Chapter 37 of "Additional Updates and Compensation Plan"

After the award ceremony, Zhuang Mingge walked into the locker room where Florence was located. As soon as he entered, he was sprayed with a group of players celebrating with champagne.

"Old, boss..." The Fiorentine players were all dumbfounded. Who would have thought that their boss would run into the locker room at this time?

"Ahem... Christian (Vieri), don't hide from behind. Do you think I don't know that the person who sprayed me a bottle of champagne just now?" Zhuang Mingge took out a handkerchief and wiped the wine from his face and said.

"Ha, hehe... Boss, I know I'm wrong." Vieri, who was like a big monkey, got out of the corner of the locker room embarrassedly and said embarrassedly, "I thought it was the coach..."

Before he finished speaking, Vieri was knocked unconscious and dragged away by Dibiagio and Effenberg. They cursed in their hearts: Why did this honest guy say everything out!

Zhuang Mingge also shared the same relationship as if he hadn't seen anything: "Okay, boys! I'm not here to sweep your fun this time, I just want to ask for your opinions! Do you want to go back to Florence to continue celebrating? Or do you want to rest for a night in beautiful Paris and then take the plane for tomorrow's morning shift back?"

Zhuang Mingge's words made the players in the locker room stunned. The knowledgeable Effenberg was the first to react and asked: "Boss, what do you mean is that we can fly back to Florence tonight? But is there this flight at this time?

Zhuang Mingge smiled strangely and gave his own answer: "Don't forget, your Chairman, I still have some capital, so I have booked a special plane to Florence in advance. As long as you want, I think we can fly back to Florence at any time!"

"Wow~" Many Fiorentine players whistled. They heard Effenberg talk about his own experience when he played for Bayern Munich. Even the Bundesliga giants would not have such treatment!

Therefore, the players who learned that they could fly back to Florence by plane did not hesitate at all and shouted out their answers: "Boss, is this more necessary? Of course, go back now! Go back to Florence and go back to Frankie Stadium to continue celebrating!"

So, a group of people put on their clothes, screamed and walked onto the bus heading to the airport (head coach Ranieri almost caught up), and headed straight for Charles de Gaulle Airport.

"Everyone, I am very happy to win the double championship in the league and the Cup of Winners this season. I hope this marks the re-emergence of our Fiorentina, not just a flash in the pan." After the plane took off, Zhuang Mingge untied his seat belt and stood in the aisle, facing many players, talking freely, "Now the club's goal this season has been achieved, but I personally have a small goal. I wonder if you can help me with this little favor?"

"Boss, just say it straight, what do you want us to do? We will definitely agree!" Vieri, who was eager to "make meritorious service", jumped out first to express his loyalty.

"Yes, boss, as long as it can be done, we will definitely help you." Others in Florence also expressed their opinions at this time.

"Comrades, our captain Gabriel has scored 27 league goals, and now there are three rounds left in the Serie A. I hope everyone can work together to help him break the 30-goal mark of the Serie A Golden Boot!"

At this time, we can see that Batistuta is really popular in the team. The Fiorentine animals said that they had helped him. Effenberg even half-jokingly made fun of Zhuang Mingge for being too slight: "Boss, you underestimate us too much. Even if you don't say it today, we were planning to help Gab score his goal data."

Seeing that the matter was over, Zhuang Mingge picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered: "Pick up the things now."

After a while, a carefully decorated cake car was slowly pushed out by a flight attendant who was also dressed up in a gorgeous manner.

After winning the Winners Cup, Zhuang Mingge informed a cake shop near the airport to make a symbolic celebration cake, ready to share it with everyone on the plane, so that everyone present can share the joy and happiness of winning the championship.

"Gabriel, you are the captain of the team, of course you will cut this cake!" Faced with pairs of fierce eyes like hungry wolf, Zhuang Mingge felt that his situation was a bit bad, and his eyes turned and he made a suggestion.

However, for this suggestion that sounds very good, Batistuta, as the party involved, refused his boss's suggestion without hesitation:

"Boss, I don't think I should cut this cake." As soon as Bati said, the noisy cabin suddenly became quiet, and everyone saw why their captain refused the boss's kindness.

"This is the first Cup Winners Championship I won after coming to Fiorentina. The only people here who have experienced Fiorentina relegation in 1993 are me and Stefan. No one knows better this trophy and the hard-earned league championships this season. And these championships were won after our boss, President Antonio! So, I think this cake that symbolizes honor should be cut by our Chairman personally!"

A few seconds later, thunderous applause rang out in the cabin.

"Yes, the captain is right!"

"I support Gabriel's proposal!"

Zhuang Mingge was very moved by everyone's actions and did not make any pretentious refusal. He took the knife from Karin, pointed it at the cake in front of him, and cut it steadily.

"This is yours, Gabriel, I'll give you the largest one first... Don't snatch it! Come one by one! Really, I've treated this as a midnight snack..."

"Boss, we are not like you. You watched a game in the private room, but we actually ran on the court for a full ninety minutes!" Effenberg's words resonated with other players.

"That's right, boss, you just tricked us into the plane without eating anything. We're hungry now."

"Isn't it just to buy the cake? I'll leave it to me that big piece of cake for my boss!"

"Francisco (Toldo) is the most idle player on the field. Do you have the nerve to have dinner with us?"

"Why don't you talk about Mateo (Guadalbourne), this guy's cake is smaller than the captain's!"

During the players' fighting, the two-hour flight time passed without realizing it. When the players wiped off the last smear of cream on the corner of their mouths, the plane was ready to land in Florence.

On the evening of May 17, 1995, Florence won the second European Cup in the club's history, and the plane carrying these heroes also landed smoothly at Florence Airport that night.
Chapter completed!