"Hey, hey!" Raiola quickly stopped, these bastards really dare to attack.ΩBiqu 　　ge

"Have you heard of Pavel Nedved?" Several people nodded.

"Dennis Bergkamp, ​​do you know?" Several people nodded again.

These two people are so famous. 'Ice Prince' Bergkamp joined Serie A giant Inter Milan in 1993 for a terrifying price of 13 million pounds. And Nedvěd was transferred to the Italian giants for a sky-high price of 41 million euros last year.

It will be Juventus. These are two top superstars, it is difficult not to know.

"Mark van Bommel, Zlatan Ibrahimovic, Gianluca Vialli, Wim Jonker..." Raiola counted a long list of names on his fingers. "They

, they are all my contracted players." Some of the six people nodded, some were confused, Zhuo Yang simply looked confused, he had never heard of anyone.

"And Lazio coach Zdenek Zeman is also my contract client." Raiola could finally take a sip of coffee comfortably.

"This guy seems to be real." Several people began to whisper among themselves. "I know all the people he talked about."

"What should we do? What does he mean? Does he want us to pay for medical expenses? Or does he want to sign a contract with us? Does he want to be our agent?" Several people were busy whispering, and Zhuo Yang was also busy with his head.

I walked around and listened to the brothers who were confused.

"Now, I officially invite you all to become my contract players. I will create a star road of success and wealth for you. I think you will like it very much." Raiola began to bewitch.

"I have very rich experience in cultivating young talented players like you. With my help, you will become world superstars!" Raiola was full of confidence.

"You're not a coach, how can you train us?" Zhuo Yang was a little confused.

"..." Raiola had a headache. "I will help you join the top club that is most suitable for you. This will be more conducive to your rapid growth."

"Oh, I think I understand. I understand the truth, but what's the benefit to me?" Zhuoyang doesn't care about other clubs, he just wants to know what he can get.

"..." Raiola was speechless, and patiently explained to Zhuo Yang. "Madibao is too small and not worthy of you at all. Big clubs are the ocean, and you can fly in a wider world." Qiao.

The tongue is like a reverb, if it were to be placed in China more than 2,000 years ago, Raiola would not let Su Qin and Zhang Yi.

"Oh, I think I understand. I understand the truth, but what's in it for me?" Zhuoyang still doesn't understand what he can get.

"..." Raiola was a little crazy. "I will help you ask for a higher salary from the club so that you can have more money."

Now Zhuo Yang understood that money is a good thing, and he has been short of it recently. "In other words, after I sign a contract with you, you will help me earn more salary without me having to pay club fees.

Shameless nonsense?"

"Bingdog!" Raiola nodded in agreement.

"Then here comes the question." Zhuo Yang continued to ask. "Mining technology...oh no, why do you want to help me? Are there any benefits to you? Are you Lei Feng?"

Raiola slapped his forehead twice with his hand, and he was about to collapse. Although he didn't understand what Lei Feng was, he understood what he meant.

This guy is obviously a stickman and doesn't understand anything. Is he a genius or an idiot?

Fortunately, the others were all sensible people, and everyone gave Zhuo Yang a popular science lesson on football agents. Raiola also quickly gave some detailed explanations. After ten minutes of tossing, Zhuo Yang finally

Understood.

"What? You want to take a 10% commission? Pull it off, fat man. One hundred thousand, you want ten thousand, one million, you want one hundred thousand, ten million, one hundred million..., my God! Fatty, this is what you are doing

It's a white wolf with empty gloves. Just go grab it." Zhuo Yang's mouth almost reached his ears: I don't have enough money to spend, why should I give you 10%? Negotiate with the club? Don't I have a mouth?

Raiola had a headache that was about to burst: Oh, it’s a waste of words, this kid still doesn’t understand, he’s just a mallet who can play football.

Mertesacker is a man of understanding. He said with a slight seriousness: "Mr. Raiola..."

"Call me Milo." Raiola corrected.

"Okay, Milo. This is a very cautious thing. I think we need to think about it carefully and discuss it with our family. So, I can't give you any answers now. But I think it won't take too long.

I will give you a clear answer within a few days." Mertesacker said clearly and rationally. "Also, during this period, I can't give you any promises, but I will give you priority and

You sign the contract."

Except for Zhuo Yang, several other people also expressed the same meaning.

Raiola took a look: OK, a sensible person is much better than a hammer. Raiola likes to deal with people with mature thinking, and it is nothing more than that everything is based on the interests of both parties. When it comes to how to maximize the interests,

Raiola has never defeated anyone.

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Mertesacker, Xiaozhu, second brother Montolivo, Scar Ribery, and De Jong went home at night, checked on the computer and asked friends in the circle, and soon everything became clear.

Awesome! Absolutely awesome! Raiola is a genuine and top-notch football agent. He has a very good reputation among professional players. Many players dream of becoming his contracted players. After discussions with their families, the five of them came to the conclusion that

Basically we have the answer.

Zhuoyang is not really that stubborn. After returning to the dormitory, he also carefully searched for some information about football agents on the computer. Finally, he figured out that they really don’t want your 10% for nothing. The agent will help you and the club.

I will break my skin and get more salary for you, I will help you contact commercials, and I will help you with all things other than football. As for the players themselves, they only need to concentrate on playing football well, and they have agents for everything else.

Help you get it done.

But none of this is attractive to Zhuoyang at the moment. He doesn't transfer, and he doesn't dare to shoot commercials. He plays football secretly behind his parents' back. Is he looking for death by shooting commercials? As for salary, he doesn't believe in the club.

How dare you give Xiaozhu and the others a salary increase without giving him a raise? There are other things to do, besides attending classes, training and competitions, Zhuo Yang has nothing to do.

Can your agent play the piano for me or go on a date with Rysakova for me? Bah! I spit on your face, you think so!
Chapter completed!