Golden Greenery

His Highness Ergul actually doesn't like Ranieri because he is a rustic whose appearance and temperament are not worthy of Monaco's luxury. That jealous French always makes people resist the urge to walk away.

But His Highness is also helpless. All the famous coaches with good temperament are busy now, and some others feel that they are not very reliable in coaching, so they can only make do with Ranieri first.

The outside world thinks that His Highness Ergul's revitalization of Monaco was inspired by the rise of Paris Saint-Germain due to the entry of Qatari oil robes. In fact, there are such factors, but they are very weak.

Ergul, 34, is the illegitimate son of Prince Albert II. His mother is a French hotel waiter. Originally, according to the tradition of the Grimaldi royal family, an illegitimate child could not be the royal heir unless the prince married the illegitimate child's mother.

Albert II has never been married. He is one of the world's leading diamond kings. He has achieved both success in life and career, as well as in culture and sports. As he grew older, the prince's playfulness continued, but he had to consider possible accidents, so he pushed the royal family to modify the rules.

So, when Ergul was 23 years old, he became the crown prince as an illegitimate son. The prince also has an illegitimate daughter, who is four years younger than Ergul and is not a mother. In order to prevent his son from becoming an idle playboy and at least look like a crown prince, the prince gave him the title of chairman of the football club.

Originally, everything was going smoothly, and Wang Zi was waiting for his father, who was having too much fun, to die one day, so that he could inherit the throne. But he never expected that his father, who was 53 years old the summer before last, would suddenly get married, and Ergul would have a stepmother, and the Grand Duchy would have a princess.

Princess Charlene Weststock is a South African swimmer and a mermaid who has participated in Olympic swimming competitions. Ergul looked at that appearance and figure with envy. After all, he was only one year older than him.

My stepmother is young, beautiful and healthy. As long as my father does not suffer a decline, there is a high probability that I will have more brothers and sisters in the future. Ergul panicked, and his status as crown prince was in jeopardy.

When his father got married that year, Countess Christine Josephine, whom His Highness had loved for many years, also came to the ceremony with the Archduke of Austria to congratulate her. However, when Christine looked at Ergul, she just looked at the air and ignored her completely. It's like nothing.

Panic, loss, and resentment all came to the heart of His Royal Highness. He suddenly realized that he had no sense of existence at all, could not do anything, and had nothing to eat.

I don't know when the crown prince's glory disappeared. I only know that the woman I like the most has been with the man I hate the most for three years.

Ergul believes that managing a football club is the only job he is currently qualified for, and only in Monaco Football Club can he have a sense of presence. So he tried his best to prevent his father from selling the team that year, otherwise he would really be nothing.

The prince was a human being, and of course he saw his son's little thoughts. In order to keep things peaceful, the family did not want to get into trouble. After considering it, he agreed to Ergul's request, and also approved his investment plan this year.

A mere one or two billion is really a small amount for the prince. It is really more than money, and the Qataris may not be as tall as the prince.

.

"Claudio, you did a great job, congratulations." Ergul said.

Claudio Ranieri bowed: "Your Highness, thank you. The players worked hard today. It's a pity that they did not beat Paris."

"Who do you think is stronger between Paris and Real Madrid now?" His Highness asked him.

Ranieri said without hesitation: "Of course it's Real Madrid. I think Real Madrid is the strongest team in football at the moment. Paris is still weaker in comparison."

"Oh, you think so?"

"Yes, Real Madrid has Zhuoyang. He is the best player today. Whether Ibrahimovic or Falcao, they are much worse than Zhuoyang." Ranieri said with certainty, because he is a professional in this regard , but he obviously didn't notice His Highness the Prince's sudden frown.

"Of course, there is Cristiano Ronaldo,

He is also very strong. "Unconsciously, Ranieri was still adding, but he still stopped because the coldness coming from Sharma, the captain of the guard, made him shiver involuntarily.

"Claudio, you have to know that Paris has never been in my eyes." His Highness said: "I hope the team can at least qualify for the Champions League this year. Are you sure?"

"I'll try."

"Next season, I want Monaco to beat Real Madrid head-on in the Champions League. To do this, I will continue to persuade my father to increase investment, and what you have to do is not to let down my hard work."

Ranieri: "...What if Real Madrid is not drawn in the draw?"

"Then you win the Champions League for me."

Ranieri: "..." Your grandma is so stupid, does she really think she can win the Champions League by spending a little money? Are all the richest families in Europe idiots?

"Your Highness, if this is the case, then I will need Zhuoyang next season, and..."

"Don't mention this damn Chinese to me, you just need to defeat him! Defeat him-" His Highness became angry, his eyes turned red.

Ranieri was a little confused. "Your Highness..."

Ergul took a few breaths, waved his hand and said: "Okay, just remember my words and fulfill my requirements, and I won't treat you badly. Don't say much else, it's not your thing to think about. Question. That’s it for today, you can go back.”

"Your Highness..."

Sharma, the captain of the guard, took two steps forward and made a "please" gesture towards Ranieri. He couldn't help but shudder again.

Ranieri is not afraid of Ergul at all, because this is just an embroidered pillow. The normal operation of the club depends entirely on those smart directors. The presence or absence of him as a window-dressing chairman actually does not matter at all, only what he thinks Very important.

But Ranieri was deeply afraid of this captain of the guard with an oriental face. Although he had never spoken to him, let alone had any specific dealings with him, he was scared to death.

Ranieri quickly stood up, bowed slightly to His Highness Ergul, showed an awkward smile to Sharma, and quickly fled from here. After walking out of the suite, he once again felt the warmth that the Paris Golden Globe should have in September.

Ergul leaned on the sofa tiredly, the annoyance on his face not completely dissipated. He said angrily: "I know they are all perfunctory with me. Everyone, everyone actually looks down on me. I understand the way they look at me, they are laughing at me."

The room was filled with Ergul's depression, and Sharma stood quietly beside and behind him, where he was always.

"Sharma..."

"I'm here, Your Highness."

"Will you look down on me?"

"Your Highness, you saved my life. Sharma will always be loyal to Your Highness."

"That's good, that's good..."