Chapter 792: I'm not sure now

"So, we FIFA will not prohibit fans from bringing Vuzula into the stadium to cheer, we hope this World Cup will become the most perfect World Cup ever!"
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Blatter talked happily on the stage, with an upright look, as if serving the world football wholeheartedly.
If you let Vardy see it, you will definitely sneeze and express your disdain. Why do you want it, do you still know?
Put away your hypocritical performance!
Dramatic!
But since you are doing the first day, don’t blame the fifteen.
People always have to pay for the choices they make, even if the cost is very painful.
Vardi’s preparations can be carried out. Although he does not know what is going on at the press conference, as long as Blatter is still stubborn, the people hired by Vardi need not be polite.
Blatter is still waiting for reporters to ask questions here. A black reporter here who doesn’t know which country, or even just a reporter who mixed in with a fake reporter ID, stood up and pulled out of his bag in a calm manner. A vuvuzela comes out.
"Is this Mr. President Vuvuzela?"
As soon as the voice fell, the reporter put Vuvuzela to his mouth, and it suddenly sounded, and the entire press conference room seemed to be swept by the air waves. The noise that burst out seemed to shatter the glasses.
No one expected that the reporter suddenly blew the Vuvuzela here, and was caught off guard. One was shaken upside down, and as if thousands of bees flew into his ears, the buzzer raised the alarm, even if the Vuvuzela stopped. , But still ringing in his ears.
Especially Blatter, the reporter was blowing on him. At that time, Blatter was deaf. The harsh sound in the release hall rebounded back and forth on the wall, gradually increasing, and the power was terrible and extraordinary.
It took a long time for everyone to recover. Although the ear can still hear the sound, it clearly felt discomfort in the eardrum and tinnitus persisted. This should be regarded as hearing loss. I don’t know when it will recover completely.
Blatter is a little bit irritable and asks you to ask questions, who is the one who makes you play Vula Zula!
"Security, security, push him out, who asked you to put Vuvuzela into the press conference!"
Blatter wished to kill the reporter, I wonder if this thing is harmful to hearing!
Jerk!
Several security guards rushed in and wanted to twist out the black reporter.
The black reporter, however, was not timid. He broke free from the security guard and held his hand, questioning Blatter with his neck.
"No one says that it is not allowed to bring Vuvuzela in?"
"There are no rules forbidding, then that is allowed!"
"Besides, even places with such high security levels on the playing field are allowed to bring Vuvuzela into it, not to mention a press conference!"
"Don't you just say that you have to respect the traditions of our locals? I am a South African. I like to play Vuvuzela. Is there any problem?"
"Or do you like to play with double standard, and all the words are the same as fart?"
...
Faced with the question from the black reporter, Blatter froze, as if the duck was caught in his throat, completely speechless.
Yes!
I also said that I have to respect the customs of the locals. As a result, the locals now take out the vuvuzela and blow it to themselves. Isn't this a face-slap!
But he has no way to get angry, and there is no way to blame others, otherwise it is his own face.
Standing awkwardly on the stage, a little incoherent, "This...of course...although this question...er..."
FIFA's press officer took a look at Blatter's straw bag and knelt. He quickly grabbed the microphone and announced the end of the press conference.
Close your door and throw away, don't throw it outside.
Although the reporters were also hit by noise, they were more interested in Blatter's deflation. Looking at the arrogant black reporter, everyone had already guessed it. This was absolutely forced by Valdi. Like to be so blatant and FIFA.
This is exactly the case. The black reporter was hired by Valdy.
Vardy told him that as long as Blatter does not forbid the use of vuvuzela, he would not have to be polite to him, just pull out vuvuzela and blow it on his ears, even if Blatt is deaf He was in charge, and Valdi smoothed him out.
It's nothing more than money. Valdy has some.
As a result, what everyone saw just now appeared. Blatter was so confused that he ate such a big loss, but he couldn't attack it. Who let him speak first!
And this is not over. When Blatter's embarrassing appearance was spread by various channels, Blatter only started the sad days.
Don't you want to respect the customs and habits of the local people, then I will let you respect the end!
Next, no matter where he went, Blatter was accompanied by Vu Zulan. That day, how hard it was.
When you walk out of the hotel, there must be someone outside the hotel who pulls out Vuvuzela and blows at him;
To talk about things, the Vuvuzela who is next to them is about to catch up with the band accompaniment;
To participate in any activity, someone must rush to the stage with Vuvuzela and pounce on his ears;
Anyway, as long as he shows up in public, it is definitely Vuvuzela waiting, even if he wears a soundproof ear bag, he may not be able to block such a penetrating sound~EbookFREE.me~ What makes him collapse is that even if it is In the hotel, if you want to sleep peacefully, there may be a hotel waiter who suddenly opens his door with a room card, and then blows Zula into his ear...
All of this is Valdy's arrangement. Even if the hotel waiter is fired by the hotel, Valdy is also capable of arranging a better job for him. Anyway, he will fight with Blatter in the end.
Over the course of the day, Blatter felt that his hearing had fallen by at least four levels, and he didn't know whether it was temporary or permanent damage.
Early the next morning, Blatter secretly ran to the hospital for examination and treatment. He did not want to become deaf, and the deaf may also become the chairman of FIFA.
"Doctor, how is it?" Blatter asked the doctor anxiously: "Is it permanently hurt, can hearing be recovered?"
Opposite Blatter, there was a white doctor in a white coat, but he looked like a life-saving man.
"Well, your hearing has been damaged to some extent, but it doesn't matter!"
At this point, the doctor's words paused.
When Blatter heard the doctor say it didn't matter, his dangling heart finally relaxed.
Suddenly, the doctor pulled out a vuvuzela from under the table with a "boom", and suddenly blew in Blatter's inexplicable and desperate eyes, when the entire hospital building was nearly collapsed.
Putting down Vuvuzela, the doctor showed a big smile.
"It didn't really matter just now, but it is not necessary now..."
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