I Am a Nobleman in England

"Sorry, it seems that tomorrow, I can't accompany you to play at Stonehenge."

After dinner, on the way back to the Southampton Port Spa Hotel in a Rolls Royce, Arthur looked at Jiang Lai who was thinking about something with a helpless expression on his face.

"It's okay. It's important to do business. Stonehenge can go anytime, right?"

Jiang Lai's frowning brows stretched out, and a charming smile appeared on his fair and pretty face. Hong Chun lightly opened, and said curiously: "It's just that I didn't think that a football club would be so cheap. I used to read reports. One or two billion pounds? 13 million pounds...Well, although there are already a lot, I always feel that they agreed too easily."

"Hehe, you don't really think that I will only spend 13 million pounds, do you?" Arthur smiled jokingly.

"Is there anything else in it?"

"Of course, the most important point is the club’s debts. This is why Southampton declared bankruptcy. After they were downgraded to the third tier, they couldn’t get funds from the bank. So, this 13 million pounds is the purchase of ownership of Southampton. The troubles within the club have to be passed on to me.

Hehe, they are not fools, let's take a look tomorrow, if the hole is too big, maybe I will return on the spot. "Arthur shook his head and laughed, explaining to Jiang Lai.

"It turned out to be like this." Jiang Lai nodded suddenly.

In fact, this is a very common phenomenon. It seems that when Mike Ashley, who was turned into a silly 13, **** and fat man by fans in 2007, bought Newcastle, he spent 80 million pounds, but after the acquisition was completed, check it out. After reading the accounts, it was discovered that Newcastle still had a debt of 70 million pounds.

Because of this, Ashley has declared to sell the team every year since he bought Newcastle, but the offer has always been more than 300 million pounds, and he is still reluctant to let go because he has successfully sold the team. Newcastle’s 70 million debt became 150 million pounds. . . . . .

However, Arthur couldn't think that the Southampton club he was going to take over would be so miserable. . . Yes, it's miserable, it's terrible!

On the following day, Arthur accompanied Jiang Lai for breakfast. After parting, he brought him with Nicolas Kotis and his team of six who came to the hotel to join him, as well as Arthur’s lawyer James and financial adviser Robert Lang. The two accountants drove together to the Saint’s famous Stampwood training base.

When Rolls-Royce arrived at the Stampwood Training Base, the club shareholders who had received the news earlier had already led people to wait at the door. As soon as they saw Arthur getting out of the car, they immediately greeted him.

"Good morning, Mr. Bolin!"

Arthur looked at the three shareholders with smiles on their faces, and the eyebrows behind him were somewhat worried. Therefore, he looked at his club management curiously and couldn't help but laugh repeatedly in his heart.

It seems that the club owners are about to sell the news of the Saints. The management of the club seems to have just received the news. The tall white middle-aged man with a gloomy face should be the club manager who just took office, otherwise why is it? What about the unhappiness after being betrayed?

However, Arthur only glanced at each other, not at all, because these people were just workers.

When the new boss takes over, the best thing they should do is worry about their future fate.

However, as the crowd walked into the Stampwood training base, everything that Arthur saw made his forehead start to show black lines, and the blue veins jumped.

Except for the turf, the mottled building, the rust-like traces left by the rain washed away, the other facilities all reveal a stale atmosphere, and what is even more is that it looks crowded. The office area of ​​the staff of various departments is a messy scene. I really don’t know what to say.

Arthur, finally believed, on the way here, why did Courtis jokingly said that the Saints staff had to go to the away locker room to look for sports drinks, tape measures, scissors and other materials left by the visiting team.

This is not a joke, this is TM's prevention, it is simply an amateur team.

No wonder they chose not to work at St. Mary’s Stadium and moved the club’s office space to the Stampwood Training Base, because this is the only place in Southampton that can continue to create value for the team, and only a group of people cultivated here Another group of young players is their way to make money.

In the curious and suspicious gazes of the club staff, everyone walked into the conference room and sat in opposite positions. As soon as they sat down, Arthur said meaningfully: "I think the saint is in a quagmire of relegation, and has no strength to struggle. It is the biggest dilemma facing, and now it seems that Southampton’s dilemma is not limited to this!"

"Ahem..."

The three shareholders sitting across from each other looked at each other a little embarrassedly, lowered their heads and coughed to hide their embarrassment, while the other club managements were even more ashamed. They all knew that the young man sitting across from was About to spend money to buy the club’s new owner, it just seems that they have left a not-so-good impression on the future new owner.

"It is indeed due to business problems that caused financial difficulties. I have to admit this. I hope that the Saints can be saved by Mr. Bolling in the future."

A shareholder who has completely lost his interest in the Southampton Club said without concealing that there is no way. The fact is the fact. The Saints are on the verge of collapse. This kind of thing cannot be covered up. It is not true to tell the truth.

"Hope." Arthur nodded faintly. "Then, let's start. Let's talk about the accounts and liabilities first. I only hope that this pit will not be too deep, and I can't climb it..."

Arthur's ridicule did not arouse laughter, but made the atmosphere serious and embarrassing.

The three shareholders looked at each other. They all saw helplessness from each other's face. Seeing that they hoped that the other party would pay to complete the transaction, their wish to check the accounts could not be achieved. Sure enough, no one was a fool.

The three shareholders directly ignored the somber-faced club manager who had been silent, and said to the chief financial officer: "Tell the truth."

"The club currently has a total debt of 18 million pounds, and a loan of 5 million pounds will expire in November..."

Well, no wonder it is on the verge of a crash. The funds in the account are-18 million pounds, and the loan of 5 million will be repaid immediately. The players cannot be sold and the money is not paid. It is not a crash!

However, Arthur, who was already mentally prepared, did not stand up and leave because it was within his acceptable range. If the other party manages well, it would not sell the club so cheaply.

Arthur listened very patiently to the detailed report of the club's financial director, and the other party was indeed reporting the truth, not hiding it. He even gave a detailed introduction of the income and expenditures of selling players in the past two years.

"...Wait, you just said that when Gareth Bale was sold to Tottenham, there was a transfer clause?"

Arthur suddenly interrupted the other party's report, but frowned, staring at the other party sharply, and asked with a hint of surprise in his tone.

"Yes, this transfer clause is that we will receive 15% of any future transfer fee from Bell. However, some time ago, due to financial difficulties, we negotiated with Tottenham and gave up this clause as a condition. The Spurs received a compensation of 3 million pounds, but Tottenham’s reply has to be considered, and there has been no reply yet."

“In fact, it’s okay to give up. The club can at least get a small part of the training cost from Bell’s future transfer fee, about 2.5%.” At this time, the new club manager who has remained silent explained.

Go to 2.5% of Nima!

Arthur cursed directly in his heart~www.NovelMTL.com~ and glanced at the other person with some indifference. If he really followed this advice, he would definitely regret the depressed vomiting blood after two years.

Who didn't know that the Grand Saint Bell was bought by the local tyrant Golden Real Madrid for 91 million euros. This clause alone would be enough to earn back the funds to buy the Saints Club!

This is really an unexpected surprise!

Tsk tsk, the saints have trained Bell for a while, and in the future they can still have a bite of thick soup!

However, Arthur was not overjoyed, but still very calmly continued to signal the financial director to go on. As for the club manager, he just ignored him, that is, the unlucky person waiting for the trial of fate.

After the chief financial officer finished his report, Arthur turned his attention to the three shareholders who looked a little worried and said: "I know the basic situation, so let's let the lawyers draft the contract. After an hour, We celebrate with champagne!"

"no problem!"

The three shareholders who were still worried heard Arthur's words and happily said in unison.

After a brief period of embarrassment, looking at Arthur, the four of them shook their heads and laughed unanimously. Now one is determined to buy, and all three have to sell, there is no obstacle at all.

I just don't know the future. After you know that a single transfer clause can get me back, will you regret today's decision?