.

  Reason and passion were at war, Yang Cheng's hands were sweating profusely as they stuck to Charlie Saron's round buttocks, the latter could feel it too, but she was very impressed by Yang Cheng's composure.

  In this situation and setting, if it were anyone else, wouldn't they take advantage of her in a more straightforward way?

  But Yang Cheng didn't, his hands didn't move at all, and the movements in his mouth were completely passive. This made Charlize Theron's impression of him even better, especially since she was certain that she had taken away Yang Cheng's first kiss, which made her feel a thrilling sensation from the bottom of her heart.

  "Time's up!" The host didn't want to drag it out either, and although it wasn't time yet, he immediately shouted.

  Stop.

  The two people's lips reluctantly parted, in a place where no one could see, still carrying some flavors that didn't know whether they belonged to Yang Cheng or Charlize Theron, or should say the common flavor produced by the fusion of the two.

  "Thank you!" Charlize Theron whispered softly to Yang Cheng, her voice as sweet and melodious as a heavenly music.

  Yang Cheng knew in his heart that he hadn't taken advantage of her at all just now. He was like a wooden puppet, letting her manipulate him as she pleased. Although he had a physical reaction, it was something any normal man would have, and couldn't be blamed on anyone.

  "How are you feeling, Mr. Yang Cheng?" The host asked with a smile.

  Yang Cheng's slightly numb tongue stirred around in his mouth, and there was always a sweet taste that should have been left by Charlez Selon. When he looked at the latter, this national mixed-blood beauty's face turned red, apparently she was also doing the same thing as Yang Cheng.

  He won't be reminiscing about the past, will he?

  Two people coincidentally thought of it in their hearts at the same time.

  While thinking in his heart, Yang Cheng's face was serious, shaking his head with a bitter smile, answering the host's words, "Nightmare!"

  The whole audience burst into laughter.

  Thinking carefully, it's indeed a nightmare! Having a beauty in your arms but being unable to do anything is absolutely a nightmare!

  "It's okay, Mr. Yang Cheng, the CEO of Ya Cai Company and also Charlize Theron's agent company have all agreed that tonight, Charlize Theron is yours alone, you can enjoy her!"

  At this point, the host completely used a tone of utmost sympathy, hinting that Yang Cheng should take good care of himself.

  After all, having such a stunning beauty by your side, yet being unable to have her, is simply every man's nightmare!

  The Radisson Blu Hotel is located about 2 kilometers east of the Rose Convention Hall, opposite the South Gate of Ruixi City, and is a four-star hotel in the high-end area of Mangzhong City. It is also the designated hotel for guests attending the charity dinner party.

  In the afternoon, Yang Chengcai walked out of the room with a continuous yawn and headed towards Sanjie Coffee House.

  Although he had just taken a refreshing cold shower in the room, he still felt extremely tired and his whole body felt like it was falling apart. Now he planned to go eat something at Xiaomei's place and have a cup of coffee to refresh himself.

  "Ah, Yang Cheng!" Beikenbao saw Yang Cheng come in and immediately stood up, waving his hand to beckon him over.

  At that table, apart from Beckenbauer, there was also a German man in his 30s who stood up and greeted Yang Chen with a smile.

  "How was your evening?" Beikenbao asked with a faint smile.

  Yang Cheng made a exaggerated expression of heartache, with a bitter smile that seemed to have psychological trauma: "Don't mention it, after walking out of the conference hall, she asked me if I wanted to go listen to a concert or watch an opera, oh my god, isn't that trying to suffocate me?"

  Beckenbauer and the two of them burst out laughing, although Yang Cheng was already a well-known head coach, but after all, he was young, and it would be his death to ask a 26-year-old to listen to concerts and watch operas.

  "After that, we went to watch a movie and then let the driver drive around the city in circles! Yang Cheng had an expression of being taken advantage of. 'Mr. Shi Qinde, don't do this kind of losing business again next time, otherwise Mr. Wende will definitely get rid of you without hesitation!'"

  Beckenbauer and Ruppert Stadler exchanged a look and both burst out laughing.

  Wendelin Gaillard is now Audi's, and Fangtai De is Wendelin's deputy, who is in charge of corporate development planning. All along, he has had an indelible affection for football, believing that this sport may become a breakthrough for Audi and even the Volkswagen Group to achieve business success.

  "After some time, you might not see me again!" Stead said with a bitter smile.

  Yang Cheng was taken aback and joked: "It can't be because of that $100,000, can it?"

  Schteid laughed and shook his head: "No, I just received a transfer order from the company. I'm going to work in the finance department at Volkswagen headquarters!"

  This should be considered a good thing, so Stead looks very happy.

  Perhaps because he had benefited from someone else's kindness the day before, Yang Cheng found this thirty-something German man quite likable, and happily congratulated this newly promoted and wealthy fellow, but also took the opportunity to remind him of something.

  "I think if there's an opportunity, you should go back to Audi!"

  Yang Cheng had some research on Volkswagen, knowing that Audi was a subsidiary of the company, but the Volkswagen Group was actually in the hands of a strong leader like Pi?ch. However, this Volkswagen leader happened to be a technology enthusiast who valued technical talent and only used people he thought were technically capable.

  In this case, it is difficult for Potayto to emerge in the mass group.

  On the contrary, Audi is built on top of Volkswagen's operations, and Toyota has a better chance here.

  "Thank you!" Todd wasn't a fool. He naturally heard the overtones in Yang's words, and nodded his head in thanks.

  "Alright, you guys chat slowly, I'll leave first!" Stead should be a very powerful person, sitting and acting, very neat and efficient.

  After seeing him off, Yang Cheng chatted with Beikenbao about some things from last night, but just then his phone rang.

  It was Wochermeier who brought the news, telling Yang Chen that Fernando Idalgo, Mascatti's assistant, had arrived in Kaiserslautern early this morning and had been waiting for Yang Chen for a whole morning.

  "Let him wait for me another hour, I'll be right back!" Yang Cheng said with a smile.

  "What's up?" Beikenbao asked strangely.

  Yang Cheng smiled confidently, finished a cup of coffee in one gulp and stood up "Feng Tuo, pay attention to the newspapers for the next few days, I'm going to take revenge for you!"

  After finishing speaking, he said goodbye and left, leaving Beikenbaoer sitting there in a daze.

  Fernando Hidalgo is an ordinary Argentine man, but he and Mascherano are two different types. If the latter looks like a strong man of the type of Batistuta and Crespo, then Hidalgo belongs to Messi, Iniesta and other fine men.

  However, when Yang Cheng saw this Argentine agent, he was in the office meeting room of Kaiserslautern's stadium, leaning against the backrest, sleeping directly on the table, looking like he hadn't slept at all last night.

  "He came over early this morning and waited for a long time, waiting until he fell asleep!" Worchmeyer said with a wry smile.

  "He must have flown in overnight from Argentina, never mind Werner, don't wake him up, just get someone to prepare a lunch for him and when he wakes up, ask him to come to my office." Yang Cheng said with a smile.

  Wochen nodded in agreement.

  Yang Cheng turned and left the office of Fritz-Walter-Stadion, walked into Tillingen to his own office.

  The entire Tübingen was empty, even the security personnel were all on holiday, because Christmas is approaching and the whole of Europe is filled with a festive atmosphere, but the club seems to be somewhat deserted.

  For a moment, Yang Cheng really didn't adapt well to this cold and quiet atmosphere.

  Sitting in front of the office desk, playing with the computer when there's nothing to do.

  About half an hour later, the door to his office was knocked on and Werner Meltzer saw Idalgo, who was clearly just woken up with a tousled head of hair, come in from outside.

  "Hello, Mr. Yang Cheng, my name is Fernando Ibarra, and I am here representing Mr. Mascatti to discuss the Bellon transfer contract with your club!"

  Yang Cheng nodded for him to sit down across from him, "Have you eaten lunch?"

  "Ah, thank you!" Idalgo thanked.

  Yang Cheng smiled ambiguously and then pulled out a contract from his office desk, putting it in front of him. "This is the contract drawn up by our music department, you can take a look."

  Idalgo was somewhat surprised, not expecting Yang Cheng to be so easy-going. He smiled and flipped through the pages, reading each sentence carefully, afraid of missing a crucial passage if he wasn't careful.

  He read through the contract for nearly half an hour, during which time Iztargi kept asking him about all sorts of details in it.

  After finally finishing reading it clearly, he raised his head to look at Yang Cheng with some difficulty and said: "Mr. Yang Cheng, regarding other clauses in the contract, we don't have too many problems, but in terms of salary, bonuses, etc., the contract proposed by your company is quite different from our expectations."

  Yang Cheng had expected them to say that and smiled slightly, but instead of answering, he asked: "Has Mr. Ithilgore been informed about the current situation in Kaiserslautern?"

  Idalgo didn't know what he meant, nodded and said "I understand a little."

  "You must be very clear about the current financial situation of our club, we are not a wealthy team, it is impossible for us to pay the salary clause you proposed, which is almost harsh, I believe that even if it's not just us, but the whole world, there are no more than 5 teams that can meet this clause!"

  "But do you think that a top-tier club would be willing to pay such a high salary to buy Bellon?" Yang Cheng asked back.

  Idalgo was a bit tongue-tied, he thought Yang Cheng was much more difficult to deal with than Wochermel.

  "Do you know Bailong?" Yang Cheng asked again.

  Idalgo nodded, he was getting more and more confused, what did Yang Cheng want to say by circling around?

  "Yes, you understand Bellon because you've been in contact with him and have taken care of him for a while and given him help, but Mascatti doesn't, he just treats Bellon as a commodity, he's a profit-driven businessman. I believe that if one day Bellon becomes worthless, Mascatti will kick him out without hesitation. Do you think what I'm saying is right?"

  Yang Cheng stared at Ildar, who was startled by his seemingly incoherent but somehow subtly connected words.

  "Mr. Yang Cheng, we are talking about Belon's contract!" Idalgo reminded.

  Yang Cheng burst out laughing and nodded: "Right, we're talking about Bellon's contract!"

  Idalgo felt that when it came to these verbal tactics, he was far inferior to Yang Cheng. At the very least, from the moment he walked into this office, he had been led by the nose by Yang Cheng, completely allowing his opponent to take the initiative.

  "Alright, Mr. Yang Cheng, I want to know what you mean by telling me all this. And also, about Bailong's contract, what do you want to change?"

  Idalgo was also a bit angry, he came from Argentina to Germany overnight, not to listen to Yang Cheng's nonsense, but because of his damn boss's phone call, which made him have to settle Belon's appointment in the shortest time, or directly force Kaiserslautern to push the Argentine onto the transfer market.

  But now it seems Kaiserslautern are not going to let them have their way.

  "All that can be set aside for the time being!" Yang Cheng was very satisfied with the effect of his words, still smiling and pointing at Ildarigo with a tone full of temptation and enticement, "Let's talk about you!"