World Cup of Great Powers

"Zeng, don't refuse in such a hurry! At least you should first hear which club it is, right?"

"I won't go to any club!"

Zeng Zheng shook his head again.

He didn't let Santos say it because he was afraid that after the other party mentioned the name of the club, he couldn't help but have his own thoughts.

But now our domestic industry has just started, and it’s not yet time to become a hands-off shopkeeper!

"Santos, to tell you the truth, after the Toulon Cup, I will lead this team to compete in our country's B-League, so I don't have time to work elsewhere, so just give up!"

"What's your country's league? Or is it Class B? Zeng, did I hear that right?"

Santos laughed loudly after hearing this, "Zeng, you are simply wasting your time, your talents, and your life by doing this!"

"Maybe." Zeng Zheng shrugged, not denying it, "But what if it's worth it?"

"Fuck! Zeng, I really can't understand you Chinese!"

Santos yelled.

"You won't sell the players, nor the coaches. What do you want to do? Do you really think that your country's league, which has just been held for a few years, can compete with Europe's century-old leagues?"

Looking at the hysterical Santos, Zeng Zheng turned around and said seriously: "Of course not!"

"However, someone has to take the first step in this matter, right?"

"Otherwise, decades from now, it will still be the same as it is now."

"Do you think we'll be content to lag behind?"

After hearing Zeng Zheng's answer, Santos fell silent.

He has traveled all over the country for so many years and met all kinds of people.

We also naturally know how stubborn and persistent people like Zeng Zheng are.

Just when Santos was about to give up, Zeng Zheng suddenly said: "But if you have any good ideas, you can introduce them to me in advance."

"After these players learn the local language, I will release them as appropriate."

"You also know that it is not too difficult for players to learn a language while playing football."

"Really?" Santos' eyes rolled sharply.

In the blink of an eye, several plans on how to operate this type of player were generated in his mind.

Some players are unable to transfer to their intended teams either because they are young or because of their studies, or for some other miscellaneous reasons.

This period can range from a few months to a year or two at most, but it will not affect the final result as long as you have a suitable contract.

Some clubs will even sign a temporary contract after identifying some players and then observe them for a while.

For players and clubs, leaving a "buffer period" is also a good choice.

"Of course it's true." Zeng Zheng blinked, "Just like you said, if these players are allowed to work behind closed doors, they won't have much development in the future."

"After they adapt to the domestic league, I will let them go one after another."

"That's great, Zeng!" Santos smiled brightly, stepped forward and took Zeng Zheng's arm again, "Zeng, I know you are a guy who knows the current affairs!"

"Come on, I'm treating you tonight. I've booked the hotel. How about we talk about the transfer of these players?"

Zeng Zheng twitched his arm but did not take the bait.

"Forget it, I want to be with the team members tonight to celebrate them reaching the finals."

The implication is that even if the player transfers, I don't want to talk to you.

Seeing that Zeng Zheng refused to let go, Santos finally unleashed his ultimate move.

"Wait, Zeng."

"What else?"

"I remember you just said you wanted to lead the team to compete in your country's league, right?"

"Yes, what next?"

"Isn't your national league so open that it doesn't allow foreign players?"

"Of course not, foreign aid is still allowed to be brought in."

"That's good. I have a few stars here. Do you want to see the information?"

Seeing Santos' rat-like eyes blinking fiercely, Zeng Zheng really didn't have a good impression at all.

There are two things this guy does to deceive people.

One is a young player who is new to the world and longs for fame, fortune and the favor of a wealthy club;

One is to trap old players who are about to retire and are eager to make another fortune to save some pension money.

"Forget it, I can't afford the transfer fee for the 'star'. I don't even know where to get the player's salary!"

Santos has cheated countless second-tier stars over the years, and this guy often preys on both sides. After cheating the players, he cheats the club.

Seeing Zeng Zheng's figure getting further and further away, Santos took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Aren't Maradona's teammates qualified enough?"

Maradona!

These four words seemed to have infinite magic power, instantly freezing Zeng Zheng's figure on the spot.

In this era, no one can refuse Maradona!

"Santos, are you kidding a little too much? Maradona's teammate? Caniggia or Batistuta?"

"Zeng, you are kidding me!"

Santos shook his head, "Do you think this is possible?"

Zeng Zheng thought about it for a while.

Batty is currently leading the Viola Viola to qualify for the Champions League and was nominated for the Argentinian Footballer of the Year. It is simply a dream for him to come to China.

Caniggia, the Son of the Wind, is definitely "scheduled".

He is in poor form at the moment and has been sent out on loan to various small and medium-sized clubs in Europe by Boca in the past few years.

Although he could train with the team at Boca, he could not enter the first team. This was definitely the worst period for Caniggia.

Why didn't Mao let him come to China so that he could rescue him?

After expressing his thoughts, Santos curled his lips.

"Once, Marseille wanted to buy Caniggia this season, but in the end Boca didn't sell him. Do you know why?"

"Because of what?"

"This." As he said this, Santos made a "money" gesture.

"As long as you have money, you can really bring him to China."

As soon as he heard "money", Zeng Zheng immediately shook his head like a rattle.

I don’t have the money to pay the sky-high transfer fee!

"Who is that?"

Zeng Zheng thought about Maradona's teammates who were about to retire one by one in his mind. It seemed that except for Sergio Batista, who coached Shenhua in his previous life, there was really no one who could come to China.

place” to play in the league.

"Zeng, don't stick to Argentina! I'm not familiar with the people in Argentina either! Have you forgotten where I've been hanging out all these years?"

"Brazil?"

"That's right! I'm talking about Brazilians!"

Brazilian star?

Still a teammate of Maradona.

Are they club teammates?

That’s a lot!

"I'm too lazy to guess!" Zeng Zheng shook his head, "But whether it's Brazil or Argentina, do you think he can really come to China to play in the league?"

"Why not? He is currently playing well in the J-League, and his contract expires at the end of the season."

"If he doesn't find a new home, he really plans to retire."

Speaking of this, Santos narrowed his eyes and whispered: "Think about it, he can play in the J-League, why can't he play with you for one more year?"

"With such a star joining, your team will also get a lot of exposure, right?"

Hearing this, Zeng Zheng's brows eased.

"I remember you just said that you had booked a hotel for tonight?"