Golden Greenery

Zhuoyang and piggy meet Raoula just out of the parking lot.

Raiola made an "OK" sign for the pig. "Bastian, it's done, exactly as we said yesterday. You can sign it sometime and the new contract will come into effect immediately. I am sure you will be very satisfied with the new contract. "

"Thank you, Milo. You're wonderful, you know." Piggy thumbs up to Raiola.

"Without a contract that the great Raiola can't negotiate, Angus Mullen is as vulnerable as a little girl to me." With Zhuoyang in, Raiola boasted proudly. "He's no match for me, Emperor Milo."

"Well, Bastian, go to training first. I'd like to talk to Mr. Zhuoyang alone." Laiola said to piggy, and piggy went to Zhuoyang.

Raiola will exert her own momentum and bullying to subdue Zhuoyang again, just like the old Wuxing mountain of Tang Dynasty saves the great sage, but the subduing can only rely on the tight hoop charm.

What does this fat man want to tell me? Zhuoyang wondered.

"Yes, fat man. It's only half a day since you've settled the contract for five people. It's awesome. " Zhuoyang first praised Raiola.

"Drow, see? That's the difference between having an agent and not having one. In the youth team before, your salary was the highest, but now they have far exceeded you. " This point, laiola is telling the truth.

"Believe it or not, fat man, the club will come to me to discuss the contract again soon. Bet you're not fat? " Zhuoyang is confident because the club is also full of smart people.

"What kind of feelings do you have to share..." Before Raiola had finished speaking, he was interrupted by a member of the staff of the club who came to him.

"Zhuo, the club asked me to inform you and go to the chairman's office to renegotiate the contract."

Zhuoyang is satisfied and doesn't want to. He looks at laiola with "I'm right.".

Raiola: "..."

"And, fat man, you're really dark." Zhuoyang continues to run on Raiola. "Don't think I don't understand. I've learned that most brokers smoke 7% and many others smoke 5%. what about you? Do you lose 10% commission? Fat. "

"Hey, you don't understand that." When it comes to his expertise, Raiola is very confident. "So to tell you, if you and the club can talk about a million a year's salary, and a 7% commission agent can talk about a million and a half for you. And I, the great Raiola, can talk to you about two million salaries. This is my value. "

"Yes, fat man. Then you can talk for me now. If you can talk about the annual salary of 2 million yuan, I will sign a contract with you immediately. How are you doing? "

Raiola: "..."

Raiola doesn't know why. Many young players are nervous when they see him. When he gets angry, the little guys can pee. However, he has no way to take the Chinese kid in front of him.

No way! Raoula thought: it seems that I have to be tough to let him understand my ability.

"Hey! Boy. " Raiola straightened up, his eyes shining straight at Zhuoyang. "You have to call me Mr. Raiola, who I respect, or Milo. Don't call me fat! "

Falcon like eyes with a low voice, coupled with the clothes of the godfather of the dark society, the cold and serious expression on his face, the temperament of Raoula in the moment is exorbitant and overbearing. The air around him seemed to freeze, and the sky seemed to suddenly darken. Raiola seemed to be the undisputed center between the dark heaven and the earth. He could clearly see that his whole body was shining with awe inspiring light.

"Pooh -" Zhuoyang couldn't help laughing. "I said fat man, are you ready to sing when you make such an unfortunate expression? I still want to say a cross talk. Are you through with the movie? "

Raoulaton quickly withered like a balloon pierced by a needle, and the spirit sucking method failed in an all-round way.

"Anyway, you don't call me fat anymore." Raiola's face was sad, and her tone was pitiful. "I'm really a big shot."

"Come on, fat man. Everything is passing, god horse is floating, don't care about the details. " Zhuoyang could not help but answer with a smile.

"Alas --" Raiola sighed to the sky and felt sad. I've been around Europe for many years, but I've always been weak in front of this guy. I can't get rid of him. I can't get angry. Do I owe him in my last life?

The winter wind blew over the canal, over the birch trees on the bank, over Milo Raiola's hair, and over his heart.

"Well, Zhuo, I can help you to have a free talk with the club and sign your contract again." "You just need to train hard and play hard. I'll help you with these things," said Raiola. But I hope you turn down other agents before seriously talking to me again. " He just couldn't give up Zhuoyang."No problem, fat man, you're not bad. Make things beautiful and invite you to dinner later. " Zhuoyang is happy to be the manager, and he is quite recognized for Raiola's ability. After all, fat people have a great reputation among players.

In this way, two people huddled in Raiola's car, Zhuoyang signed a temporary entrustment agreement, and introduced the details of his contract to fat man in detail.

Zhuoyang waved to train, and Raiola sat in the car for a while, silent, then slapped her fat forehead twice.

When the next car came, tiger body a shock, laiola has become that domineering full of football.

President Angus Mullen is like a ball of deflated leather, slumped in a leather chair, watching Sylvia puckering her full buttocks to clean the glass fragments on the floor, filled with grief and indignation.

The damned Italian, the damned vampire, the greedy leech in the wetland, the locust flying from Holland.

All of a sudden, chairman Mullen stared at Raiola, who was scolded in his heart, and walked in again.

Raiola went to the opposite side, sat down on the sofa, put her feet on the coffee table, and leaned comfortably against the back of the sofa.

"Let me introduce myself, Milo Raiola! Dear president Angus Mullen, my interim client, Mr. Zhuoyang, has entrusted me to come here on his behalf to discuss with the madiburg club all issues related to his contract. " With that, he took out the temporary power of attorney and raised it in his hand.

Poop!

Angus Mullen fell to the ground.