i am beckham

Chapter 372 Confrontation
As the black Ford drove out of the residential area, someone immediately cast a concerned look.

"There are obviously a lot fewer reporters at the gate today."

After observing the surrounding situation, Jason quickly made a judgment.

A former member of the Royal Marines, Jensen received counter-spy training.Although the capabilities are far inferior to intelligence agencies, it is more than enough to identify media reporters.

With the rise of Beckham's fame, the number of journalists around the community has increased significantly in the past two years.

Whenever the Manchester United team is on holiday, the news media, large and small, will come to squat heartthrobs.

As long as Beckham goes out, reporters from no less than five media outlets will follow him immediately.

In order to avoid these people, Beckham bought the black Ford sedan that can be seen everywhere on the street under the name of Jensen, so that he can cope with the situation today.

Seeing that Beckham just nodded and didn't respond to himself, Jason continued wittily: "The biggest difficulty for the media to keep quiet is that they can't continue to use new faces.

The recurring faces and license plate numbers make them easy to flag. "

Beckham smiled and nodded: "It's hard work, but there may be more and more similar situations in the future."

He could hear that Jason was asking for credit, so he gave him a reassurance.

As the security director of the community, Jason has used the actions of the past two years to send the nomination certificate, and Beckham naturally understands his intentions.

As a security supervisor in a mid-to-high-end community, the income is definitely better than that of ordinary people, but it is impossible to be so good that it crosses the class.

During his military service, Jensen was unable to perform high-load work because of a leg injury that affected his athletic ability, so he could only work as a security supervisor in the community.

As he grows older, the path he can walk in this industry must become narrower and narrower.

For him, being a bodyguard for the rich is obviously a better home.

As long as the employer's economic situation is good, as long as his performance is recognized, there is a high probability that he will be able to live better.

Beckham knew what he was thinking and understood him, after all, he was born in an ordinary family.

There is nothing embarrassing about wanting to live a better life through your own efforts.

Of course, the focus of his life is now on football, and the number of commercial activities can be counted on the fingers.

But according to Old John, we must have a trustworthy and helpful person at critical moments by our side. This person cannot sit on the wall.

Jason meets all these requirements, so Beckham is going to keep an assistant for himself.

Jason obviously understood what he meant, and seemed to be in high spirits the whole time.

The meeting place is a French restaurant, which is the most suitable place in the world for pretending.

Beckham walked into the designated private room, and two bodyguards over 1.9 meters tall stood at the door, completely exposing that there were important people in the private room.

Pushing open the door, Rupert Murdoch and his second son, James Murdoch, came into view.

Seeing Beckham walk in, James Murdoch immediately stood up with a smile. Rupert Murdoch wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, then smiled and nodded, apparently not intending to get up.

James Murdoch glanced sideways at his father with fleeting embarrassment on his face.

The old Murdoch was unmoved, just smiled and motioned to Beckham to sit down.

Is it such a bad etiquette to eat French food?
Beckham grumbled to himself, then sat down with a smile.

The old Murdoch watched Beckham unabashedly, and the latter was also watching the other party, without the slightest evasion in his eyes.

The old Murdoch is hale and hearty, with deep eyes, which is exactly the pretense that a superior should have, and he can't see through the other party's thoughts through his eyes.

It can be seen that the nearly 68-year-old Murdoch is in good spirits, and even has an enterprising temperament at his age.

Only deep nasolabial folds, sagging eye bags and age spots reveal a decline in vitality.

Compared with the old Murdoch, the little Murdoch looks a lot greener.

According to the old John's information, this little Murdoch should be the old man's second son, James Murdoch, who is the most inconspicuous in the family, but eventually became the successor.

The observation at this moment was regarded as the first contact between the two sides. The old Murdoch nodded with a smile and said, "Hello, son. I am Rupert Murdoch, and this is my son James.

You performed very well yesterday. If you continue to play with this momentum, you will be one of the most influential professional players at the age of 25. "

Murdoch Sr. talked about Beckham with the same look that heartthrobs often see in dressing rooms as they discuss a stock or a racehorse.

What sounds like a compliment is actually talking about merchandise.

I have to say that the old man's opening remarks did not show a lot of goodwill, but his son seemed very eager to talk.

Old Murdoch's white hair gradually thinned out, revealing a large area of ​​the Mediterranean Sea.

Little Murdoch wears glasses and has a cropped cut.

Judging from the appearance of the two, the men in the Murdoch family do not have much hair volume, and they may have a myopia inheritance.

Beckham responded with a smile: "Thank you, I think James should be a fan."

Hearing what Beckham said, the little Murdoch looked embarrassed, while the old Murdoch smiled unscrupulously: "Haha, yes, your performance is far better than I imagined. You have a big heart, which has been verified on the football field."

The old Murdoch glanced sideways at the young Murdoch and said, "James is your fan, and his team hopes that I can buy Manchester United. But your government intervened, which gave us no chance to negotiate a price."

Well done!

From the look in James' eyes, Beckham judged that the other party was probably his fan. He was very familiar with this look. Many people represented by Fat Nick had this look when they saw him.

Then Murdoch simply put his son aside and chatted on his own.

Beckham picked it up when he could, and kept smiling when he couldn't. The atmosphere has always been good.

Little Murdoch interjected a few sentences, but after being looked at twice by Murdoch's meaningful eyes, he simply chose to watch.

Beckham understood that the old Murdoch wanted to take his children to experience similar social scenes, and then continue to grow through practice.

It's just that Little Murdoch seems to have messed up the show, so he can only watch from the sidelines now.

Murdoch talked about his views on football during the period: "In my opinion, professional football and journalism have many similarities. For practitioners, the standard for measuring professional football is the score, while the standard for measuring journalism is sales and ratings.

In my opinion, there is only one standard for professional football and the media: whether it is profitable.

All our efforts are aimed at making profits now, and we can continue to make profits for a long time. "

This sentence comes from the perspective of the superior. Beckham can’t take it hard. He can only say with a smile: “For me, the task of a player is to help the team win. Professional players may have other attributes, but the most important thing is to reflect their value in the game.”

The old Murdoch nodded: "Yes, players are like valuable commodities. The price will fluctuate according to age and performance on the field. If futures are generally exciting."

Seeing the domineering look of this bad old man, Beckham was too lazy to talk.

Tell me as soon as you have something, what's the point of such a long foreplay?
The cold dishes began to be served, and Murdoch continued: "David, do you have a goal in life?"

Beckham thought for a while and said, "It should be the World Cup champion!"

Old Murdoch shook his head and said, "This is just a short-term goal. If you complete it at the age of 27 or 31, how will you think about your future life?"

(End of this chapter)