Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 170: Achieving an Unbeatable Achievement?! The Ecosystem That Births Legends! Jones’s Bargain Hunting Plan! [33]

"ArsenalArsenal!!"

Inside the Emirates Stadium, as the game was about to pass the 80th minute, the cheers of Arsenal fans gradually grew louder, but there was inevitably a bit of tension in them.

If Fulham, ranked 10th in the standings, suffers their first defeat of the season at home, it will definitely affect the players' mentality.

They are not afraid of failure. For many fans who have watched football for many years, they have long accepted the results of a single game.

I am afraid that the team, which has been making great progress this season, will suffer a blow as a result, and it will be difficult for them to find that winning streak on the court in the future.

This is what really matters!

The league championship, an honor that many Arsenal fans have dreamed of for many years, finally showed signs of hope this season.

Who can control their expectations?
Who can stop worrying?
Over more than a decade, from the glory of returning to the top stage to the disparity of falling into decline again, the mentality of Arsenal fans has become a little fragile.

If you ask them about this in the past, most people would wave their hands in self-deprecation and proactively say that the team does not have the funds and strength to challenge for a major championship.

But when you truly see the spark of hope, who would be willing to let it extinguish?

Any slight disturbance would make them feel a little scared, even if the situation is not that serious sometimes.

"Remember the last time the team won the championship? It was more than seven years ago."

In the Arsenal die-hard fans area, people were clapping and cheering while chatting with those around them with nostalgic expressions.

"Of course I remember. I still remember the specific record. We won 38 games and drew 26 games in 12 games. We won the championship with 90 points without losing a game."

One fan laughed. This was a fond memory that they kept deep in their hearts. "Henry scored 30 goals in the Premier League that season, right? I think he also had a few assists."

"Are you trying to say that the team's initial record this season also gives you hope of winning the championship without losing a game?" Another fan nearby joined their chat with a smile.

"Haha. I know that kind of opportunity is hard to come by, but the start is really good, which makes people have fantasies."

"You're right. Our start this season is better than that season, and we have another person we can trust?"

"You mean Mahel?"

More and more people joined their chat, as if they were trying to divert attention in this way. At this moment, the atmosphere in the venue was very tense and depressing.

"Isn't it? He has already scored 15 goals in the league, who would say he can't score 30 goals?"

"If that's the case, I'm going to bet on him winning the Golden Boot. It looks like he has a pretty good chance of winning. 30 goals is usually a sure win for him."

"The odds don't seem to be high now. When he first came here, the odds were very scary. I placed the bet then, and now I live in anticipation every day."

While someone was chatting, he glanced at the scoreboard and saw that the time was almost 85 minutes.

For a moment, many people slowly let go of their worries and started convincing themselves how to accept this failure.

"Oh!"

On the field, Maher held the ball on the wing and made a cross towards the middle. The ball was blocked by the opponent's defender and fell back to his feet.

Since he had a good rest, he didn't feel too tired after rushing until now, but he was really tired mentally.

Fulham's 6-3-1 ultimate ironclad formation completely blocked the area from their penalty area to the top of the penalty area, leaving very little space for receiving the ball.

There were seven people standing in the penalty area alone, and two people near the penalty area line to protect the second point at the top of the arc. There was one person in front as a counterattack point to prevent Arsenal from pressing forward on all fronts.

"Bang bang bang!"

As soon as Mahel got the ball, two defensive players in front and behind rushed over, and someone immediately chased after him from behind. There were two or three more people protecting him in the middle position.

When there are more than five people guarding you in a tight position, except for one or two of them making mistakes, you can break through them to create a chain reaction for the rest, otherwise it would be impossible to get through.

The two legs of the defensive player are like two whips. It is easy to dodge when two of them are whipping, but it is a bit difficult when four of them are whipping from all directions at the same time.

Not to mention six, eight, and ten.

Many goals scored by dribbling past five or six players are actually the result of five or six consecutive one-on-one breakthroughs or two or three one-on-two breakthroughs in a counterattack.

With Maher's current ability, he will definitely have the chance to score this kind of goal.

The first two goals in the match between France and Belgium were similar goals. Belgium's defense was relatively loose at that time.

Once his rhythm reaches level 4, the probability of scoring similar goals will surely be higher, and the anaerobic running ability increased by his physical fitness reaching level 4 will also greatly increase his success rate.

At that time, as long as there is a counterattack, he may be able to often play like the peak Henry the Great and score classic one-on-one goals like when facing Liverpool and Real Madrid.

But the positional battle was extremely intensive and defensive. Now, neither he nor the peak emperor had much chance of getting past the opponent and scoring.

Maybe you will have to wait until one of the dribbling and additional skills reaches level 5, or both reach level 5 before you will be confident enough.

Or you can increase the success rate indirectly and upgrade the fancy dribbling to level 4, which might occasionally produce miraculous effects!
It’s already top-notch, but there’s still a long way to go!

Compared with the ability required for his ultimate goal, it is still far from enough now. With the title of top striker, scoring 30+ goals a year is far from the limit of his pursuit.

"Oh!"

Maher took the ball back one step and kicked it to midfielder Arteta on his side, who kicked the ball towards the middle.

Van Persie and Walcott stood in the middle, Gervinho was waiting at the back post, but listening to the names of these three people, except for Van Persie, their ability to score was pitifully poor.

"Snapped!"

The ball was easily cleared by Fulham's high defender and posed no threat.

"How about you come in too?"

Arteta saw that Maher couldn't get a breakthrough space on the wing, so he suggested: "You jump high, sometimes you can head the ball."

Maher waved his hands and shook his head. If he went in now, he would be completely cutting off the team's arm. He attracted three or four people to defend him on the wing and the middle, and his teammates still had a little space.

If he goes in, everything will be in vain. Everyone will be squeezed in the middle and it will depend on who is more stubborn.

"That's right." Arteta quickly thought of this and waved at Maher. This suggestion was indeed very ordinary.

There is no way. The situation has reached a very critical moment and most people cannot remain calm.

"Oh!"

Midfielder Ramsey on the other side seemed to have found space at this time and kicked a high ball into the penalty area, but unfortunately the ball was cleared by the defender.

Maher wandered a few steps towards the middle, trying to pull out the people who were marking him, while looking for an opportunity to take a long shot.

But it was still difficult, there was no space left for him, and Fulham players seemed to be determined to fight him to the end.

"Bang!!"

Two minutes later, he suddenly used his acceleration ability to get a second-point shot, and before the opposing player could catch up with him, he quickly launched a powerful volley shot.

However, the ball was not held back and flew over the crossbar and into the fans' stands.

"Ah!" The Arsenal fans behind the net reached out to intercept the football, and at the same time burst into a cry of regret.

Maher slapped his right leg. If the ball could go in, all problems would be solved. Unfortunately, similar shots would not always go as he wished.

Flying level 4!

His desire for this ability has also risen several levels at this moment. Only with strong comprehensive abilities can he score unexpected goals when the opportunity comes.

He turned around to check the time. It was 89 minutes. He looked at the Fulham players again and found that there was no slackness on their faces. Instead, they were becoming more and more focused on defense.

"Everyone go up! Everyone go up!"

Wenger on the sidelines came to the sideline and waved his hand, signaling the two central defenders who were dragging on the middle line to find opportunities to move up and increase the number of attackers.

Superman tactics are coming.

If it was the last wave of attack, goalkeeper Szczesny would have to join in and look for header opportunities.

"Ah!" A Fulham player suddenly fell to the ground in pain while holding his leg during a dead ball, and patted the grass to signal the team doctor to come in quickly.

It was a routine time-delaying operation. The three points against the teams at the top of the standings are extremely important for the teams at the bottom.

This is not only a good opportunity to improve your ranking, but also a turnaround battle to boost your confidence!
Just at this moment, the extra time card was raised and 2 minutes of extra time was added to the second half.

Wenger's face showed a little more melancholy, as the referee could not add any more time wasted during the stoppage time.

As long as the time goes past 92 minutes, Fulham's coach and players, including their traveling fans, will put pressure on the referee.

"Hit! Stop the clock! Hit!"

Although he knew there was little hope, he still walked towards the fourth official and tried to communicate with the referee through the headset.

"Ah, hush, hush!" Arsenal fans in the stadium also booed and made noises at the right time, putting pressure on the referee.

The referee raised the hand with the watch high, indicating that he would give more time at his discretion.

The Fulham players didn't do anything at this time, they just clenched their fists, hoping that time would go faster.

By the time the fallen player finished receiving treatment and walked to the sidelines, the game time had already passed 91 minutes and 20 seconds.

"Beep!"

The dead ball that had been suspended for a long time was finally played. Vermaelen and Koscielny in the Arsenal backcourt passed the ball to each other and moved forward when they found an opportunity.

After reaching the frontcourt, they passed the ball to Maher on the left. This is the place with the highest attack success rate. If you don't trust him, no one else will be trustworthy.

"Bang!!"

Maher then found an opportunity to pass the ball into the penalty area, and the football slashed towards the opponent's penalty area like an extremely sharp scimitar.

Vermaelen and Koscielny had already rushed into the penalty area, and all Arsenal players except the goalkeeper had reached the opponent's danger zone.

"Bang!" Koscielny's subsequent header made all Arsenal players look moved, and countless people's eyes followed the football he headed.

"puff!"

A muffled sound was heard, and Fulham goalkeeper Schwarzer quickly moved to the landing point of the football and held the ball in his arms.

Didn't make it!

"Hiss!" Countless people gasped and looked at the Wall of Sighs today, feeling frustrated.

Schwarzer hugged the football and lay on the ground until the referee rushed over and gave him a yellow card. He then stood up and slowly kicked the ball to the side of Arsenal's backcourt.

This is the best option now. Arsenal must go back and have one player kick the ball out of bounds before moving forward.

When Gervinho ran back quickly and threw the throw-in to goalkeeper Szczesny, the latter motioned Gervinho forward and then rushed towards Fulham's backcourt with the ball alone.

At this time, the game time on the scoreboard has officially exceeded 92 minutes.

"Look at the watch! Get hit!!"

Fulham's head coach jumped up on the sidelines to express his dissatisfaction and pointed at his wrist to protest to the referee.

When he saw the referee didn't react, he pretended to be crazy, sometimes pounding the awning, sometimes rushing towards the fourth official with open arms and roaring, "Damn it, do you have to wait until Arsenal scores before blowing the whistle?!"

"Uu uh uh!"

Fulham fans also started to exert their strength at this moment, and everyone stood up to make the final push.

"Xuxu~~!"

"You idiot referee, blow the whistle, or you won't be able to leave London today!"

"Tell your wife and children to be careful!"

"Hurry up!"

At the center of public opinion, the referee looked at his watch under pressure, and sweat dripped down his forehead.

Sometimes, he can’t make up the time just because he wants to. The pressure is really great, and people who have never stood here won’t understand.

"Oh!"

Szczesny passed the ball to Maher and then entered the penalty area.

The goalkeeper is here too!

Everyone knows that these will be the last one or two waves of attack. The guy holding the whistle will soon surrender to the Fulham fans.

"Bang bang bang!"

After getting the ball, Maher simply kicked it a few times and kept observing the situation in the penalty area. There were at least more than 15 people gathered in the penalty area, and the rest were on the sidelines.

He felt some pressure rising in his heart, and he knew very well that all Arsenal people's expectations rested on him alone.

His teammates in the penalty area were waiting, Wenger behind him was watching, and the fans were praying that the team could escape with the points. It all depended on the quality of his kick.

He adjusted the ball to his right foot so that he could hold it higher, and finally took a look at the position of the opponent's goalkeeper Schwarzer to prevent him from making a direct attack to grab the ball.

"Bang!!"

Then take a deep breath, place your supporting foot at the most comfortable distance, swing your body and kick a curved ball towards the goal.

Maher placed all his hopes on this ball. After kicking the ball, he kept staring at the flight path of the football, watching the ball turn all the way to the back post.

There, Fulham's double central defenders faced Arsenal's double central defenders, and the four of them jumped up one after another to head the football.

These may be the people with the best heading ability on the field, and it is no coincidence that they stand together.

"Come on!!" Maher's face was filled with heat as he punched towards there because he saw Vermaelen had the upper hand and was about to head the ball.

"Oh!"

There was a dull sound of the ball touching the ball, and Vermaelen's forehead hit the football firmly, and he successfully took this high point!
Goalkeeper Schwarzer didn't have time to panic and rushed to the far corner where the football was flying, closing his eyes in the process.

"Shh!"

"thump!"

The sound of the football entering the net was heard, followed by the sound of Schwarzer falling to the ground.

The goal was scored!

One to one!

Arsenal did not let the defeat happen!

"Yeeaahhh!!" The shouts that erupted at the Emirates Stadium were so powerful that all the fans instantly entered a state of extreme joy, waving their arms wildly.

This was definitely not a glorious game, and a home draw with Fulham was not worth celebrating.

But the undefeated streak continues!
The team will not be hit!

One point is a small matter, maintaining the momentum is a big matter!

“I think back to that season!”

Some fans jumped wildly and waved their arms excitedly, "We have been away from the 'unbeaten record' at least seven or eight times. We have encountered troubles against strong and weak teams, but there are always people who stand up!

"Mael! A valuable assist! Vermaelen's header to atone for his mistake!"

Some fans kept touching their hearts and shaking their heads, saying, "Gol! We held on and scored a goal in the final seconds!"
"Fulham's defense today was almost perfect, they had no loopholes! Fortunately, all Arsenal players did not give up!
"Keep going! I'm optimistic about this team! Keep going! 13 points in 33 rounds! Excellent performance!"

Off the pitch, in front of the Arsenal coaching bench.

"Oh!!"

Wenger rushed out with his clothes half-zipped up, and put his arms on both sides of his head, as if showing off his arm muscles, but in fact they were constantly shaking.

As someone who created the undefeated season himself, he knew very well what this last-minute equalizer meant.

Sometimes, you will meet very tough opponents. They will create troubles for you that you can't imagine before the game, troubles that far exceed their own strength, and make you fall into self-doubt.

But as long as we fight game after game like this, in the end, everyone will be able to look at each opponent calmly, accept each team's sudden burst of energy calmly, and then get used to biting them and scoring from them.

The team at that time will really be close to the team that had the undefeated season!
"This brat!" Wenger looked at Vermaelen and couldn't help saying, "I thought the defeat with the national team damaged his confidence, but I didn't expect that he would regain it with a goal."

"And it was Maher's assist!" Philip came up and said excitedly: "His subconscious mind may forget that game, and deepen the idea that Maher is his teammate, which is sometimes very important.

"I've found it! The November Premier League schedule is about to end. Although I didn't win all the games, it's not bad to be undefeated!"

"Aahhh!"

On the field, Maher was filled with ecstasy the moment he saw the football hit the net. He stood there with his arms spread out and closed his eyes, enjoying the atmosphere at the moment.

Celebrating the draw with Fulham. Of course he had never thought of this before, as he had just scored a hat-trick for the national team.

But now, this emotion spread uncontrollably throughout my brain and even my entire body.

In the final moments, his pass helped the team win a difficult 1 point and maintain their unbeaten record this season!

My 7th personal assistant!
The team’s 33rd point!
Perhaps from this moment on, the seed of hope for winning the championship in the 0304- season began to sprout in his heart.

In his first club game after entering a new journey in his life, he fully experienced the difficulty that the Premier League sometimes brings. But the idea of ​​becoming a legend in this extremely challenging arena is even stronger.

This stadium has witnessed countless inspirational stories and brilliant and glorious journeys, but it is also far more than that.

There are also generations of mainstays who stick to this place. They also shed countless sweat here, fight for victory and give everything.

Maybe they are not famous, have little attention, and often taste the bitterness of failure, but think about it, everyone who can step onto this field is a genius.

They have been the best among their peers since childhood. If they were born in a country with a weak football team, they might be the one that the whole country pays attention to, the idol of the younger generation, and the pride of a family.

They are not NPCs who are at the mercy of others, nor are they the occasional pebbles that hinder the superstars' progress. Instead, they are players who also have dreams and people who also have pursuits.

It is because of the competitiveness and challenges they bring that the entire league becomes better, the championship is more valuable, and the legendary godhood is so solid.

Together with those familiar names, they have turned this place into a place to pursue dreams and created a league ecosystem that is capable of supporting the "birth of legends."

Defeat them!

Defeat them again and again with stronger personal abilities and better spirit!

Even if you lose to them or tie, don't be discouraged. They did a good job and try to leave their stadium with your head held high in a victorious attitude next time!

Let your name slowly be tied to this stadium, becoming a peak that countless later generations will look up to and a legend in the football world!
Maher was smiling happily at this time. He saw Vermael rushing towards him, saw the Arsenal players following him, and also saw the Fulham players running towards the referee excitedly.

"Yeah!!"

They then celebrated wildly in the stands, high-fiving countless enthusiastic fans, and finally many people ran to the coaching seats and hugged Wenger.

"Beep! Beep! Beep--!"

When the whistle sounded at the end of the game, Fulham players once again surrounded the referee, and their coach rushed out from the coaching bench with a red face, demanding an explanation.

Maher slipped into the locker room with a group of Arsenal players, ending this week's journey with a smile.

It can be said that it landed smoothly.

Wenger and Maher attended the post-match press conference together. Because Vermaelen scored an own goal, Maher was still the best player of the game.

This is his fourth Man of the Match award in the Premier League, which is very precious.

“The players played very well.”

Wenger attended the press conference in a calm mood and said with a faint smile: "13 wins and 10 draws in 3 rounds, 33 points.

"We are two points ahead of second-placed Manchester United and three points ahead of third-placed Chelsea, which I think is pretty good."

Maher then answered the question about the Player of the Month award, smiling, "I heard that Aguero is in very good form this month and maybe he will win the second Player of the Month award in his Premier League career.

"But my performance this month is not bad either, I am very satisfied with myself. Bless Aguero in advance? Haha, maybe.

"But at least, when a player who entered the Premier League at the same time as me won two monthly awards, I had a clear goal to catch up with."

His answer showed a very good mentality, and the reporters at the scene were all moved.

Argentine star Aguero's starting point is different from Maher's. He has proven himself in Atletico Madrid in La Liga, while Maher is just a rookie player from the second-level league.

The two of them should not have been compared together. But now, not only are they compared together, they are also competitors chasing each other.

Moreover, judging from the scorer list, Maher is still ahead of Aguero!

"Mael, have you checked the odds for the Golden Boot? You have now surpassed Aguero and Dzeko and are now in third place.

"Ahead of you, there are only two players left, Robin van Persie and Rooney, who can guarantee efficient performance every season."

"I suspect you are trying to tempt me to buy some." Maher pointed at the reporter and smiled, "I won't be fooled. I will abide by the professional ethics of being a player. Just buy some for me."

"Haha!" The press conference ended with laughter, and many reporters nodded, indicating that they would really buy some.

Near the Emirates Stadium, in a football pub with a lively atmosphere.

Football bettor Jones sat in the middle of the round table, pretending to be regretful, stroking his head and saying, "I didn't score this round. I thought I would be close to last season's Golden Boot goal number by halfway through."

The people around him looked at him, some rolled their eyes in silence, some lamented their luck, and of course some admired him.

Counting the days, Jones has been drinking here for a month and a half without paying for his drinks. Every time he comes to drink, someone brings him two glasses of cold beer and says it's a treat.

"state!"

A large cup was placed in front of him again. Everyone looked up and found that the owner of the tavern was standing next to him with a glass of wine.

"Stop complaining."

The pub owner also got himself a cup and said with a smile: "You look like this every day, as if no one knows you bought 4000 pounds. Come have a beer and go home to sleep.

"I'm telling you, you must remember the kindness your brothers have shown you. When you become rich, you must treat your brothers to drinks every day."

On the side, many fans who learned for the first time the amount Jones paid for the 'Mael Golden Boot Betting Sheet' suddenly widened their eyes.

"Take the young master?!"

"Oh my god, 4000 pounds?"

"If I remember correctly, this guy bought it when Maher first came here. At that time, the odds were 1 to 10."

"Isn't he really going to get rich? I'm so jealous, damn it!"

Hearing the exclamations, Jones suddenly felt proud and waved his hand, saying, "The odds were 1 to 56 at the time, and I only bought 2300 pounds that time, not 4000 pounds.

“Later, when the odds dropped to 1 to 23 or 24 to 1, I went to buy again. As a result, there were too many people buying Maher that day. By the time I got to the queue, his odds were only 19.5 to . What a damn bookmaker.

"This time I bought 1700 pounds, which adds up to 4000 pounds. It's not 4000 pounds all at once."

Another round of exclamations and self-blame was heard. The old drunkards in the UK have very little savings, and most of them don't have much money in their pockets.

One can imagine their envy when they realized that Jones had a great chance of turning things around and achieving initial financial freedom.

"161950 pounds!"

Someone took a computer and calculated how much money Jones would get if Maher won the Golden Boot. "Shit, that's a whopping amount! Let me calculate the tax."

"Don't count it." Jones took a picture of his phone and said with a smile: "The tax is paid by the gambling company, this is the money I got."

Many people's breathing quickened, and they felt mixed emotions. However, no one made sarcastic remarks this time.

Maher has been at the top of the scorer list since the end of October, and it has been more than a month now, and he seems to be maintaining his momentum.

Although he didn't score a goal in this round, everyone who watched the game knows that his form is still there, as he successfully broke through more than ten times throughout the game.

"What are the odds now?" someone asked cautiously, and he reached for his wallet.

"1 to 6.5." Someone happened to be checking the odds on his phone and gave him an answer immediately.

After a moment of silence, another group of people turned their gaze towards the lottery shop on the opposite corner of the street, with fiery eyes.

"Done!"

"Given Maher's current condition, this odds is worth a try!"

"1 pounds turned into 6.5 pounds. This is a second-hand pickup truck turned into a Mercedes! Go for it!"

"You want to do 1?"

"No, I don't have that much money."

"."

"Go, go, go! Support the young players. This is not gambling. This is us praying to the gods that the young players on the team can win the Golden Boot!"

"But only Mahel himself responded to you, did he?"

"Ha ha.!"

Many fans walked out of the pub with smiles full of anticipation and headed to the betting shop across the street.

The tavern owner came up to Jones and asked curiously, "Why don't you buy some more? There's already so much, now's a good time to add more."

"Of course I will buy it."

Jones took out his wallet and pulled out a bank card. "For me, this isn't really gambling, but an investment in Maher. Once he succeeds, I can also get a share of the profits.

"I haven't been to the pub in the past few months except to watch football. I'm sure you've noticed. I've been working hard to make money. I've saved a lot and I'm ready to invest it."

"Then go buy it!" The tavern owner pointed at the betting shop anxiously and said, "What if the price drops again later?"

"No no no."

Jones took out his phone and opened the memo, which showed countless analytical charts and various calculations. "Since it's an investment, you have to treat Maher as a stock. He was a bull stock in the past, but he didn't score today, so he might slide down a little bit.

"Even if many Arsenal fans buy it, it won't change the downward trend. Bookmakers may think that Maher will go downhill and slowly raise the odds to attract more people to buy it.

"At this time, if I buy in at the bottom, it will be a sure win!"

The tavern owner looked at Jones for a while before saying, "With your ability and courage, it's really unfair for you to work in football betting."

"This isn't over yet."

Jones continued to flip down the chart to Arsenal's schedule and another analysis table, "Arsenal will play Manchester City in the League Cup in three days. My judgment is that Mahel will play at his best.

“The players want the championship badly.

"After this game, Arsenal will play Wigan Athletic away in the Premier League in just three days.

"This is not a strong opponent. I think Maher will be a little tired after playing against Manchester City. Wenger will let him rest in this game or play only one and a half.

"Once that happens, there's a chance his Golden Boot odds will rise again, and I'm ready to enter the market then."

"boom!"

The tavern owner put his glass heavily on the table and gave a thumbs up: "You are really a genius."

"It's about to be published, it's about to be published."

That night, Maher sat with his team of four in the mansion, and everyone stared at his mobile phone screen.

The advertisements for Lays potato chips and Mengniu are about to be sent out, and tonight, 20.4 pounds will fall into Maher's pocket.

"Easy money!"

Harry blushed and sighed first, and the other three echoed him. After Maher's value went up, making money was indeed a little too easy.

"20.4 after tax?"

Jose counted on his fingers, but couldn't figure it out after a while, so he could only smile awkwardly and said, "Anyway, with my after-tax weekly salary, I can't make that much in a year."

His weekly salary of 4000 pounds is actually not low, higher than Maher's early days at Sheffield United.

"Who can?" Davis shook his head, but he was just following the trend. As he was old, he didn't care much about money.

As he had said at the beginning, his goal was to help Mahel achieve glory.

Safina squatted beside Maher, looking like a money-grubber. "I seem to smell the sour smell of money."

"Isn't it the fascinating smell of money?" Harry looked at her and smiled.

"10.2 million!"

Maher suddenly shouted excitedly. He had already clicked the screen and sent out the post from Mengniu. The whole process was just copying and pasting, without having to worry about anything else.

This is not an endorsement, it is just using his traffic to promote a product for these people.

The other four people all looked at his hands with beaming faces. Although they couldn't earn the money, they could still put themselves in the shoes of their boss.

When Maher clicked 'send' for the second time, they all shouted in unison: "10.2!"

"Ha ha.!"

Everyone smiled together, and Safina and Jose even clapped their hands, as if they were congratulating their boss for posting his first promotional post.

“It’s soothing.”

Maher tilted his head back and closed his eyes, then stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Amidst everyone's puzzled looks, he walked out of the house and went to the underground garage.

When he came in again, he was holding four gift boxes in his hands and walked in with a smile on his face.

"what!"

Safina was just immersed in Mael's joy. Seeing this, she burst into joy from the inside out, "Yes!"

"here we go again."

Harry immediately burst into laughter as well. They both had received similar gifts from their boss before.

"What?" Jose looked at them in confusion. When he turned around again, Mael had already put the gift bag in front of him.

He took it subconsciously, felt around inside, and soon pulled out a pair of Bulgari rings.

"Ah?!" He opened his mouth wide. They were all familiar with this Naples luxury brand. It cost thousands of pounds, and limited editions cost even more.

Jose then saw the price on the invoice, 4799 pounds. He also touched a heavy gift box, which seemed to contain something heavy.

"The gift is nothing."

Maher looked at their appearances and said happily from the bottom of his heart: "I will give each of you a pair of rings. Those who have wives will get them, and those who don't have wives will get husbands. I hope you can find them soon, haha
"I promised you guys before that I'd give you a gift if you get over 30 stats. The key is the gift box."

After saying this, he walked upstairs without disturbing everyone from opening their gift boxes.

"Waltfa!"

"Two and a half stacks, 2.5 pounds!"

"Mua, I love this bonus. I just want to buy a car to travel around London!"

Safina was the first to shriek, "Long live the boss!"

"Long live the boss!"

"I wish him a long life! Hahaha!"

The people downstairs were suddenly filled with joy, and they all felt a strong urge to follow the right person.

"Speak."

Davis rubbed the pound in his hand and laughed softly: "I have a little daughter. She just started working and has never had a boyfriend."

"Then she must be older than Mael." Jose had a bright smile on his face. He counted the money and said, "My daughter is young. If she grows up a few years, she will be old enough to fall in love. She is a good match for Mael."

"What a dream."

Safina closed the gift box and sat on the sofa happily. "You think your family is a royal family, and you are a princess."

(End of this chapter)