Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

During the winter break, the five major leagues were suspended.

The players don't have to play football, and for them, it's a rare holiday time.

But the clubs are not standing still.

The head coaches, sporting directors, marketing directors, and player agents of each team are all working intensively.

The intensity of the work is even more intense than when the league is playing.

Every year for more than half a month, fans have no football game to watch, and can only repeatedly swipe the football news software every day to see if there is any relevant player transfer information.

Fans laughed and said that there were players who had scandals with other clubs, which was called Shangshu;

In the end, the transfer is reached, which is called the next tree.

Between the upper and lower trees of a player, it is a long process.

Even from the first second of the transfer window to the last second before closing, anything can happen!

Can my favorite star move to my favorite club?

My favorite club, can I buy a few big names?

The common probability is that you go up the tree until it falls, and the fans at the top of the tree don't come down!

Fans enjoyed the process, and that's the charm of the football transfer window, full of suspense and all kinds of bloody plots.

Just when Paris Saint-Germain, Real Madrid, Bayern Munich and many other giants tried to contact Ye Chen.

The first thing Ye Chen received was a call from Barrera, a loyal fan of the real Italian handsome king Ye Chen and a good neighbor upstairs.

"Hey, big star, what are you doing?"

Barrera's languid voice came over the phone.

Not long after the start of the winter break, this kid went on vacation to the beaches of southern Iberia.

"Yo, aren't you basking in the sun on the beach and watching bikini beauties, how can you call me?" What, is the beauty not good-looking, or is your belly smashed by hot pot cold beer last time, and it is thin again? "

Since the last time I ate that Sichuan-style hot pot with Green at Ye Chen's house.

Barrera's stomach was like a levee that had opened the gates, stretching thin for three days in a row, and he cried bitterly.

"Lying groove, don't talk about this, next time I eat hot pot I will be a dog!"

"By the way, let's get down to business, do you know Mendes?"

Mendes?

When Ye Chen heard this name, he had a giggle in his mind.

This is a thunderous name!

No one who plays in Europe's five major leagues doesn't know his name.



Jorge Mendes, Portuguese football agent, has controlled the European football transfer market since 2004.

Its players are numerous.

Cristiano Ronaldo, James Rodriguez, Bernardo Silva, Edson, Di Maria, Cancelo...

Many football superstars have signed Mendes, choosing this football-level agent to handle their own team transfers, contract renewals and other professional matters.

These areas involve a lot of professional terms and connections, and the average player can't figure it out and understand it.

So every year, Mendes can make a lot of money just by collecting player transfer commissions and 10% of players' annual salaries.

Even more profitable than some A-list stars!

"Of course you know, what's wrong?" Ye Chen asked.

"Hehe, it's good to know," Barrera's tone was very proud, and the strength of the handsome king came, "I'm going to change agents recently, Mendes just contacted me!"

"Ye Chen, Mendes knows that you don't have an agent, and he wants me to ask you, are you willing to sign with him?"

......

Two days later.

Grand Hotel Fia Milano.

The annual Mendes team dinner, held in a luxurious box on the top floor.

Taking advantage of the winter break of the league, all Mendes' players have time to gather together, meet and reminisce.

Before dinner time began, more than twenty players, three by three, gathered together and chatted in a large box of 200 square meters.

Mendes, dressed in a casual suit and sneakers, nestled in the corner of the sofa, is still typing messages quickly on his phone, working nervously.

Private room balcony.

In front of the wide floor-to-ceiling glass window, Juventus player Cristiano Ronaldo stands straight, his hands wrapped around his strong chest.

He watched the setting sun, and the afterglow cast a golden scarf on the Duomo of Milan in the distance.

"I love Milan, it's a city where fashion and classics come together." The Portuguese said with a pleasant look.

"In 17 years in Madrid, 18 years in London, and this year we had dinner in Milan, and Mr. Mendes was really tossed!"

The Real Madrid player on the side, Colombian James Rodríguez, complained.

Ronaldo glanced back at Mendes with a low-haired message and whispered to Rodriguez:

"It is said that Mr. Mendes is going to poach two Inter players, have you heard?"

Rodriguez shook his head, "Dude, I play at Real Madrid, you have been in Serie A for more than a year, and you should know better than me about Italian affairs."

Mendez finally finished sending the message, threw his phone on the couch, and let out a long breath.

Then glanced at the 80,000-pound Patek Philippe watch on his wrist.

"Boys, it's almost time, let's go to the table first and eat some fruit!"

Players scattered around the box walked towards the two round tables.

Mendes took his seat in the main seat first.

The other players did smile and stand in several rows.

Something seems to be waiting for.

Boom!

Manchester City's midfielder Bernardo Silva, who didn't know who pushed him, stumbled out of the crowd.

"Damn, what for, who pushed Lao Tzu!"

Bernardo Silva craned his neck and scolded everyone with a smile.

His Manchester City team-mate, goalkeeper Ederson, who is also a Mendes player, told him solemnly:

"According to our old rule of annual dinners, the most expensive person in the [German transfer market] media is seated first."

"No, at the end of the year, Dezhuan just renewed, you are worth exactly 100 million euros, 25 million higher than your eldest brother Ronaldo, so you sit down first, we dare to sit!"

As soon as these words came out, a burst of laughter broke out in the box!

Mendes was also smiling and watching his disciples joke, he liked these young people very much, full of energy.

Bernardo Silva smiled and pushed for a while, half pushing and half on the spot just wanted to take a seat.

A casual glimpse of his big brother of the Portuguese national team, Ronaldo, was standing two meters away, with his hands crossed at the waist, with a subtle expression, staring straight at himself.

Silva was shocked, and couldn't help but blush, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out, arguing:

"What the unscrupulous media said by Dezhuan can't count!"

"Ronaldo's worth is actually lower than mine, how can you take this kind of joke seriously!"

Then there were some words in the clouds, what "I am worth up to 50 million", what "worth does not represent level, I grew up watching Ronaldo play" and so on, which caused everyone to laugh, and the box was full of a happy atmosphere.

In the end, Ronaldo was the first to take a seat with a smile on his face amid the echo of everyone.

Although with the increase of age, the 34-year-old Ronaldo, the value has fallen a lot, no longer ranked among the world's most expensive players.

But.

With five golden goals, numerous club and national team honours, and a career goal-averse efficiency – Ronaldo's place among Mendes' players is undoubtedly the leading Big Brother!

He sat down first, and he deserved it!