There is a dream called football

"Cesar, the people on my side are keeping an eye on Jose, but there is no movement. What about your side?"

The Sun is indeed the most powerful gossip newspaper in Europe, and even Abramovich's whereabouts were traced by him.

"On a private yacht."

"There's nothing we can do about it, we can't get up there."

Cesar also understands this truth. You can take photos and conduct interviews in public places, but once you reach a private place, it is illegal to take secret photos.

The Sun is not afraid of lawsuits, but considering that the other party is a wealthy person, this... still needs to be weighed.

"You don't need to be an official here, just keep an eye on the club."

"ok."

*****

Lopez stared, but he couldn't actually see anything. He only knew that Mourinho's car seemed to have entered the base.

"It would be nice if I could find someone to ask."

At this moment, Lopez saw Li Qiao and Maniche come out. Both of them were hitching a ride on someone else's ride. Li Qiao didn't have a car, and Maniche was lazy.

The two people standing on the roadside became prey in Lopez's eyes.

Maniche and Li Qiao were chatting and laughing when someone suddenly came up to talk to them.

"Hello."

Maniche pointed at the other person, "I seem to remember you, you should be a reporter."

"Yes, Lopez from the Record."

Li Qiao also remembered the other party and said a few polite words.

"The next step is to play Real Madrid."

Li Qiao and Maniche exchanged glances. It seemed that they were here to get information. This kind of situation is not uncommon. Just play Tai Chi with them.

Maniche took the initiative and said: "Real Madrid is a difficult opponent. Do you think we have a 10% chance of winning?"

Lopez thought to himself, I'll give it a try, are you a reporter or am I a reporter?

"I think it's 50-50. Porto is not what it used to be. Even in terms of odds offered by bookmakers, you are second only to Real Madrid."

"Really? Then should we buy some?" Maniche chuckled.

"You should buy some." Li Qiao also smiled.

At this moment, Baia's car passed by. He knew Lopez, and Maniche made a gesture of emergency. Players should keep a distance from reporters. They should not get too close, and of course they should not offend.

Baiya honked the car horn and said, "Get in the car."

"Finally saved." Li Qiao and Maniche breathed a sigh of relief.

Lopez's mouth moved, but no words came out, as if he had suddenly become mute.

Looking at the back of the car leaving, Lopez wondered: "Is there really something going on with the club? You are so tight-lipped today."

*****

Mourinho was a little nervous on the helicopter. It was his first time flying in such a small plane and it felt very bumpy.

"I feel like I'm about to fall apart. This plane feels really ordinary."

"Small airplanes are like this, and we are on the sea, and the airflow is unstable."

Mourinho nodded.

After about 15 minutes, a yacht with a helipad appeared in front of us.

"Is this a yacht?"

Mourinho thought he saw a warship, got off the helicopter, and several men in black quickly came forward to greet him.

"This way please."

After getting on the elevator, Mourinho and Mendes soon came to a spacious hall. This was a fan-shaped room with a very good viewing angle, and they could see the sea in front of them.

Just when Mourinho was fascinated, a voice came from behind.

“Isn’t the scenery nice?”

Roman Abramovich.

This was the first time Mourinho met Abramovich, and this was how he met the man who would later influence each other's lives.

"Hello, Roman."

"Hello, Jose."

The three of them sat down, with several blond beauties standing next to them. Abu smiled and said, "We can talk as much as we like. They are Russians and don't speak English."

Abu said something to them in Russian, and then someone handed them water.

When they met for the first time, the atmosphere was a bit reserved. After a while, Mourinho decided to take the initiative to break the deadlock.

"Roman, do you know football?"

This question is very interesting, because there are rumors that Abramovich’s real purpose of acquiring Chelsea is money laundering, that is, to transfer his assets in Russia.

"Of course, the former Soviet Union was the runner-up in the European Cup. We love football very much."

"No, I mean..."

Mourinho and Mendes exchanged glances, and this tiny detail was keenly captured by Abramovich.

"It's okay, just tell me."

Mourinho paused and said in a somewhat stiff tone: "There are rumors in the outside world that you invest in football to launder money."

"Hahaha."

Abu was happy, tell the truth, yes!

Russia is cracking down on oligarchs at this time, and Abramovich is one of the most famous oligarchs, but this is not entirely true, because Abramovich is indeed interested in football.

But Abramovich doesn't want to be honest about his true inner thoughts. After all, investing in Chelsea only costs hundreds of millions of pounds, and he has tens of billions of pounds. There is no need for him to be honest about his true thoughts in front of Mourinho.

Mourinho said: "To be precise, I invest in football to make money."

"Make money?" Mourinho smiled: "Then you may be disappointed. The football club has been burning money for ten years and it is impossible to make money for you."

"Then think of it as a long-term investment."

Abramovich knocked on the table lightly, and the beautiful woman next to him added some champagne to him, "I know what you mean, you are worried that I am a short-term investment. I can guarantee you that my investment in Chelsea will last for a long time.

"

Mourinho nodded. The other party is the boss, and many things are his privacy. For Mourinho himself, it is enough for the club to remain stable for five years.

"Well, Roman, please understand, I have to know that this club is stable before I go."

"I can understand it, and this is what we should understand. There is no problem."

"How about we chat while eating, what do you think?"

Mourinho smiled and said yes, Abramovich said something in Russian to the people around him, and then the food was served.

From this point we can see Abramovich's strength. He did not let Mourinho order his own dishes, but specified what he thought was good.

"They are all Russian dishes. I don't know if you like them or not, but I am the one who makes my own decisions. I think you should try them."

Mendes took a sip of beet soup. It was not bad.

“Delicious.”

Mourinho took a bite of the stewed beef in a pot. The beef was stewed very well and it melted in your mouth. Mourinho gave a thumbs up and said, "It's very good, I like it."

There is no banquet culture in foreign countries, but talking about things while eating should be universally applicable. It may be because people are more relaxed and happy when eating, and it is more comfortable to talk about things in this case.

While eating and drinking, Abu suddenly asked: "I want to know what your thoughts on salary are."

Mourinho thought to himself, "Finally we're getting to the point."