Chapter 513 Modric Was Plotted

£6m for Modric?

When Dong Fangzhuo received the news, he couldn't believe it. Manchester United had simply gotten a huge bargain!

This future world-class midfielder is worth even 60 million at this age, but now he is missing 0.

Now Manchester United has really bought the right person. Modric, who is the same age as himself and a few months younger, is definitely the best choice for Manchester United's core midfielder in the next ten years!

"Hey, I want to meet that kid!" When he heard the news on the training ground, Dong Fangzhuo couldn't restrain his excitement, hoping to see Modric as soon as possible.

Without him looking for it, Modric had already arrived on the training ground.

"Just him?" Park Ji-sung pouted and looked at Modric with some confusion. Modric, who is 1.72m tall, is 3 centimeters shorter than him.

As he also plays midfielder, he is naturally wary of Modric at first, "Is he good?"

Park Ji-sung doesn't know who Modric is, and he doesn't like him very much.

"Him?" Dong Fangzhuo was silent for a while and organized his words, "This guy is a little pervert. His overall view, passing without blind spots and getting rid of on the spot are simply... His only shortcoming now is that he can't defend. That may be your only advantage.”

"You can't run away without me, right? Hum."

"This...may not be..." Modric is also an invincible iron man, and may not be worse than Park Ji-sung.

Hearing Dong Fangzhuo's answer, Park Ji-sung's face turned ugly, thinking that his only advantage was defense?

Not only has Park Ji-sung's heart changed, but the positions of Fletcher, Scholes and Carrick will also be affected.

They all play midfield, and suddenly adding a midfielder will make everyone feel uncomfortable. You know, Ferguson only plays 433 now and no longer plays 442. It is too difficult to compete for the three starting spots.

However, Manchester United players still welcomed Modric under the leadership of Dong Fangzhuo.

"Welcome to Manchester United." Dong Fangzhuo extended his hand in a friendly manner, "Little Cruyff."

"Huh?" Modric's voice was a little high-pitched, but he still had a smile on his face. "Little Cruyff?"

"Ha ha,

Yes, I think you and Cruyff look alike. "

"I'm a little more handsome than him."

"..." Dong Fangzhuo smiled, thinking that Modric would be taciturn and unable to speak, but unexpectedly he was quite humorous.

After Ferguson left...

"Welcome," Ronaldo also extended his friendly hand, "but you have not yet participated in Manchester United's special welcome ceremony."

"Special welcome ceremony?"

"Yes, I will take you there later." Ronaldo smiled slyly.

"Oh no, this guy..." Dong Fangzhuo rolled his eyes, and he instantly thought of what was going on.

It must be that old scumbag handjob story again...

But that’s okay. It’s good to be able to quickly close the relationship between the players through this matter...

After the training, Ronaldo and Rooney took Modric away, followed by a group of young teammates watching the fun.

Modric thought he was in a gang, not Manchester United, and he was almost forced away.

Dong Fangzhuo walked at the end, wanting to see how Ronaldo and Rooney teased Modric.

Eventually, Dong Fangzhuo brought him to the desk of Manchester United legend Clayton Blackmore.

"Every young player who joins the team has to beat him."

"What?"

Modric's face turned red instantly.

I wonder if this is a prank, blowing off a man?

"This is the tradition of Manchester United. Didn't you know that before you joined Manchester United?"

Modric shook his head slowly, expressing that he didn't know.

"Okay, now you know," Rooney put his arm around Modric's shoulders. "It's not too late to know now. You don't need me to help you take off your pants, right? If you're not used to it, I can recommend a person to help you fight..."

"This..." Modric's face had already turned pale with fear. These guys were simply scarier than the Slavic bandits.

Do you do it in front of the Manchester United star's desk calendar?

"Pique?"

I? Pique's eyes widened and he couldn't believe that you would actually ask him to complete such a 'sacred' task.

This is such a big joke!

"I...I can't do it."

Pique was a little nervous, and it made his hair stand on end just thinking about that scene...

"I...can't do it either."

Modric honestly admitted that it was really disgusting.

"Hey, as a Manchester United man, it's impossible to not be able to do it. This is how everyone comes here. If you can't do it, then you are not a real Manchester United man."

"Otherwise, just come to him alone and we'll wait for you outside. Here are the napkins..."

"..."

Modric panicked. He had never been so panicked on the court, but today he was frightened by his new Manchester United teammates. He turned his head in panic and looked at Dong Fangzhuo in the distance, obviously asking Dong Fangzhuo for help.

"Man, I can't help you. These are the rules. This is how we all got here, so you have to do the same."

Dong Fangzhuo spread his hands and expressed that he was helpless...

"Yeah? Guys."

"Yes!"

Everyone said almost in unison.

"..."

A trace of despair flashed in Modric's eyes, and his green face became paler. His trembling right hand finally took the white napkin from Rooney's hand.

"I need to be quiet..."

He gave in and reluctantly accepted.

"Okay, then we'll wait for you outside. Remember to draw the map on the napkin!"

"come on!"

"Brother, we are waiting for you outside!"

Rooney patted Modric on the shoulder and almost couldn't help but stand up when he turned around. Everyone walked out of the door, leaving Modric to be quiet.

Outside the door, they were whispering to each other...

"Do you think he will really fight?"

"Shh-"

Ten minutes later, footsteps came from inside...

With a creak, the door opened. Modric still held the napkin in his hand, but the color seemed to have changed.

"Pique?" Rooney winked at Pique and asked him to go up and check.

"Fake, why is it me again..."

Pique pinched his nose, reluctantly went up to take the napkin, and opened it.

It's sticky, and there seems to be a smell of boiled taro floating in the air...

"ha,"

"Ha ha ha ha,"

"Hahahahahaha..."

Bursts of laughter echoed throughout the sky.

"Welcome, Luca!"

Dong Fangzhuo walked through the crowd and stood in front of Modric. He said seriously: "You are so brave. You are the first guy I have ever seen who successfully masturbated here."

Modric's legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground. He was really plotted by these guys. I'm sorry...

"From now on, you are one of us."

"No, no need to shake hands..." Dong Fangzhuo smiled, it was like a hand that had been beaten...