After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 919 - 0314 Ramos: Team doctor, team doctor (subscription please)_3

"All wishes?"

Mourinho asked disdainfully: "If you could fulfill all wishes, why are you still running a shop? Wouldn’t it be better to fulfill your own wish of becoming a millionaire?"

The shopkeeper’s smile became a bit stiff.

Fortunately, it wasn’t the first time he’d encountered such a situation.

He rubbed his hands together and explained: "Our doctrine emphasizes the spirit. Helping others here can satisfy my spiritual needs. Charging a fee is just a formality, after all, I need enough money to cover the rent."

Mourinho nodded noncommittally.

Porto has a tradition of hiring wizards, and those charlatans’ explanations about money are pretty similar.

Seeing Mourinho not speaking, the shopkeeper enthusiastically introduced: "Though it’s about satisfying all your needs and fulfilling your desires, everyone’s situation is different. You need to find what’s suitable for you."

"Can you do fortune-telling?"

Mourinho asked.

"Of course!"

The shopkeeper, as if insulted, exaggeratedly replied: "I was a very famous fortune-teller back in my homeland. Nobles often sought my fortunes."

"Then why are you here?"

Mourinho pointed to the rundown little shop and asked.

Shopkeeper: ...

Is this guy here to pick a fight?

Seeing that Mourinho was well-dressed, he decided to tolerate it.

The shopkeeper bared his black teeth and said: "It’s all God’s will, including you walking in here."

"Alright, how much for the fortune-telling?"

Mourinho asked.

He didn’t really believe in these things.

But compared to his income, a fortune-telling session was about the same as having an egg with breakfast.

Might as well try it since he’s here.

"82.5."

The shopkeeper quickly added as he finished: "British Pounds!"

"How much?"

Mourinho was increasingly feeling this charlatan was a fraud.

In Porto, hiring wizards costs thousands of Euros per week. He’d heard that VIPs spent thousands per fortune-telling session.

"82.5!"

"Did you get that number from Ancelotti’s autobiography?"

Mourinho asked, amused.

He also bought Ancelotti’s "The Principle of Willingness Power" and thought it was total nonsense.

Mourinho even suspected Ancelotti was purposely misleading other coaches to waste time on such things.

Due to his personal experiences, Mourinho never minded thinking ill of people.

"Since you don’t believe, why did you come in?"

The shopkeeper pointed to a small round table and said: "I’ve already said, it’s all arranged by God. I can offer you a free fortune-telling session. If it proves accurate, you can come back and pay."

"Alright, but I see the crystal ball on your table — it’s usually used by Gypsies. Aren’t you a Hinduism follower?"

Mourinho asked.

Shopkeeper: ...

If he hadn’t recognized Mourinho and hoped to catch a big fish, he would have called someone to take care of Mourinho.

Fortune-telling relies on guessing; you can’t guess right every time, and surely someone would come looking for trouble.

Shops like this usually have local thugs for after-sales service.

However, he suppressed this tempting thought.

Getting involved with a public figure is troublesome, and he’s just looking for money. Europeans don’t carry much cash anyway; there’s no need to put himself in trouble.

After adjusting his emotions, the shopkeeper smiled and said: "No matter whose fortune-telling method I use, as long as it works, it’s fine. Everyone’s job requires continuous learning, and naturally, I have to improve myself too."

Mourinho nodded.

At least he could justify it.

If it’s free, he might as well give it a go.

Sitting at the small round table with the shopkeeper, Mourinho felt a bit regretful.

In the movies, crystal ball fortunes are usually done in dim, red-lit environments, and the crystal ball glows.

But the glass ball in front of this Indian guy seemed just a plain glass ball.

The shopkeeper, observing Mourinho’s expression through the crystal ball’s reflection, quickly said: "Concentrate and ask the question you want to ask."

Mourinho thought for a moment, seemingly Chelsea had no real issues.

"Will I have trouble with my work soon?"

Mourinho asked.

The shopkeeper nodded, cursing inwardly.

This was a broad question.

"You will soon face a major problem..."

The shopkeeper said.

Mourinho sneered, not believing a word.

"...but the problem will soon disappear, or rather, the person causing you trouble is blessed by a deity, and solving your trouble is just incidental."

The shopkeeper nodded as he said.

"Alright, that’s it for today. If it turns out true, I’ll come back and pay."

Mourinho stood up and left directly.

Clearly, this shopkeeper recognized him, and the theory of Kevin being blessed by a deity was quite popular in Europe.

Mourinho thought it was ridiculous for him to seek fortune-telling.

He, José Mourinho, would never place hope in some deity.

When he got home.

The kids had already returned.

Mourinho temporarily put today’s encounter aside and played with the kids.

Later.

The English FA finally announced his punishment on their official website.

"Chelsea’s head coach José Mourinho, during the match, made inappropriate remarks and repeatedly insulted and cursed the referee. As this is not the first incident, we have decided to fine Mourinho £10,000, ban him for 1 match, with an additional 3-match suspension, totaling four matches in suspension as punishment."

Mourinho saw this message in his study, trying hard to suppress his anger, not wanting to affect his family.

He muttered angrily: "Bullshit, shouldn’t Clattenburg be punished? The FA and its disciplinary committee are a waste, can’t solve the referee issue, so they solve the person telling the truth? Don’t think this will shut me up..."