Reborn on Top of Football

Jose left Chelsea, enough for Fleet Street for a week. At the same time, there is constant shock within the team. Although the team had been training this morning when Jose left, no one thought about it. Head coach Grant and the first team coach Clark simply drove everyone back home to avoid getting together to make trouble.

Drogba had already told reporters at the scene when he walked out of Cobham's door at noon: he will seek a transfer soon!

The club understands that Jose has the support of almost everyone except them. During periods of intense emotional turmoil for players, it is better not to let them get together. At the same time, the club urgently calls captain Terry to Stamford Bridge to discuss countermeasures.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Ai's agent Schlappner's team arrived; at three o'clock in the afternoon, Inter Milan's negotiating team arrived, and negotiations began immediately. Since the previous negotiations have reached 95%, there is only a little boring wrangling about the payment method, so with the intention of all three parties, the progress is extremely smooth.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Wang Ai's family waited for the drunken Schlappner in the gym. The old man patted his chest happily and said: The negotiation has been completed and the contract will be signed as soon as possible tomorrow. As soon as the winter window opens, it will be fulfilled immediately.

Xu Qinglian offered the old man a cup of sober tea: "What about the specific terms?"

The old man thanked him and sat down on the leather cushion: "46 million plus Adriano, wow, Milan spent 15 million to get him three years ago, you are worth 61 million, wow! "

Wang Ai pulled his arm and smiled: "Actually, he is not that high. Ade's current worth is at most 8 million. He is no longer a king."

"Yes." Schlappner pointed at Wang Ai drunkly and confusedly: "The new king is enthroned, and the old king is about to abdicate."

Wang Ai laughed, let go of his arms, and sat on the mat as Schlapner, "Thank you, Klaus."

Schlappner leaned back and raised his arms; "I, Klaus Schlappner, the broker who became a monk halfway, finally has a big guy worth 60 million! I'm also a big broker, haha !"

The old man obviously drank too much. Wang Ai stayed with the old man for a while before he personally helped him to the third floor guest room and arranged for the old man and his assistant to rest. Wang Ai doesn't understand the job of the agent, but it must be a must. This time the negotiation went smoothly, mainly due to the hard work of the entire CY Sports Athletic Company including Leoni this summer.

The 5% of various commissions signed by Wang Ai and the company is good value for money.

Sending the old man back, Xu Qinglian and the four of them were still doing yoga together, smiling in the mirror and said: "It's so expensive, the world's first worth?"

"No, in terms of pounds, I would probably be more than 40 million, compared to 70 million for Zidane six years ago."

"Why? Are you less effective than him?"

Wang Ai bent over to pick up the dumbbells, hung them on his feet, and looked up in the mirror. The four women inside were all looking intently. By the way, they were a little bit angry. Wang Ai laughed and said, "Isn't it related to me anyway?"

"What about the salary? I heard that Kaka's salary is 9 million. How much is it for you? 5.5 million?"

"He is not so high all at once, slowly rising, and advertising bonuses. As for me, I still need to prove that I can stand in Serie A and get the same performance in Serie A. Believe me, my salary is very high. I’ll catch up with him soon. Don’t forget, I’m transferring in the winter and I have half a year to get used to. As long as I perform well in that half of the year, it will be summer soon and I can discuss it again."

Wang Ai reached out and grabbed the horizontal bar, stretched a dozen times and gasped, "Besides, I actually don't like to raise my salary too high, which makes people jealous. Don't forget that I am Chinese and I am a minority. I prefer to increase my proportion in terms of advertising revenue, so that it is concealed and unobtrusive, the club is easier to accept, and I earn a little bit more."

"Aren't you going to sell the domestic three deals to Inter Milan?"

"No way, Inter Milan has a lot of influence in the country. Do you know how many people call me this summer? Those old men are going crazy. I have always been a child in their eyes, no matter how I am at Chelsea , Are all a bit inconspicuous. Now, I will become a part of their former youth love and dreams. Can you understand their complex emotions about the passing of youth, the infinite beauty, and the growth of a new generation? In short, the joint between me and Inter Milan is a more extensive and thorough mobilization of the Chinese market. My potential consumers will also extend from younger and professional fans to the whole society. Also, internationally, Inter Milan is far better than Chelsea. A more powerful source of radiation, where I stand, is equivalent to using a much larger speaker to call out my name to the world."

"As for income, CY Sports has calculated that according to the current contract, my total income will rise by at least 20%. Don't forget, China is a big country, and China is the only one, and they, including Kaka, are not in the country. Big, and not the only one. So my negotiation is destined to focus not on salary."

"I still hope you can be the first worth." Constance muttered with her head bent back.

After Wang Ai finished the horizontal bar movement, he wiped his sweat, walked behind Kang Si, looked down at her small face turned upside down, curled two fingers, and flicked her forehead: "There will be."

Wang Ai walked to the dumbbells and turned his back to Conse: "Working with me, you must pay attention to my particularity. Some secular standards may not suit me. When I get two awards, Zidane's record is destined to be Refresh. Actually, Kangsi, your popularity in Chinese society is no less than that of a general female star. There are at least tens of millions of people who know you, which is impossible for other star assistants to achieve."

After Kang Si made a face behind her, she glanced at the inexplicable expressions of Xu Qinglian and the two female guards. Her body was cold: I seem to be stealing the show from the hostess.

At eleven o’clock in the evening, Wang Ai was the last one to go upstairs and was caught in the corner of the living room by Kang Si. The little girl nervously said: “The big tiger touched my face just now and said I did a good job. Me?"

"I think too much of you, she doesn't like being famous, so I wish someone would cover her." Wang Ai rubbed the little girl's head: "Don't worry, just tell her if she really wants to eat."

Watching Kang Si bounce back to the room, Wang Ai smiled, went upstairs to his bedroom, took off his coat three times, and fell on the bed with a bang.

After a while, Wang Ai touched Xu Qinglian's head: "Does my music box want to sing?"

The response was a punch, "Two big things are done in one day, can't you sleep?"

"It's a bit, a bit messy, there are too many variables, and I can't figure it out for a while." Wang Ai shook his legs: "And, tomorrow, it will be lively."