The Midfield Master

"Uncle Xia, how is your health? Are you okay?" Feng Bo sat down, looked at Xia Jinhua, and asked with concern.

"It's nothing, it's just that old people are useless, and it seems that the days are coming to an end." Xia Jinhua said while shaking his head.

"That can't be done. Now Ozawa has the ability to earn money for you to enjoy." Feng Bo said with a sneer, and then he took a breath, a little worried: "Unlike me, the business is getting worse..."

Although Xia's mother has always been a sanitation worker, she is very good at reading people's faces. At this time, seeing Feng Bo's tone of voice is wrong, she quickly asked: "Uncle Feng, is there something wrong with the company?"

"Sigh, the company has lost tens of millions of dollars in recent player transfers, and it's about to fail. Sigh, let's not talk about this..." Feng Bo hesitated to say a few words.

When Xia's mother heard the words, she was also frowning, and wanted to say something to comfort her, but she couldn't think of any words. For a while, the living room was filled with sub-depressed atmosphere, more pressing than the winter chill.

"Sister-in-law, Ozawa must have made money by playing football abroad now. Do you think the money from more than ten years ago can be..." Feng Bo said with some embarrassment.

When Xia's mother heard this, she also knew what the other party's intention was today. My family has been taken care of by Feng Bo for more than ten years, and even he and his wife often have conflicts over this. Now that their family is facing the danger of the company going bankrupt, they have to raise enough money anyway to get rid of the debt.

But 800,000 is not a small amount, how can you call Xia Mu to get it? Xia Ze has only been playing football for a few months. Even without Xia Jinhua's serious illness, he would not be able to repay this debt.

Just when Mother Xia was in trouble, the door of the house opened.

"Mom, I'm back." Xia Ze's figure appeared at the door of the hall, and when he saw Feng Bo sitting on the sofa, he said with some surprise: "Uncle Feng, you're here, I plan to go there in two days Look at you."

Feng Bo forced a smile and nodded.

Xia Ze noticed that the atmosphere was a bit weird, and then looked at the embarrassed expressions of his mother and grandfather, and said with some doubts: "Mom, what's going on?"

Seeing her son coming back, Xia's mother quickly pulled him aside and whispered something in Xia Ze's ear, regardless of Feng Bo's presence.

Feng Bo felt particularly uncomfortable during this time, because he didn't seem to be asking for debts from this family. He had lent the money back then, and never thought about getting it back.

But now the sudden situation forced him to take this step, otherwise the career he had worked so hard over the past few years would be ruined.

So Feng Bo had no choice but to bite the bullet and collect debts from the family of this friend who he had taken care of for more than ten years.

After learning about Feng Bo's intentions from his mother, Xia Ze felt a little puzzled in his heart. He couldn't figure out that Uncle Feng, whose company had always been doing well, would suddenly suffer losses and face the crisis of bankruptcy.

But he didn't have too many doubts, because he had already made up his mind. After he received his first salary from Maritimo, he decided to pay off the money owed to Feng Bo's family as soon as possible.

Although it is impossible to pay off the favors of the past ten years, at least he should pay back the debts that should belong to his family first, so as not to be criticized.

"Uncle Feng, I don't have so much cash with me now. I'll send it to your home within three days, is that okay?" Xia Ze walked over and said bluntly.

Feng Bo didn't expect that his nephew was really capable of repaying this debt. Looking at the confident Xia Ze in front of him, his uneasiness was a little less.

"Okay, then I'll go back first." Seeing that he had achieved the purpose of his trip, Feng Bo had no intention of staying here anymore, and hurriedly left Xia Ze's home.

"Xiao Ze, how can our family get so much money?" Mother Xia said worriedly.

"Mom, don't worry, I will find a way." Xia Ze gently grabbed his mother's arm and said comfortingly.

"Ozawa, no matter whether you pay it back or not, don't do anything wrong." Xia Jinhua, who had been silent all this time, said with a gloomy face.

"Well, I know."

...

Feeling uneasy, Feng Bo left Xia Ze's house. After returning to his own home, he went to the study, closed the door carefully, and told his family members not to disturb him, and then made a phone call.

"Hi, boss, it's me." Feng Bo said to the phone in English.

"Well, how are things going?" There was a calm middle-aged man's voice on the other side of the phone.

"Things have been done, but..." Feng Bo hesitated to speak.

"Just what?" The middle-aged man seemed impatient.

"Just using this method seems a bit inappropriate." Feng Bo said anxiously.

"There's nothing wrong with it. We didn't do anything illegal. As long as this thing succeeds in the end, you will be the person in charge of the whole of China from now on." The middle-aged man comforted.

"I will definitely do my best!" Feng Bo's uneasiness seemed to be swept away, leaving only a firm commitment.

...

In the middle of the night, Xia Ze was lying on the bed, and when he got out of bed, his younger brother snored regularly, rising and falling, adding a bit of summer irritability to this quiet winter night.

He was thinking about how to repay this debt, the huge amount of 800,000 yuan, he couldn't get it out for a while. Ask Uncle Hua to borrow money? Or ask Uncle Zhang to borrow money? Or ask for help from future father-in-law Wang Jingcun?

The only way he can think of now is to borrow money. As my grandfather said, if I don't go wrong, I can't make so much money in three days.

Perhaps it is possible to get this sum of money by signing an endorsement advertisement, but Tenonio is not in China at this time, and I have never thought about getting in touch with the endorsement advertisement so soon. After all, it may affect my playing football play.

When he was full of melancholy and couldn't sort it out, the phone by the bedside rang. It's past midnight, who is calling?

Xia Ze looked at the caller ID, but it turned out to be an international long-distance call from Portugal.

"Hello, who is it?" Xia Ze put on a coat, walked to the balcony, and answered the phone softly.

"Hello, is this Xia Ze?" The voice of a middle-aged man speaking Portuguese was quite calm.

"Yes, who are you?"

"Ah, hello Xia Ze, I didn't disturb your rest. I'm Mendes." The person over there finally reported his name, and it turned out to be Mendes.

"Mr. Mendez, what's the matter?" Xia Ze was dizzy again. Why did strange things happen one after another today?

"Xia Ze, I received news that you are in trouble with money in China, maybe I can help you." Mendes said in a harmonious voice.

"How do you know about this?" Xia Ze asked. His face was full of shock, he didn't expect that the other party would know that he was being pursued by Uncle Feng.

"I also have business in China, so I can naturally know the news between the players at the first time." Mendes said confidently: "If you are willing to join my agency, I can not only let you get rid of this trouble , and you will no longer be troubled by money in the future.”

Xia Ze was still in shock at this moment, but he didn't care about Mendes' words at all.

"Mr. Mendes, I can tell you very clearly that I already have an agent, please don't bother me in the future!" Xia Ze's tone was very decisive.

On the other side of the phone, Mendes seemed to sense the change in Xia Ze's tone this time, and suddenly fell silent.

After dozens of seconds of deathly silence, Mendez's voice finally sounded again.

"That's such a pity, I hope you won't regret it, Mr. Xia Ze." Although Mendes' voice was very peaceful, every word revealed a threat.

The negotiation broke down, and after Xia Ze hung up the phone, he knew that this time he had a deal with Mendes.

In an office in Lisbon, Portugal, Mendes sat on the sofa, gently closed the phone, poured a glass of red wine from the wine cabinet, stood in front of the French windows, and stared at the scenery outside the window.

The door of the office opened slightly, and a young man walked in. It was Mendes' assistant Richard.

"Boss, what can I do?" Richard walked behind Mendes and said respectfully.

"Xia Ze and Zhang Wei, the two Chinese boys, have failed in their solicitation. We need to find another target." Mendes said flatly, as if nothing had happened.

Richard was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that someone would refuse the boss's invitation again and again, as if he was making a joke about his own future. But he quickly heard what Mendes meant, and after a quick search in his mind, he immediately came up with the names of two people:

"Boss, among the Chinese players, Wu Lei who moved to Stuttgart is already a player of our company. Among other players playing in Europe, Wen Yinghuang who moved to Manchester United this summer and Shi Boyun who moved to Real Madrid have more potential."

"Then contact them and see, this time we can't fail again." Mendes said calmly but resolutely.

"Yes, I'll do it right away." After Richard took the order, he left the office.

...

"Xiaolin, do you know that Uncle Feng Bo's company cooperates with that European brokerage company?" Xia Ze asked Wang Xiaolin on the sidelines after training.

"Is it Uncle Feng's agency? I heard it's the branch of Mendes' agency in South China. What's wrong? Is Uncle Feng here to persuade you to join them?"

"No, it's nothing." Xia Ze said he was fine, but he was actually quite shocked in his heart.

Although he guessed that it might be Mendes' fault, he didn't expect Mendes and Feng Bo to have such a close relationship. Maybe Uncle Feng was also instructed by Mendes to collect debts from his family as a last resort.

What is the purpose? Of course it was to force himself to join his agency. Xia Ze has never understood why Mendes repeatedly threatened and lured him to join him.

I am just an ordinary young player in the Portuguese Super League. If it is because he has shown some potential, but in terms of the Portuguese Super League and even the entire world football, as long as Mendes is willing, he can dig as much as he wants. What about working hard?

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