My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 55 Milan is looking for a gun
January 2012, 1, Milan, Italy.

Dick Law, head of negotiations at Arsenal, poked his head out of the plane and saw Milan Malpensa International Airport in winter.

Dick Lowe was in a suit and leather shoes as always, with an extraordinary bearing, and his silver hair was meticulously combed.

He frowned and felt the temperature outside the cabin, sighed, and walked out of the cabin.

Behind him, Chen Yao's clothes were more casual, and he followed step by step.

"Dick, don't be so formal... Wouldn't it be better to just treat it as a trip?"

Chen Yao greeted Wenger's close partner carefully with a smile on his face.

"I repeat, I don't want to hear you call my name..."

The old gentleman emphasized helplessly.

"Oh, by the way, and, I really don't understand, do you have a scouting system installed in your mind? Why do you want to buy something again?"

Dick Law recalled that a few days ago, he was still happily spending Christmas in London.

After Boxing Day, however, Wenger called him over and told himself it was time to travel.

When he set foot on the land of Italy again, Dick Law was in a daze. Why did he catch the Italians?
It's not that Dick Law doesn't want to go on a business trip because of his professionalism, but he doesn't understand why he has to come with him when he can solve the problem with a phone call.

When he asked Wenger this question, Wenger just told him seriously, "Dick, we have no money. In theory, we have no transfer budget in the winter window. You have to keep an eye on that kid, don't let him mess up." spend money."

At that time, Wenger pointed to Kearney's training ground and said: "His vision is really amazing. The young people he brought are really talented, but our scouting network didn't discover it."

"But..." Wenger said sadly, "Although the purchase price is not very expensive, if we negotiate a few more rounds, maybe we can lower the price a bit."

When he said this, Wenger in Dick Law's eyes was like a distressed child holding a piggy bank...

Pulling his thoughts from London back to Milan, the old gentleman stroked his hair gracefully. He actually doesn't have much complaints about the business trip. It's work, and it's his duty.

But if he behaved too obediently, wouldn't he be like a summoned beast? You have to hold on to the airs of the old man!
So Dick Law kept a cold face all the way, while Chen Yao smiled apologetically and coaxed the old gentleman timidly.

Come on, Dick Law is the one who can sign the contract. What if I make him angry and he loses his temper and refuses to buy me anyone?

"Forget it." Dick Law waved his hand, "So, where are we going?"

"3 Via Turati, Milan headquarters."

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AC Milan general manager Galliani, with his shiny bald head, received the first visitors of the new year in the office.

"Mr. Lao, Mr. Chen, please allow me to welcome you on behalf of Mr. Berlusconi...Well, but I am very busy. If you have anything to talk about, please just say so."

Galliani was not very interested in receiving these two guests. As the steward of Milan appointed by Berlusconi, Galliani almost independently supported the operation of the entire team.

With the changes in the Italian political arena, Berlusconi has been trapped in one whirlpool after another, and his investment in Milan has become less and less.

As an appendage of politics, Milan's fate is uncertain in the turbulent political struggle.

Berlusconi certainly hopes that Milan can maintain competitiveness and escort his political status, but it is obviously difficult for Lao Bei to become an evergreen tree in the political arena, and he does not want to spend too much resources on Milan.

And Galliani's task is to maintain Milan's wealthy appearance under the increasingly thin investment.

This job is really not done by humans.

At this time, Milan seemed to be still strong and strong, but Galliani was already thinking about which players could be sold at a good price to subsidize his family.

And these two Arsenal visitors...

Galliani is also very clear about Arsenal's situation. If his Milan has been in trouble for the past two years, then Arsenal has been in this trouble for five or six years.

Therefore, after confirming that Arsenal did not have the intention of spending 4000 million pounds to buy the Milan star, Galliani was in a slump and just wanted to get rid of these two beggars quickly.

"Mr. Galliani, the fact is, we want to buy this guy: Pierre-Emerick Aubameyang," Dick Law said.

"Pi... what's leather?"

Galliani had no memory of the man with the awkward name, and he stared at Dick Law suspiciously, wondering if he had come to the wrong place.

"Hmm...well, of course I know him."

Ginger was still old and hot, Galliani immediately covered up his blank expression, nodded solemnly, then turned on the computer and quickly looked it up.

"Pi...Pierre, right? Oh, aha, I like this kid."

After finding Aubameyang's information, Galliani just glanced at it and realized that this player has no future.

Joined the Milan youth training camp in 2007, wasted four years, was rented out in Monaco last season, played 23 times and scored two goals... This is still a striker...

Galliani recalled that a few years ago, the director of youth training gave him a list of players who he felt could adapt to Serie A.

And the rest of the players are dispensable.

Galliani is sure Aubameyang is not on that list.

"Mr. Galliani, just say it, we want him." Dick Law went straight to the point.

Galliani wanted to sell on the spot. This kind of player is a waste of salary.
However, Galliani also knew that the players Arsenal liked might be interesting, so they should not be sold at a low price.

"Mr. Lao, I like Pierme very much. I watched him grow up with my own eyes. He is the future of Milan..."

Galliani said emotionally.

"Pierre."

Chen Yao corrected.

"..." Galliani was speechless, "In short, I like this young man very much..."

"Let me just say it straight, Mr. Galliani." Dick Law spread his hands, "The only reason we like him is because he is young and cheap. We don't have much budget, so it's fine if you don't sell it. It's cheap anyway. There are a lot of young players, we just need a track and field athlete who can cover Van Persie for 10 minutes every game."

ah?so direct?

Galliani was stunned, then smiled and clapped his hands.

"Very good, Mr. Law. I appreciate your straightforwardness. In that case, I won't be pretentious."

Galliani pondered for a while, and said: "Pierre...to be fair, his performance is indeed not worth the high price. However, Milan has cultivated for so many years, and it must recover some training fees."

"Well, I remember you also bought players from Italy in the summer. How about we refer to their value... 300 million euros?"

Dick Law also showed a bright smile, like an old friend reunited who hasn't seen for many years.

"No, no, no, Mr. Galliani... To show our sincerity, how about we start with 150 million euros?"

　Forgot to ask for follow-up, yesterday should ask everyone to follow-up TT
　　
　
(End of this chapter)