Golden Greenery

Hearing Berlusconi's heartfelt and honest words, Zhuo Yang felt guilty and moved at the same time, as moved as a bastard.

The same words feel completely different when spoken by people with different identities. You have just come out from the 996 overtime shift in the Alibaba building with your exhausted body. The guard at the door saying "Thank you for your hard work" is definitely not as exciting as Jack Ma's words.

Berlusconi's status bonus, coupled with the discourse atmosphere he created and his extremely good speaking skills, completely guided Zhuoyang's emotions. At this moment, Zhuo Yang had the urge to express his determination, a sincere impulse. However, all impulses were stopped by Berlusconi with just the right calmness.

"Zhuoyang, I admire your excellence very much, and my admiration for you also makes me admire China. Zhuoyang, your country is a great country, which is respectable." Berlusconi knows very well that Zhuoyang likes What to listen to.

"You are an eagle soaring in the blue sky, just like your country. No one can restrict your freedom to fly. You belong to the sky, the sky without limits."

Berlusconi did not give Zhuo Yang a chance to intervene.

"Zhuo Yang, to be honest, Italy's economic environment has been very bad in the past two years. I think you know this. In this environment, including AC Milan, Serie A must implement financial measures for sustainable development. Contraction. The same goes for my Pei Group and the entire Italian government. The days of spending money are over, and the days of tight fiscal contraction or even hardship are imminent."

"The club must cut salaries and eliminate some contracts with high salaries and low performance. Of course, you are definitely not among these contracts. With your excellence, cutting your salary is an insult to you and very unfair to you."

"Silvio, salary..." Zhuo Yang wanted to say that a salary cut was no problem.

"No, no, no, my friend, listen to me." Berlusconi once again interrupted Zhuoyang very naturally. "You require an annual salary of 11 million for the new contract. I understand and support it very much. Based on your performance, this price is not much at all, and your contract alone will not put much financial pressure on the club."

"But Milan needs a new standard-bearer, a standard-bearer like Maldini. This standard-bearer must be young and can retire after playing for Milan for at least ten years, and his salary will definitely become Milan's top salary. On this point, my friend , hope you can understand."

What Berlusconi means is that this 'flag-bearer' must have the highest salary, higher than Zhuo Yang, but Zhuo Yang already has a maximum salary of 11 million in football, how much higher can the 'flag-bearer' be? Isn’t it nonsense to think that the club’s finances will be reduced if the club goes down high?

Zhuoyang lowered his head sadly. He was completely guided by Berlusconi.

"Zhuoyang, you are my friend and my child." That only has Zhuo Tongtong's willingness. Berlusconi said: "I will not restrict your wings, nor will I block your dreams. I cannot even allow a trace of injustice to you, because you and Mauri are my most cherished friends."

"Zhuoyang, my child, can you tell me where you will go if you leave Milan?"

"Silvio, I... Milan..." Zhuo Yang muttered, not knowing how to answer.

"Good boy, can you tell your friend Silvio?"

"Yes..." Zhuo Yang said the name of the club.

Berlusconi smiled kindly. "That place is indeed worthy of your excellence, but there are so many wealthy families, why do you only favor that place? Do they have any promises?"

"That's not true.

It's like this..." Zhuo Yang said the reason, two very important reasons.

Berlusconi breathed a sigh of relief. "That's it! Zhuoyang, my friend, I did not misjudge you. You are indeed a good boy who values ​​affection and justice. They should feel honored. I am also proud to have a friend like you."

"Let's do this, Zhuo Yang. Freedom and ideals are noble. Milan should not restrain your wings. Friendship is priceless, and I cannot kidnap you with friendship."

"Zhuoyang, you can inform the other side and ask them to make an offer to Milan." Berlusconi said sincerely: "I also believe that with the ability of that fat man Raiola, he will definitely get you a job that will not humiliate you." A contract of identity.”

"I'm so sad, my friend. Milan are going to lose their greatest player in these twenty-three years, and in the entire history of the club. I'm so sad that I can hardly breathe, this damn subprime crisis, Damn the Italian economy, I can only watch Milan lose you."

Zhuo Yang was about to burst into tears.

"AC Milan has lost you and Italian football has lost you, but you are still Silvio's friend, right?"

Zhuo Yang was speechless and could only nodded vigorously.

"Silvio, whether he is the Prime Minister of Italy or not, will never lose you as a friend, which makes me extremely happy. Zhuo Yang, don't worry and let them negotiate. Milan will never set up obstacles for you."

"Silvio, I'm sorry..."

"Wrong! Zhuoyang, you have not sorry for Milan. On the contrary, every Milanese should thank you. Without you, we would not have this triple crown, nor would we become a Grand Slam club. There would not be 76 games without success. Defeat will not create a new scoring record."

"Zhuoyang, although you only stayed in Italy and Milan for three years, you are enough to become the greatest star in the history of Italian football." Sensational and flattery. "Every Italian, every Milanese should thank you. Thank you, Zhuoyang, my friend."

"As your friend, Silvio is deeply honored. Zhuo Yang, I assure you that Milan will never set up obstacles for your transfer. You should submit a transfer application to the club as soon as possible and let the other side make an offer as soon as possible. Trust me, Zhuoyang."

I had to admit that Zhuoyang just came for a meal and never mentioned that he wanted to transfer from beginning to end. However, under the cunning guidance of Berlusconi, through extremely superb skills such as tone, body language, and psychological hints, he gradually It became Zhuo Yang who left the request with a guilty heart.

All of this happened unconsciously in a very short period of time.

Berlusconi is the best among the best people on this planet. His IQ, EQ, and experience are at the top of the seven billion people. Zhuoyang is just a 24-year-old young man. He is neither a fool nor a stupid person, but in the face of Berlusconi's superb shrewdness, he is no different from a toddler.

The conversation continues, and the topic has directly changed to Zhuo Yang's initiative to apply for a transfer to the Milan club. Full of guilt, Zhuoyang made a sincere promise: the other club must be sincere enough, and this sincerity must naturally be expressed in terms of amount; to Italian football and Milan fans, Zhuoyang will show that he took the initiative to request the transfer.

Two hours ago, Zhuo Yang was still looking forward to Milan's grand blueprint for next season. Two hours later, his days in Milan had already entered a countdown.

More than 90% of Berlusconi's words today are sincere and are his true words. A clever lie is always like this, using comprehensive truth to cover up the most important lie.

The 10% of lies that were not told contain the real reason why Berlusconi wanted to sell Zhuoyang.

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