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The next day, on the return bus.

Kosopech was lying on his back at the end, with a bucket in front of him, shaking and retching from time to time.

Seeing Kosopeci looking hungover, Van Steyak couldn't help but frown and said, "What happened yesterday?"

Biriyar immediately pointed to Suk: "You should ask him."

Su Ke blinked and said innocently, "What does it have to do with me?"

"It's not like you've been making a fuss. How can Kosopech and Ivan Klic fight for wine?" Mashovich scolded with a smile.

"That's because they drank voluntarily, it's none of my business." Suk turned his head and refused to admit it.

Masovich and the others shook their heads helplessly. Last night, Suk was jumping around, inciting people to drink.

I am underage, so I don’t drink a glass, but I let others drink enough.

Especially Kosopech and Ivan Klic, these two guys were carried back by their teammates.

However, it is precisely because of this that Van Stryak probably will not give them any more holidays.

Although Mostar Zlinyiski does not have such strict discipline, drinking during the season, and still getting drunk, is extremely harmful to his condition.

As for the nightlife in Sarajevo, there is no such thing as bullshit!

It's just a group of men having a carnival!

Returning to the town of Mostar, they received a warm welcome from the town residents.

"What a kick!"

"We took out Sarajevo!"

"No. 1 in the league! Hahaha! We are No. 1!"

"Modric and Suker, your performance was great!"

The welcome along the road is a bit fake, but from the moment the bus enters the town, residents will stop when they see the bus. They give the bus a thumbs up and praise it.

Mostar is not a big city, they are a small town in Bosnia and Herzegovina. This football club is the only one that can win.

They have been suppressed by Sarajevo all year round. Although they have the slogan of winning the championship every year, they have not reached the top of the Bosnia and Herzegovina Super League since its establishment.

Today's honor room is also full of antique trophies from the former Yugoslavia.

For this reason, the town residents and the club are very eager for a brand new trophy, a symbol of reaching the top of the Bosnia and Herzegovina Premier League.

Back at the club, some club executives also showed up to give awards.

For such a big thing as winning Sarajevo, it is natural to give him a lot of praise.

In addition to verbal praise, they also provided some material rewards.

Mostar Zlinyiski's financial situation is not particularly good, and there is not much they can offer for this. They have given some financial rewards to some outstanding players.

Especially Suker and Modric.

Modric's goal award and Suker's assist award all allowed them to gain some Mark income.

Seeing the money put into his pocket, Suk felt happy and secure.

After returning to the dormitory, Su Ke used part of his salary in the past few months to live on, and put the bulk of it into an envelope.

"I'm going out!"

Suker picked up the envelope containing the money and shouted to Modric.

Modric was writing a letter, and he waved his hand gently, indicating that he heard it.

Suk ran out of the dormitory and sprinted along the path down the mountain. Soon he arrived at Oripe's house.

Today is Sunday, school is on holiday, and Oripe is lying down at home.

Suk had already started shouting at the top of his lungs before he entered the room.

"Oripe! Oripe! I'm coming!"

Oripe opened the door and Su Ke ran in quickly.

He first went to the refrigerator, took out the water glass, took a big sip of cold water, and then placed the envelope containing the money on the table.

"Help me contact Kovich and ask him to send the money to the welfare home."

Su Ke had lived a hard life in the past. He didn't have much money in his pocket, and he couldn't even take care of it.

But he understands that if you are poor, you can take care of yourself, and if you are prosperous, you can help the world.

When you are poor, you are so poor that it is difficult to make ends meet.

Now that life is getting better and he can save some money, he thinks it is necessary to send part of the money to the orphanage.

The orphanage where Suk grew up is in a suburb of Zagreb, the capital of Croatia.

Although it is a welfare home under the church, the money it can allocate is limited, and most of the time it needs some social donations, making life miserable.

The old dean is a priest, and priests are not allowed to go out to work.

But the situation at that time was so bad that in order to support these children, the old director even went against his faith and went out alone at night to do odd jobs to support the welfare home.

Without the old dean, children like Su Ke might have starved to death during those turbulent years.

Therefore, if he is able, Su Ke still thinks it is necessary to provide some assistance. Although the money is not much, it can improve the situation to a certain extent.

Oripe also understood this. He put the envelope in the drawer and said, "Kovic will return to Hong Kong tomorrow, and he happens to be going to Croatia. Although he is not going to Zagreb, he can still make a trip along the way."

Suk nodded; "Thank you Kovich for me."

After saying that, Suk turned around and left.

"Hey!" At this time, Oripe suddenly called Su Ke.

"What's wrong?" Suk turned around and asked.

Oripe said: "Someone came to me the day before yesterday and said he was a football agent and wanted to contact you through me."

"Football agent?" Su Ke blinked.

In the professional arena, a good football agent is very rare.

Just like the future Mendes, Raiola, Barnett, etc.

For players, a good football agent can help them solve a lot of troubles, while also being able to plan their careers and provide great help in the transfer market.

So far, Su Ke does not have an agent. Everything is decided by Su Ke under the care of this guardian Oripe.

If you have an agent, it will indeed be easier. At least he can devote more energy to training and competition.

"He'll come next time."

Boom!

knocking.

Oripe got up and walked over to open the door.

A thin middle-aged man wearing a suit and leather shoes on a hot day, with a greasy slicked back hair, stood at the door.

His cheekbones were high and there was a professional smile on his face. The overall impression was not that good.

The man in the suit also saw Su Ke, his eyes lit up and he immediately said: "Nice to meet you, Su Ke, you can call me Potlage, I am a professional football agent, this is my business card. "

Suk glanced at Portrage and immediately took the business card.

The business card said a brokerage company belonging to Bosnia and Herzegovina, but Su Ke had never heard of it.

Potlage looked at Suker across Oripe and said: "Can we talk? Your performance is very good. I think you have greater potential waiting to be explored."

Suk glanced at Oripe.

The latter shrugged and said, "Let's talk?"

Su Ke nodded.

"come in!"

Potlage walked into Oripe's room with a smile. When the three sat together, the guy began to praise Suker profusely and praised Suker's recent performance.

However, he did not mention a word about his career plans and his work content.

Seeing Botraci praising himself so much, he started to get tired of it after hearing it too much.

"Mr. Potlarch, should we talk about something serious?" Su Ke had a look of impatience on his face.

Potlarch also reacted and said with a smile: "That's right! Business, business is important."

Potlarch coughed dryly, took a deep breath, looked at Su Ke, and suddenly said, "Suke, do you want to make money?"

Suk was stunned, but soon his expression turned completely gloomy.

Oripe on the side also thought about it. He stood up slowly and said with suppressed anger, "Get out!"

Potlage immediately said: "Hey! This is a good way to make money. If you perform so well, you won't be sent to the bench if your performance is even worse occasionally. You just need to play less seriously, and you can make money." Lots and lots of money, no one will have trouble with money."

Suk's expression was gloomy.

Oripe couldn't bear it any longer and dragged Portrage up and yelled angrily, "Get out! Get out of my house! You bastard bug! Suk will not agree to your disgusting request. Get out! Get out! Get out!" !!”

Amid Oripe's roar, Botracci was pushed all the way out of the house.

"These guys are just stinky rats in the sewers. They are only interested in profit. Once you have an experience, they will take control of you." Oripe said seriously: "Suk, you can't be tempted."

He was afraid that Suk was young and would be tempted by money after experiencing those hard times.

At this time, Su Ke took a deep breath, turned around and said, "Don't worry, I won't agree to him."

Suk stood up: "I'm going back."

"I'll take you back!"

Oripe immediately put on her clothes.

He was afraid that the guy hadn't gone far. Once Su Ke got entangled, it would not be a good thing.

Oripe escorted Suker all the way to the club and watched Suker enter the training base before leaving.

And Su Ke also breathed a sigh of relief.

He knows that professional football is not just the sunny side, there is a lot of nastiness hidden in the shadows.

However, he didn't expect to be targeted so quickly.

"Someone asked you to play match-fixing?"

In the dormitory, Modric had an angry look on his face and shouted, "You should hit him hard in the face."

Su Ke: "I have already refused. In a short period of time, that guy will not give up, and I will try my best to stay in the club." Su Ke sighed; "If you perform well, some troubles will automatically start to come to you." .”

Suk was very depressed.

Following his outstanding performance, these arrogant guys began to pay attention to him.

In the past, he was not well-known enough and could not guarantee enough playing time, but now Suker is a key player for Mostar Zlinjski.

For this reason, these profitable guys began to pester Su Ke.

"That guy's name is Potlaci, and he belongs to Bosnia and Herzegovina's Luyin Professional Economics Company, but it's probably a shell company and it's a fake name."

Suk said.

"Wait!" Modric said in surprise: "Are you sure it's Botraci?"

Suk nodded; "Yes! What's wrong?"

Modric: "You'd better communicate with the coach, it's a little complicated here!"

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