Golden Greenery

"Hey, hey!" Raiola quickly stopped, these bastards really dared to attack.

"Have you heard of Pavel Nedved?" Several people nodded.

"Dennis Bergkamp, ​​do you know?" Several people nodded again.

These two people are too famous. "Ice Prince" Bergkamp joined the Serie A giants Inter Milan in 1993 for a terrifying price of 13 million pounds. And Nedved moved to Juventus last year at a sky-high price of 41 million euros. These are two top superstars, it's hard not to know.

"Mark Van Bommel, Zlatan Ibrahimovic, Gianluca Vialli, Wim Jonker..." Raiola counted a long list of names on his fingers. "They are all signed players under my banner." Some of the six nodded, some were at a loss, Zhuoyang simply looked confused, he had never heard of any of them.

"There is also Lazio coach Zdenek Zeman, who is also my signing client." Raiola was finally able to take a sip of coffee comfortably.

"This guy seems to be real." Several people began to whisper to each other. "I know all the people he said."

"Then what should we do? What does he mean? Does he want us to pay for medical expenses? Or does he want to sign a contract with us? Does he want to be our agent?" Several people were busy whispering, Zhuoyang was also busy thinking Turning around and listening to the brothers don't know what to say.

"Now, I officially invite you to become my signing players. I will create a star road to success and wealth for you. I think you will like it very much." Raiola began to bewitch.

"I have very rich experience in cultivating young talented players like you. With my help, you will become world superstars!" Raiola is full of confidence.

"You are not a coach, how do you train us?" Zhuoyang was a little confused.

"..." Raiola had a headache. "I will help you join the top club that is most suitable for you, which will be more conducive to your rapid growth."

"Oh, I think I understand. I understand the truth, but what good is it for me?" Zhuoyang didn't care about other clubs, he just wanted to know what he could get.

"..." Raiola was speechless, patiently explaining to Zhuoyang. "Fort Maddie is too small to be worthy of you at all. Big clubs are the sea, and you can fly in a wider world." The eloquent tongue is like a tongue, which should be placed in China more than 2,000 years ago, Mino Raiola Don't let Su Qin and Zhang Yi.

"Oh, I think I understand. I understand the truth, but what good is it for me?" Zhuoyang still didn't know what he could get.

"..." Raiola was a little crazy. "I will help you ask for higher wages from the club so that you have more money."

Now Zhuoyang understood that money is a good thing, and he lacked it recently. "That is to say, after I sign with you, you will help me earn more salary, instead of me having to spend a lot of time talking with the club?"

"Pindog!" Raiola nodded in agreement.

"Then here comes the question." Zhuoyang continued to ask. "Excavation technology... Oh no, why are you helping me? Is there anything good for you? Are you Lei Feng?"

Raiola slapped his forehead twice with his hand, and he was about to collapse. Although he didn't know what Lei Feng was, he understood what he said.

This kid is obviously a mallet. He doesn't understand anything. Is he a genius or an idiot?

Fortunately, the others were all understanding people. Everyone rushed to make up a popular science lesson about football agents for Zhuoyang, and Raiola also quickly gave some detailed explanations. After struggling for ten minutes, Zhuoyang finally understood.

"What? You want to take a 10% commission? Pull it down, fat man. One hundred thousand you want ten thousand, one million you one hundred thousand, ten million, one hundred million..., my God! Fatty, you are Empty glove white wolf.

You go grab it. Zhuoyang's mouth almost reached his ears: I don't have enough money myself, why should I give you 10%? Negotiate with the club? Don't I have a mouth?

Raiola's headache was about to crack: Well, it's a waste of saliva, this kid still doesn't understand anything, he is just a club that can kick ball.

Mertesacker is a sensible person, he said with a little seriousness: "Mr. Raiola..."

"Call me Milo," Raiola corrected.

"Okay, Milo. This is a very serious matter. I think we need to think it over carefully and discuss it with our family. So, I can't give you any answers right now. But I don't think it will be too long. I will give you a definite answer within a few days." Mertesacker said with reason and evidence. "Also, during this period, I can't make any promises to you, but I will give you the priority to sign a contract with you under the same conditions."

Apart from Zhuoyang, several other people also expressed the same meaning.

Raiola took a look: OK, there are sensible people, much better than a mallet. Raiola likes to deal with people with mature thinking, nothing more than everything is based on the interests of both parties. When it comes to how to maximize benefits, Raiola has not yet convinced anyone.

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Mertesacker, Xiaozhu, second brother Montolivo, Ribery, and De Jong returned home at night, checked on the computer and asked friends in the circle, and everything became clear soon. Great man! Absolute genius! Raiola is truly the top football agent. He has a very good reputation among professional players. Many players dream of becoming his signing players. After discussing with their family members, the five people basically had the answer in their hearts.

Zhuoyang didn't really just stick to it. After returning to the dormitory, he also carefully looked up some information about football agents on the computer. In the end, I figured out that people really didn't want your 10% for nothing. Agents will fight for you and the club, get you more money, connect you with commercials and do everything outside of football. As for the players themselves, they only need to concentrate on playing well, and everything else will be handled by the agent for you.

But all of this is not attractive to Zhuoyang at all. He didn't want to transfer, and he didn't dare to shoot commercials. He played football secretly behind his parents' backs. He wanted to die for shooting commercials? As for the salary, he didn't believe that the club dared to raise their salary for Xiaozhu and others. There are other things to do, except for training and competitions, Zhuoyang has nothing to do.

Will your agent play the piano for me or date Rasakova for me? Pooh! I spit on you with shit on your face, you have a good idea!

So, he doesn't have a cold for Raiola at all, find a place to cool off by yourself!