World Cup of Great Powers

Chapter 54 Maradona's teammates

"Zeng, don't be so anxious to refuse! At least you should ask which club it is first?"

"I won't go to any club!"

Zeng Zheng shook his head again.

He didn't let Santos say it, because he was afraid that after the other party said the name of the club, he couldn't help being distracted.

But now my domestic industry has just started, and it's not yet time to be a shopkeeper!
"Santos, to tell you the truth, I will take this team to compete in our country's B-level league after playing the Toulon Cup, so I don't have time to go to other places to work, so you should die!"

"Your country's league? Or B level? Zeng, did I hear correctly?"

Santos laughed loudly after hearing this, "Zeng, what you are doing is simply wasting time, wasting your talent, and wasting your life!"

"Maybe." Zeng Zheng shrugged, without denying it, "But what if it's worth it?"

"Fuck! Zeng, I really don't understand you Chinese!"

Santos yelled.

"You don't sell players, nor do you sell coaches and coaches. What do you want to do? Do you really think that the league that has just been held in your country for a few years can compete with the centuries-old European league?"

Seeing the hysterical Santos, Zeng Zheng turned around and said seriously, "Of course not!"

"However, someone always takes the first step in this matter, doesn't he?"

"Otherwise decades later, it will still be the same as it is now."

"Do you think we'll be content to lag behind?"

Hearing Zeng Zheng's answer, Santos fell silent.

He traveled all over the world for so many years and met all kinds of people.

I also naturally know how stubborn and persistent people like Zeng Zheng are.

Just when Santos was about to give up, Zeng Zheng suddenly said, "But if you have any good ideas, you can introduce them to me in advance."

"After these players learn the local language, I will release them as appropriate."

"You also know that it's not too difficult for a player to learn a language while playing football."

"Really?" Santos rolled his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, several plans for how to operate this type of player were generated in his mind.

Some players, either because of their youth or because of their studies, will always have some miscellaneous reasons and cannot be transferred to the intended team.

This period can range from a few months to a year or two, but as long as a suitable contract is signed, it will not affect the final result.

Even some clubs will sign a temporary contract after they have selected some players, and then observe for a while.

For players and clubs, leaving a "buffer period" is also a good choice.

"Of course it's true." Zeng Zheng blinked, "Just like you said, if these players are kept behind closed doors, they won't have much development in the future."

"After adapting to the league at home, I will let them go one after another."

"That's great, Zeng!" Santos smiled, stepped forward and took Zeng Zheng's arm again, "Zeng, I knew it, you are a guy who knows current affairs!"

"Come on, I have a treat tonight, I have booked the hotel, how about we talk about the transfer of these players?"

Zeng Zheng twitched his arm, but he didn't take the bait.

"Let's forget it, I'm going to be with the players tonight and celebrate them reaching the final."

The implication is that even if the player transfers, I don't want to talk to you.

Seeing that Zeng Zheng refused to let go, Santos finally released his big move.

"Wait, Zeng."

"What else?"

"I remember you just said that you are going to lead the team to compete in your country's league, right?"

"Yes, and then what?"

"Your national league is not so open that foreign aid is not allowed?"

"Of course not, foreign aid is still allowed."

"That's good, I have a few stars here, do you want to look at the information?"

Seeing Santos' mouse-like eyes blinking fiercely, Zeng Zheng really didn't like him at all.

This guy has two tricks.

One is a young player who is not deeply involved in the world, longs for fame and fortune, and is favored by wealthy families;
One is an old player who is about to retire and is eager to earn some more pension money.

"Forget it, I can't afford the 'star' transfer fee, and I don't even know where to get the players' salaries!"

In recent years, Santos has pitted countless second-tier stars, and this guy often eats at both ends, and after trapping players, traps the club.

Seeing Zeng Zheng's figure getting farther and farther away, Santos took a deep breath and shouted: "Maradona's teammates, aren't they qualified?"

Maradona!

These four words seemed to have infinite magic power, and instantly fixed Zeng Zheng's figure on the spot.

In this era, no one can refuse Maradona!
"Santos, are you kidding too much? Maradona's teammate? Is it Caniggia or Batistuta?"

"Zeng, you're the one joking with me!"

Santos shook his head, "Do you think it's possible?"

Zeng Zheng pondered for a while.

Batty is now leading Viola to qualify for the Champions League and has been nominated as the Argentine Footballer of the Year. It is a dream come true for him to come to China.

Kaniggia, the Son of the Wind, has a "schedule" completely.

He is not in good form at the moment, and has been distributed by Boca on loan to various small and medium-sized clubs in Europe in recent years.

Although he could train with the team at Boca, he could not enter the first team. This is definitely the worst time for Caniggia.

Why did Mao not let him come to China and let himself rescue him?
After expressing his thoughts, Santos pouted.

"Zeng, Marseille wanted to buy Caniggia this season, but Boca didn't sell it in the end. Do you know why?"

"Because of what?"

"This." Saying that, Santos made a "money" gesture.

"As long as you have money, you can really bring him to China."

As soon as he heard "money", Zeng Zheng immediately shook his head like a rattle.

I don't have the money to pay the exorbitant transfer fee!
"Who is that?"

Zeng Zheng thought about Maradona's soon-to-be-retired teammates one by one. It seemed that apart from Sergio Batista, who had coached Shenhua in his previous life, no one really could come to China, the "little boy" place" to play the league.

"Zeng, don't stick to Argentina! I don't know people in Argentina! Have you forgotten where I've been all these years?"

"Brazil?"

"That's right! I said Brazilians!"

Brazilian star?

Still a teammate of Maradona.

Is that the club mate?
That's too much!

"I'm too lazy to guess!" Zeng Zheng shook his head, "But whether it's Brazil or Argentina, do you think he can really come to China to play in the league?"

"Why not? He is playing well in the J-League in his childhood now, and his contract expires at the end of the season."

"If he doesn't leave home, he really plans to retire."

Speaking of this, Santos narrowed his eyes and whispered: "Think about it, he can play in the J-League, why can't he play with you for another year?"

"With such a star joining, your team will get a lot of exposure, right?"

Hearing this, Zeng Zheng frowned.

"I remember you just said, have you booked a hotel tonight?"

(End of this chapter)