The Midfield Master

"David, I think you should start as soon as possible. This kid is really talented. I'm afraid he has attracted the attention of other teams." The man in black who was sitting among the fans of the home team during the game just now was outside the stadium on the phone.

"Toninho, I watched the video of this Chinese kid's last game. It did show something different, but I think we should be more cautious. I don't want the club to repeat the same thing as signing Beibei. Mistake." The man named David responded.

"Okay, so should I come back now, or should I observe in Portugal for a while?"

"You can observe for a while and make a detailed report. If I have time after a while, I will also come to Portugal to watch this kid's game."

"Okay, that's it for now, goodbye."

"goodbye."

Toninho hung up the phone, looked at the Farence Arena with some concern, shook his head, and left.

In a luxurious office in Porto, Portugal, an old man in his 70s with gray hair was sitting on the sofa.

Sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man in his 40s, wearing a suit and leather shoes. His hair was neatly arranged with pomade. He looked bright and energetic.

The two were looking at the 49-inch big screen in front of them at this time. A football match was being played on the TV, and the camera was always on a player.

This is an edited video collection, and the protagonist is undoubtedly the No. 26 player in the red and green jersey who repeatedly appears in front of the camera.

After watching for a while, the old man stopped the video, turned around, looked at the clean-shaven middle-aged man in front of him, showed a wise smile, and then slowly said: "Jorge , what do you think of this kid?"

"Mr. Costa, this Chinese player is indeed very talented, and his appearance is also very good, he is a good seed." The middle-aged man named Jorge over there replied calmly.

His tone was moderate, showing both a touch of respect for the old man and self-respect for his own status.

"I want him, can you help me?" The old man named Costa finally expressed his original intention.

"Mr. Costa, with the Porto club's status in Portugal, which young talent would you not get?" Jorge said slightly flatteringly.

"Haha, Jorge, you are still so humorous." Costa laughed dryly, and then his face sank: "I don't want the two teams in Lisbon to get ahead of me, so I hope you can help. You know, we've worked together many times and it's been a pleasure every time."

After hearing this sentence, Howers pondered for a while, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, he raised his head, stared at Costa with eagle-like eyes, and slowly said a few words: "Okay, I promise you."

There was a satisfied smile on Costa's face.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the office. After Costa responded, a young secretary walked in with a few documents, put them on the coffee table, and walked out.

"Jorge, this is the information of three young players from Maritimo. I want these three people." Costa handed the three documents to Jorge and said with firm eyes.

"Three people?" Jorge was slightly surprised. He originally thought that the other party was just interested in one player.

"Well, it shouldn't matter to you." Costa nodded and said in a deep thought: "I haven't heard of any player who refuses to let the famous Jorge Mendes be their broker."

Jorge Mendes, who was sitting opposite Costa, just smiled slightly when he heard this compliment, showing his confidence, took the document, stood up and shook hands with Costa and said: "Mr. Costa, wait for me News."

After speaking, he turned and left the office.

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two hours later,

Madeira Island Airport, a middle-aged man in a casual suit got off the plane and appeared at the airport. Beside him, a young man in his 20s was holding a briefcase and hurriedly following him.

This is Jorge Mendes, the biggest agent in European football, and his assistant. He appeared in this Portuguese resort today to meet three people.

Half an hour later, he appeared outside the Maritimo training base. Around the training base surrounded by barbed wire, he unexpectedly surrounded many fans, most of whom were teenagers and some young girls.

"Xia Ze, come on!"

"Xia Ze, you are amazing!"

"Xia Ze, can you come over and sign for me?"

...

The shouts of the fans all pointed at the same person——Xia Ze.

"It seems that this kid is quite popular." Mendes said to the assistant beside him with a smile.

"En." The assistant only responded cautiously. Mendes didn't mind either, still watching Maritimo's training with a slight smile.

It was already afternoon, the sun had already set towards the west, and Maritimo's second training session was coming to an end.

Mendes stood outside the barbed wire fence with great interest, observing Xia Ze, Zhang Wei and Di Keao. Although he is not a scout, but from the experience of dealing with players over the years, he knows that the three young players in front of him are indeed very talented.

Half an hour later, Maritimo's training session ended, and the shouts of the fans outside the training ground became louder. They were all waiting for the player they liked recently to come and sign for themselves.

After Xia Ze helped the team beat Athletic Farence in an away game the day before yesterday, there were suddenly more fans outside the training ground, almost all of them came for Xia Ze.

In the past two days, Xia Ze is also used to signing autographs and taking photos for fans after training. At this time, he often draws two good friends Zhang Wei and Di Keao.

After the training, Xia Ze came to the sidelines again to sign autographs for the little fans.

There are two Portuguese Super League teams in Madeira, in addition to Maritimo, there is also the National Athletic Team.

Most of the fans of the National Athletic Team are wealthy people with relatively high status in society; while Maritimo's supporters are mostly ordinary people and even poor people at the bottom of society.

Now looking for Xia Ze's autograph, there are a lot of ragged teenagers holding a worn-out football.

When Xia Ze saw these football boys who were worse than himself, he couldn't help feeling another wave of emotion in his heart, so he was more willing to meet their demands.

Because of Xia Ze, Zhang Wei and Di Ke'ao's impression in the hearts of these young fans has greatly increased.

In addition to this group of young fans, there are also a few beautiful girl fans who all support Xia Ze because of his handsome and upright image, which makes Xia Ze feel embarrassed.

After signing autographs for the long-awaited fans one by one, Xia Ze's eyes fell on Mendes who had been standing outside watching him. At this time, the young fans basically dispersed with satisfaction.

"Hello, can I chat with you?" Mendes came up and said politely.

"Who are you?" Xia Ze and the others looked at the two men in suits and leather shoes with some doubts.

"This is Jorge Mendes, a famous football agent." The assistant next to Mendes quickly introduced.

Hearing Mendez's name, both Zhang Wei and Di Keao gasped, they knew what the name represented.

Ronaldo, Nani, Pepe, Mourinho and other big-name stars and coaches, their agents are all Mendes, and this Mendes personally came to the door, his purpose is obvious.

"Wait a minute, we need to practice more." Xia Ze only twitched his brows, and replied calmly.

"Okay, then I'll wait here for your training to end." Mendes smiled, seemingly quite patiently.

Zhang Wei and Di Keao looked at Xia Ze, then at Mendes, with incredulous expressions on their faces.

They thought to themselves, as an unknown player, how could he treat the transfer giant Mendes so coldly? Amid complicated emotions, the two were pulled back by Xia Ze for special physical training.

At this time, the sky was approaching dusk, and the sun was gradually approaching the western horizon. The golden sunlight slanted around the Maritimo training ground, reflecting Mendes' neatly combed hair into golden yellow.

He still looked at Xia Ze and the others with a smile on his face, and he didn't feel angry at all because of Xia Ze's indifference just now. On the contrary, the assistant behind him had a slightly annoyed expression on his face, obviously aggrieved by the cold treatment his boss had received just now.

Half an hour later, the sun had sunk below the horizon, and the red sunset covered most of the sky.

Xia Ze, Zhang Wei and Di Keao walked out of the club's gate together, and Mendes, who had been waiting for them outside the gate for more than an hour, greeted them with a smile and shook hands with the three of them one by one.

"Xiao Ze, what are you doing?" At this time, Hua Yan who came to pick up Xia Ze and Zhang Wei asked in surprise after seeing this scene.

"Sister Yan, at this time Mendes, the famous agent Mendes!" Zhang Wei quickly said to Hua Yan, of course, he used Chinese.

When Hua Yan heard Mendes' name, her eyes widened. Even though she didn't watch football very much, she knew Mendes' name.

"Mr. Mendes, hello, I am their friend." Hua Yan shook hands with Mendes in surprise.

"Hi, beautiful lady." Mendes shook hands with Hua Yan in a gentlemanly manner. This 40-year-old middle-aged man is indeed very masculine.

"Let's find a place to sit down and talk." Hua Yan took the initiative to suggest, and she also knew that Mendes must have something to talk about when he came here to find Xia Ze and the others.

Moreover, this matter must have a very important impact on Xia Ze and their careers. After all, Jorge Mendes is recognized as the number one agent in football today, and he has successfully handled many transfers that shocked the world. .

So a group of six people sat down in a nearby coffee shop and talked slowly.

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