The strongest blade in football

Chapter 98 The Wronged Evans
Wang Nuo met Vetten's brother-in-law, the manager named Evans.

He looked about 30 years old, wearing a decent business suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, clean-shaven, and carrying a delicate valentino briefcase.

There is no doubt that he looks like the kind of urbane "elite", white-collar workers who should be found in the high-end office buildings in Brussels.

In the early spring afternoon, the three sat in the restaurant by the river, enjoying the rare fine weather.

Sunshine, lemonade, milk tea, coffee, snacks, the environment is comfortable and relaxing.

Wang Nuo took the contract he signed with the club and took this time to let Evans take a look.

Evans was indeed a professional, and he pointed out a few problems after just a few glances.

He first asked Wang Nuo if he paid attention to the part about goal bonuses and Europa League promotion bonuses when he paid his salary last month.

Wang Nuo looked blank. He had a lot of money in his bank card, and he only remembered a rough figure. He didn't pay special attention to this.

Evans pointed to a certain line in the contract and said, "According to this clause, your part of the money is directly placed in a British insurance fund by the club."

"Insurance fund? What is that?" Wang Nuo was even more confused than before.

"It's equivalent to a second investment. You can understand that the club uses your money to do other things in the name of helping you manage your money."

"It is stated in the contract that several types of bonuses will be included in it. Now the amount involved is not much, but when you really earn a lot of money, it will no longer be a small sum."

"So I suggest you find the club to amend the contract and let them transfer the money directly to your bank card!"

"That is to say, my money was used by them to invest? And I didn't know it?" Wang Nuo asked.

Evans looked at Wang Nuo with sympathetic eyes and nodded.

"That's one. There's still a small problem with your contract, which is about income tax."

Evans continued, "They paid your income tax upfront for you, but it's not supposed to be deducted now, and it's a common gimmick."

"They will observe whether you can detect it. If you have not noticed it, then in the future transfer, the money they withheld in advance will disappear out of thin air, and you will lose again."

Evans spread his hands and asked, "Should you transfer at the end of this season?"

Wang Nuo thought about it, and said truthfully, "I'm not sure yet."

"If you don't leave this season, remember to ask the club to increase your salary after a while. Your salary, how to put it, is not worthy of your performance."

"To put it bluntly, some of the scouts hanging around you now have higher salaries than you!"

Then, Evans told Wang Nuo some other things.

Wang Nuoneng could feel that it might be because of the relationship with Viteante that Evans was really trying his best to help him and teach him to fight for the interests that belonged to him.

Because of this, Wang Nuo has mixed feelings in his heart. He has never thought that there are so many "holes" in his contract alone. Is he really an important part of the team's future?
He was very suspicious now.

There is a voice in Wang Nuo's heart, which is getting louder and louder these days-"You are a commodity!"

Evans saw Wang Nuo suddenly fell silent, and comforted him: "These are not big problems. Many young players will encounter them at the beginning. This does not mean that the club intends to cheat you. This is just their usual operation."

"So, speaking responsibly, you do need an agent." Evans showed a professional smile, "A professional person who can help you handle various things."

"Mike, don't deliberately scare him. I called you here today, but I didn't introduce you to be his agent."

Vetteant cut in bluntly. He knew Evans' tricks, and he didn't want it to continue.

It seems that Witt Ante is very dignified by his brother-in-law, and he directly puts the situation on Mike Evans without saving any face.

"Originally Wang Nuohui was your client, but now the situation has changed. He needs a more powerful agent. Can you help him find a suitable candidate?"

Evans was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't expect Veante to say that.

But he didn't look angry at all, he just looked embarrassed.

"It's a bit difficult."

"You've got to make it easy this time," Wittant said.

"Okay." Evans thought for a few seconds, then nodded, "I have a relationship with a real boss, I can try to contact him, but it will take some time, he is very busy."

"What's his name?" Wang Nuo asked.

Evans looked around and shook his head, although no one else was in the restaurant.

"Okay, you don't need to talk about it, but this matter is entrusted to you, and you must handle it well."

Witt Ante exhorted.

"Don't worry, give me a week or so," Evans said.

Wang Nuo was a little moved when he saw what Witt Ante did. He is not an idiot, and he understands that the coach is helping him wholeheartedly.

"Then please, thank you very much!"

Wang Nuo expressed his gratitude, offered to refill Evans' milk tea, and even bowed.

Wang Nuo is very fortunate to come to Vetteante today, the coach really helped him solve a big problem.

They chatted for a while, and Wang Nuo's cell phone rang suddenly.

Few people know his new number.

The caller ID was De Sutter, and Wang Nuo answered the phone. On the phone, De Sutter said that he was outside Wang Nuo's house, and asked Wang Nuo where he would be.

Wang Nuo glanced at Weitiante, who heard the voice on the other end of the phone and shook his head at him.

Wang Nuo reacted immediately and said, "I'm working out outside, and I'll be back in a while."

"Okay, don't worry about the child, I will wait for you here."

Wang Nuo knew that the meaning of this sentence could actually be understood as: Come back quickly.

De Sartre was always good at talking.

It seemed that he had something important to do, otherwise he would never have found Wang Nuo's house in person.

There was no way, Wang Nuo had no choice but to take a step first. Before leaving, he hugged the coach and Evans, and thanked him again.

He pretended to go to the toilet, then secretly bought the bill, left a tip, and then left.

The restaurant was silent for a full minute.

In the end, it was Evans who spoke first, with a trace of grievance in his voice.

"I don't understand why you hand him over to others, my good brother-in-law, which side are you on?"

Vetteant took a sip of coffee, then looked at Evans' face for several seconds.

"You should find reasons more from yourself, Mike."

"You have been in this business for several years, and I have introduced many clients to you. Frankly speaking, you haven't shown me any outstanding operations."

"There is no doubt that Wang Nuo is my best disciple. No kid can be as incredible as him, do you understand?"

"It's okay to be his agent, but you won't last long, and those really powerful guys will kick you out of the top position in the future."

"So it's better to become Wang Nuo's friend from the beginning."

"A broker is temporary, but a friend is forever."

"He is a good boy. As long as you help him sincerely, he will not forget your kindness. Take a long-term view."

(End of this chapter)