free people

Chapter 16
Obviously, he didn't enjoy the meal very much. After eating, Yang Feng said his goodbyes, as if he really just came to have such a meal.

Raul sent Yang Feng out, and said very apologetically, "I'm sorry, Yang, I didn't know this would happen, I hope it won't affect our friendship..."

"Of course not, there is nothing wrong with you, but..." Yang Feng shook hands with him, "I think I deserve better."

Raul tightened his hands, "Keep this confidence, Yang, I like the way you are now, a player, especially a striker should have such confidence, it will help you on the road of football Going higher and further, I now believe that your performance in those two games is not accidental, you are very close to success, brother."

"Yes, I can feel it," Yang Feng said, "I guess it's similar to what you felt after scoring your first goal at the Bernabeu."

A trance flashed in Raul's eyes.

How did you feel after you scored your first goal at the Bernabeu?When did you clearly know that you would be number one in the future?I can't remember clearly, I only know that my eyes at that time were the same as Yang Feng's now.

Inside, there is light.

Yang Feng clenched his fist with his right hand and thumped his chest, "Don't show that old man's nostalgic eyes, look at you, you are as strong as a cow, maybe you can wait until you retire with me."

"..." Raul shook his head, "Scoring a goal can really change people, but it's not like you in my impression."

"Then you have to learn to get used to it, because this is the real me..."

After a few more nonsense, the two of them bid farewell.

Although Carvajal was rejected, his contract did expire at the end of the season, and the club has already notified him that he would renew his contract. Although he is a second generation man, Yang Feng doesn't think he can outplay those people. A competent agent is indeed an urgent matter.

When I returned to Gelkirchen, I found a Mercedes-Benz G parked downstairs.

The rough and bold car body immediately attracted Yang Feng's attention, so much so that he almost ignored the fat man who was leaning on the car body and smoking.

A well-known fat man in the football world, a vampire whose head even surpassed Mendes' head in the agent world, Mino Raiola.

Unlike Mendes, who mainly focuses on Portuguese players, Raiola's brokerage tentacles are all over the world, and this fat man has a very vicious vision. Many stars have just emerged and others are still hesitating. He has already started. Yes, the level of professionalism is higher than that of many well-known scouts.

"Yang, or should I call you Feng according to the Chinese custom?" The fat man stepped forward, "Do you need me to introduce myself?"

"Of course not, Mr. Raiola, but I really didn't expect you to come to the door in person," Yang Feng said, "Has my cards reached this point?"

"Listen, you are a promising new superstar, and I am a famous manager who can turn a new star into a superstar. Isn't our meeting destined?"

"I just got back from a meeting with another agent and he said the same thing."

"Well, I'm a step late. After all, you can't expect all colleagues to be blind, but it looks like you guys didn't have a good chat?"

"A little bit," Yang Feng said, "He elevates himself too high, as if I'm the one who works for him."

"In my dictionary, there is no such thing as who works for whom, only common goals and common interests," Raiola said, "won't you invite me up for a drink?"

"I only have water and sports drinks, which may not be to your taste."

"If it were me, I would have at least two bottles of champagne," Raiola said, "because I like winning."

He wanted to wait for Yang Feng to say "I like it too", and then take advantage of the opportunity to say "Then we are the same kind of people", and then we can talk about it, but he didn't expect this kid to pretend to be deaf and dumb, so he just invited him up upstairs.

Raiola keenly felt that he seemed to miss this kid.

Whether he was a fan in his previous life or a player in this life, Yang Feng has heard of this fat man's style, and because of his ten years of memory, he knows more about fat than many people.

On the surface, Raiola said that he protects the interests of the players most, but in fact he has no bottom line to make money for himself. His representatives include Ibrahimovic, Boba, Harland, Donnarumma, Verratti, Dericht, etc. , basically every year they are popular in the transfer market, and most of them are good at things. Anyway, they do everything possible to steal money from the club-the last point must be what all agents and players are doing. But the most shrewd and the most unsightly, the only one who made most of the wealthy people turn their faces when they heard of it was Fatty.

The ass determines the head. From the player's point of view, Raiola did the right thing, but what makes many ambitious players feel guilty is that there are so many fierce players under this guy, and everyone earns a lot of money. The bowl is full, but there is no Golden Ball or World Footballer.

Of course, he can't let him take all the blame. After all, there are too many things involved in the golden ball, and the agent is only one aspect of it, but even from a metaphysical point of view, it makes people feel a little bit awkward.

With such prejudices, or the natural incompatibility between the three views and temperament, the subsequent conversation between the two did not go as smoothly as Raviola expected.

"You don't seem to like me very much?" Raiola said, "Because of what? My reputation?"

"It seems you know."

"We are on the same side," Raiola emphasized. "Greed, arrogance, hypocrisy, that's what they label me, because I always stand with my players! Be realistic, bro! You You are no longer a kid in the youth team, you should already know the truth about this green world, or are you just unwilling to believe it?"

From Raiola's point of view, this kid is a little... childish?
It's just too idealistic, imagining the football world too beautifully.

Football, at a high level, is belief and art, at the middle level, it is career and ideals, but at a low level, it is just business and games.

The entire career of a player is worth ten years at most, and the peak period is only a few years. If you don’t take advantage of this time to earn enough benefits for yourself, what will you rely on to maintain your life after retirement?
dream?
"I come from a football desert, and I have met too many people who are willing to stand with you. Fate has given me a great gift, allowing me to have a future that countless people dream of. This gift should have been ruined..." Yang Feng said, "Actually, we are the same kind of people, but I am more greedy than you because I want more."

If Raiola is proficient in Chinese culture, he will be able to translate this inexplicable jijiwaiwai well: he is both a bitch and an archway!
It's a pity that everyone's communication is not in the same dimension at all, and the final result is that La Pang left a note, with a sense of long-lost frustration and a little joke in his tone, "When you change your mind, you can always call I."

After rejecting two well-known agents in a row, one of them was an agent at the level of a predator. No matter what they valued was their own competitive strength or the commercial value represented behind it, the fact is that they were a little bit drifting.

But it's a joke, it doesn't even have the right to be picky, and it's a woolen hook.

When Yang Feng had already resigned to his fate and was about to spend money to hire a professional lawyer to personally fight with the club to discuss the renewal of the contract, another big boss Wen Feng came.

(End of this chapter)