Chapter 671: Being Tricked

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

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

I don’t know if it’s because of the amazing name, the good geographical location, or other reasons, but throughout history, Via del Gesù has been the most prosperous gathering place for luxury brands in Milan.

Of course, there is also the most luxurious hotel in Milan, the Four Seasons Hotel!

At this moment, Licari was using a telescope to peer through the window at the door of the Four Seasons Hotel from afar.

Every person and every car coming in and out here is within his sight.

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

The owner of the fashion store was a friend of his friend and had long heard of the reputation of this famous reporter from Gazzetta dello Sport, so when he heard that Fabio Licari wanted to borrow his place to dig up a big news, he agreed without hesitation.

But when he saw Fabio Licari staring at the Four Seasons Hotel opposite like a thief, he found it funny.

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

"Reinado, just wait and see, there will be another front page article tomorrow!" Licari said with a smile without turning his head.

As he said this, he seemed to become more excited.

"Really? What big news?" Renato is a typical Italian fat man who seems to be bored. He pays attention to gossip news when he has nothing to do. If he can know tomorrow's front page in advance, he will definitely have something to brag about when he goes home in the evening.

Fabio Licari chuckled, "I heard you are an Inter Milan fan, is that right?"

"Yes, that's right, our whole family is like that, three generations!" When Renato mentioned this, his face looked serious.

Unexpectedly, this matter is actually related to Inter Milan.

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

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

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

"Are you sure?" Renato asked a little surprised.

"It's absolutely true!" Fabio Licari was absolutely convinced.

He has worked in the Italian media for so many years and has become the reporter of Gazzetta dello Sport who is best at tracking and digging out inside news. He is no pushover and has his own informants and news channels.

"Is the mysterious buyer Tohir from Indonesia?" Renato asked with concern.

Between his brows, one could not hide the worry on his face.

The rumor that Inter Milan is for sale has been circulating for two or three years, from Europe to Asia, and from Asia back to Europe, even to buyers in the United States and consortiums in the Middle East, but there is still no sign of the club.

We finally found Tohir, and I heard that the negotiation progress is going smoothly. I hope it will be successful. Don’t worry about it anymore!

Unexpectedly, Fabio Licari shook his head and said, "No, no, no, the talks with Thohir have broken down!"

"What? The talks broke down?" Renato almost jumped up.

"Yes, about three days ago, Thohir accepted an interview with me in the lobby of the Armani Hotel before he was about to fly out of Milan. He said that the talks with Moratti had broken down. As for the reason, he asked me to ask Moratti myself."

Renato's frown deepened now, "What's going on?"

"Who knows?" Fabio Licari also knew nothing.

How could outsiders possibly know about this negotiation that concerns the core interests of both parties?

Even if they knew, both parties must have intentionally revealed it to the outside world. Otherwise, how could you personally participate in their negotiations and witness the entire process?

"However, it's a good thing that the talks broke down. It is said that Tohir is not a good person!" Fabio Licari added.

Renato sighed, "That being said, how long can Morati last?"

After that, there was another long sigh, "Inter Milan, please try to become the second Roma!"

When Sensi went bankrupt, Roma was placed under bank trusteeship. During those years, news about Roma was widely reported and all the Giallorossi fans were worried. It was not until the last one or two years that the situation got slightly better.

On the contrary, Inter Milan and almost the whole of Italy knew that the Moratti family could not hold on any longer.

If there is no buyer to take over, Inter Milan may become the second Roma.

"By the way, Fabio, do you have any news about this mysterious buyer?" Renato asked with concern.

Fabio Licari shook his head. "No."

"No?" Renato was a little surprised.

The paparazzi are omnipresent, how come there are still inside news stories that reporters can't dig up?

Fabio Licari looked at Renato's expression and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Don't think we are omnipotent, okay? A lot of our inside information was intentionally revealed by the other party. If they really wanted to keep it secret, we would not be able to know the information."

Renato also understood this, but he was somewhat worried.

When will this life of fear and worry end?

"Strange, we clearly agreed to meet at 3:00 p.m., and it's been more than ten minutes, why is there still no movement?"

Fabio Licari looked at the time on his watch, feeling a little puzzled.

Just then, his cell phone suddenly rang.

Fabio Licari took it out and saw that it was from the assistant editor-in-chief of Gazzetta dello Sport, Daniel Redaelli.

"Hey, Daniel, what's up?"

"Where are you?" Daniel Redaeli asked as soon as he called without even saying hello.

"Via Monte Napoleon, guarding the Four Seasons Hotel!" Fabio Licari replied.

"Wrong, we are all wrong!" Daniel Redaeli shouted on the other end of the phone.

"Wrong? What's wrong?" An ominous premonition immediately came to Fabio Licari's mind.

"We just received news that the negotiation location is not at the Four Seasons Hotel, but on the eighth floor of the Armani Hotel. People from Turin Sports Daily and Corriere dello Sport have already rushed there."

"What?" Fabio Licari's head seemed to be hit hard, and he understood many things in an instant.

Yes, damn it, if we really talked here, so much time has passed, but why is it still so peaceful here?

Not only did the mysterious buyer not see it, even the Moratti father and son were nowhere to be seen.

On the eighth floor of the Armani Hotel, yes, there is a high-end VIP conference room on the eighth floor of the Armani Hotel. It is a private conference room of the hotel exclusively for distinguished guests. The previous negotiations between Thohir and Morati and his son were held here.

Oh my God, these cunning guys actually chose to negotiate at the place where the last negotiation took place. How cunning!

"Hurry, Fabio, I've already rushed over with Ricardo, you should hurry over too!" shouted Daniel Redaeli.

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

The Armani Hotel is also the most famous top hotel in Milan. It is located just northwest of the Four Seasons Hotel. It is not far away, just three blocks along Via Monte Napoleon.

As for Riccardo Pratsi, he is the Italian football expert of Gazzetta dello Sport and a capable general of the newspaper. He is a rival of Fabio Licari. Although the two have a good relationship, it is also full of competition.

So, thinking that Riccardo Pratsi had already rushed over, Fabio Licari didn't care about anything else, he immediately packed up his things, grabbed them and ran out of the store.

"Hey, Fabio, what's going on? Are the people here?" The gossipy fat man Renato immediately followed out.

"No, we've changed the place to the Armani Hotel!" Fabio Licari shouted.

The voice remained, but the person rushed out of the door.

"Armani Hotel?" Renato was slightly stunned. It seemed not far away. Why not go and see what was going on?

Renato did it as soon as he thought of it. He immediately told the clerk and rushed out.

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

As soon as these reporters saw Fabio Licari rushing out and heard him shout "Armani Hotel", they all started running for their lives, sprinting towards the Armani Hotel in the northwest direction.

The actions of these dozen people immediately attracted the attention of passers-by, and they even hurriedly avoided them, fearing that they would be accidentally hit, which would be an unexpected disaster.

"Hey, Lao Wu, get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Fabio Licari, who was in the front, almost hit a tourist from the East. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and dodged to the side, barely avoiding it.

"Master, why are these people running so fast?"

"Uh, I'm not sure, maybe it's some kind of street art!"

“Street art?”

"Yes, you see, there is a fat guy in the team. He might be appealing to the citizens that no matter how fat they are, they should not forget to exercise. Isn't there a saying? Life lies in exercise!"

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

Seeing this group of guys running away as if they were risking their lives and soon disappearing from sight, everyone turned their gazes away and continued doing what they were doing.

"Master, where are we going now?"

"Let's go to the Wangjiang Pavilion branch on the corner for afternoon tea. I've booked a VIP room!"

"Really? Great, I haven't tried the cooking at the Milan branch yet!"

"Look at what you have accomplished. Let's go!"

The two turned around and threw themselves into the rolling crowd. No one discovered or noticed them from beginning to end.

Three minutes later, four lung-wrenching screams were heard in the lobby of the Armani Hotel.

"What? Cancelled at the last minute?"

There were twenty or thirty reporters present, all of them were panting, sweating profusely, and almost fainted.

The quick sprint of one kilometer almost cost them their lives.

But in the end, when they arrived at their destination, what was waiting for them was bad news. How could they not despair?

"Why was it cancelled at the last minute?"

"Yeah, isn't it all booked?"

"Manager, you are not lying to us, are you?"

"Yes, if you dare to lie to us, be careful or we will publish your scandal tomorrow!"

The hotel lobby manager quickly waved his hands vigorously. This group of uncrowned kings would do anything for the news.

"Hey, everyone, I really didn't lie. If you don't believe me, you can go up and take a look!"

After hearing what he said, everyone basically believed it.

Could it be that I was fooled again?

That doesn’t make sense. I heard before that it was at the Armani Hotel. Why did you change your mind?

"Manager, who booked the VIP meeting room? Or which company?" Fabio Licari reacted the fastest and immediately wanted to catch some clues.

The lobby manager was eager to get rid of this group of plague gods. After thinking for a while, he nodded and agreed: "It was booked by a company from the United States. They said they wanted to meet with guests to discuss a business deal. They have already paid the deposit. Who would have thought..."

An American company?

All the reporters present were amazed.

Could it be that a consortium from the United States wants to acquire Inter Milan?

Well, quite possible!