From the Country Team To the Rich

The next day, Zhang Xian and the two were ready to return.

That night, Zhang Xian felt a little insomnia, and he hadn't figured out how to deal with Ivan yet.

Resignation must be dismissed.

But the 'reselling of players' cannot be exposed. This will not have a good impact on Hoffenheim.

For Ivan, Zhang Xian is not afraid, after all, Ivan will not do anything to hurt Hoffenheim.

However, once Ivan is caught, the other two players will also be involved. At that time, these two guys will jump over the wall in a hurry, and Zhang Xian can imagine how to pour dirty water on Hoffenheim.

Therefore, this matter still needs to be dealt with internally, and try not to make it public.

After the luggage had been packed, Zhang Xian and Braden walked out of the room, ready to go to the front desk for check-out procedures.

At the front desk of the hotel, Brendan was doing the check-out procedures, Zhang Xian stood aside, his eyes were a little distracted, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this moment, he saw a stack of papers on the table at the hotel reception.

The top row of characters.

【Barcelona player transfer plan】

Um?

Zhang Xian reached out and took the paper and began to flip through it.

And as he flipped through it, the expression became more and more playful.

interesting!

"Director, the check-out procedure is done, let's go." Braden said as he picked up his luggage.

Zhang Xian closed the paper and said with a smile, "I have something to do to change the flight to the night."

"What?" Braden hesitated.

Zhang Xian pointed to the sofa in the lobby of the hotel, and said, "Sit there for a while, I'll do something."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Xian turned to the front desk and asked, "Excuse me, which room is Mr. Mendelson's room? He left some things behind."

 …

Inside the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel.

Mendelson was moving back and forth, rummaging through boxes and boxes to find something.

While looking for it, he said angrily:

"Damn it, why did it disappear at this time, it should be here!"

Just as he was trying to find it, the doorbell rang.

Ding dong!

"Which one?"

Mendelson yelled impatiently.

A voice came from outside the door.

"You dropped a piece of information, and I sent it up for you."

Hearing this, Menderson was startled, walked quickly to the door, and opened it.

He saw a man with an oriental face looking at him with a smile.

Mendelson frowned and said, "Information?"

Zhang Xian handed over the documents in his hand and said, "I think this should belong to you."

When Mendelsen saw the information, his eyes lit up, and after snatching it away, he said with a smile, "Thank you, you are really a kind person."

Zhang Xian didn't reply, just looked at each other with a smile.

Mendelson froze for a moment, then slapped his forehead and said, "I forgot to pay!"

After speaking, he returned to the house, and when he walked up to Zhang Xian again, he was holding a wad of cash in his hand.

"This is the reward."

Zhang Xian glanced down, and secretly sighed, he is really rich!

But instead of taking the money, he said, "Sir, I would like to take a few minutes of your time."

Mendelson frowned and said, "I still have something to do, this may be..."

"Take it as a reward!"

"This...Okay! Let's go to the lobby on the first floor to talk."

Two minutes later, Zhang Xian and Mendelson sat on the sofa in the hall on the first floor.

Mendelson was sitting on the soft sofa, leaning against the back, holding a cigar in his hand, and looking at the man with an oriental face who was smiling slightly in front of him.

"you know me?"

Mendelson asked.

Zhang Xian nodded and said, "Professional football agent, I think there is no one in the football field who doesn't know you, Mr. Mendelson."

Mendelson raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "What do you want to tell me,

Your time is only five minutes. "

Zhang Xian said with a smile: "I need to apologize to you first, I have read that document."

Mendelson waved his hand and said, "It's okay."

He is confident, a document, ordinary people can't see anything tricky.

But what Zhang Xian said next made his body tremble.

"Barcelona is not so easy to control!"

Mendelson's body trembled, his hand holding the cigar trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"What are you talking about, I don't understand!" Mendelson said with narrowed eyes.

Hard-spoken?

Zhang Xian continued to laugh and said: "You have just completed the transfer of Ronaldo, and now you are operating the transfer of three players under your banner to Barcelona. If I remember correctly, there are still two players under your banner in Barcelona today." Players. There are six players in total, occupying more than half of the main force of the first team, your purpose is obvious."

Mendelson: "..."

"Oh? What do I want to do?"

Now that it has developed to this point, Mendelson no longer hides, and asked with a smile.

Zhang Xian said truthfully; "Take control of Barcelona and make Barcelona your personal player base, but this is not realistic!"

"Why?" Mendelson lit a cigar and asked, swallowing.

"First, Barcelona is not as simple as you think. Second, don't try to control a club by virtue of being an agent, it's courting death."

"In the early stage, you may get some benefits, but when Barcelona reacts, what they have to do is to divide the relationship between you and the players. In fact, the relationship between the agent and the players is a loose cooperative relationship. They are yours. Customers, but not your slaves, you can quit and they can fire you."

"Of course, Barcelona's methods should not be so drastic. After all, offending you is equivalent to offending half of the player transfer market."

This sentence, Mendelson is very useful.

Mendelson tapped the table with his cigar in his hand, which was his habitual action when he was thinking.

In fact, the problem Zhang Xian responded to was also something he was worried about.

Mendelson has big ambitions, he wants to go further and have more influence.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to take the risk of controlling the transfer market of a wealthy family.

If successful, he will become the real number one agent in the world.

But if he fails, he will also lose the favor of Barcelona.

Regarding this choice, he had been vacillating before, but he didn't expect a "passer-by" to tell him that he was courting death.

"You have three minutes left."

Zhang Xian was not in a hurry, he watched Mendelson puffing away, and his addiction to cigarettes also fell.

He took out Baolu cigarettes from his pocket, put one in his mouth, and when he was about to light it, a waiter came over and reminded him, "Sir, smoking is not allowed here!"

Zhang Xian paused for a moment to light a cigarette.

No smoking allowed?

He subconsciously looked at the opposite Mendelson, who was smoking a cigar, and looked at himself with a playful face.

The waiter seemed to understand what Zhang Xian meant, and he smiled and said, "Cigars are fine."

Zhang Xian was depressed.

Treat them differently!

At this moment, Mendelson suddenly laughed out loud, took out a cigar from his pocket and threw it over.

Zhang Xian quickly connected.

Mendelson laughed: "Smoke this!"

Zhang Xian glanced at the waiter, who did not respond.

At this time, both of them were looking at Zhang Xian, and while watching, Zhang Xian lit a cigar and put it on the ashtray.

Seeing this, both of them were taken aback.

Zhang Xian took out another Baolu cigarette and lit it, took a puff and said:

"now what?"

The waiter smiled and said, "Please go ahead."

After speaking, he left.

Virtue!

Zhang Xian rolled his eyes angrily, looked at Mendessen again, organized his words and said:

"I think your next operation target is a certain team in the Premier League?"

Mendelson was startled, and guessed right again.

By now, he was really interested in Zhang Xian.

"How do you say?" Mendelson asked, still pretending to be indifferent.

"The Premier League is the most commercialized team among the five major leagues. Where you can get more benefits and more freedom, besides, a large amount of money has recently settled in the Premier League!"

Mendelson nodded and said, "I'm really optimistic about Stanford!"

Zhang Xian took a breath and said, "Is it the Stanford Club or their boss?"

Mendelson frowned slightly and said, "What do you want to say?"

Zhang Xian shrugged and said, "I won't play guessing games with you anymore. I think in Europe, there are still a small group of people with a keen sense of smell, and you should be one of them."

"How did you see that?"

"Just because you want to invest in Stanford, you must know that before the Russian tycoon settled in, they were a team in the middle and lower reaches of the Premier League, which should not arouse your interest."

Mendelson smiled and said, "I like them, can't I?"

"Yes!" Zhang Xian nodded and said, "But it depends on how you like it. There is a saying that when capitalists face 50% profits, they dare to take risks: facing 100% When they have 300% interests, they dare to trample on all the laws of the world; when they face 300% interests, they dare to risk hanging.”

"So, is this three hundred percent? Or... three hundred percent? Or is it... three hundred percent?"

Mendelson stopped laughing. He sullenly said, "There is something in your words."

In fact, Mendelson had a bold idea in mind.

But he never wanted to admit it.

He didn't think that this unknown oriental man in front of him could have such advanced vision.

After all, even in Europe, this is something that very few people know.

Under Mendelson's sharp gaze, Zhang Xian looked up at his watch and said, "Five minutes are up."

Mendelson waved his hand and said, "I'll give you another five minutes, and you can explain to me."

Only then did Zhang Xian laugh and said, "Then I'll bother you."