In the conference room, Klopp looked unhappy, while Bielsa smiled like a proud cock.
He regretted it a little. If he had known better, he would not have been so anxious. It was also his fault that he was not firm and was shaken when the club told him.
Yes, it’s all the club’s big bosses’ fault, Klopp decisively dumped the blame!
In fact, he initially wanted to sign Mo Yang to Liverpool and then rent him to other leagues for training.
After waiting for a year or two, he completely cleaned up and took control of Liverpool, and then recalled him for reuse. Unfortunately, the club firmly believed in Chelsea's diagnosis and strongly opposed it, and finally brought out a labor certificate to hinder it!
Another reason why he didn't persist was because he felt compassion.
After getting to know Mo Yang through Gerald, he wanted to help this little guy who was living very hard.
If he is loaned out, even if a team takes over, Mo Yang's weekly salary will never be much higher.
As for directly signing into the team, with the talent Mo Yang has shown, it would be a matter of discussion. At this point, he sincerely considers this kid.
Seeing the joy and pride on Bielsa's face, Klopp suddenly smiled sinisterly.
Is Klopp the one who swallows his losses? Dreaming!
Mo Yang, who was on the side, saw Victor coming in with the contract and stared straight at it.
Until now, he was in a trance and felt a little unreal. The dream he had been dreaming about day and night had actually come true so easily and smoothly.
"No, Yang can only sign for two years at most, and then I will take him to Liverpool. He belongs to Anfield!"
"Fake, you scumbag really treats me as a nanny? Five years is my bottom line!"
"Madman, don't forget what you promised me, don't make me angry!"
"Hmph! I don't remember what I promised you!" Bielsa curled his lips. It was the God of Wealth who turned his back and refused to admit it.
"Are you talking about once?"
"Just say it!"
"Say it!"
"I said!"
"..."
It's rare to meet such a diamond in the rough. To hell with those damn promises! Mine! They're all mine! Bielsa roared like a marmot in his heart!
Mo Yang, who was out of his mind, was awakened by the fierce quarrel. He stared blankly at Klopp and Bielsa, with their big eyes staring at each other, their foreheads touching each other, like two angry bulls.
At this moment, to hell with all the upbringing and friendship! Give them two machetes and they will probably start working in the conference room right away!
"Mr. Klopp, as far as I know, Yang doesn't have an agent yet! Do you think it's up to Yang to decide the length of the contract?" Victor, who was sitting aside, was overjoyed and suddenly opened his mouth to assist Bielsa.
Hearing this, Bielsa's eyes lit up and he turned to look directly at Mo Yang.
At the same time, Klopp's fierce gaze instantly moved over, making Mo Yang tremble all over and his scalp went numb!
"Boy! If you dare to hit me in the face, I will kill you!"
The moment he saw Klopp's gaze, a gloomy word suddenly popped up in Mo Yang's mind. He was immediately excited and quickly said: "Mr. Klopp is my agent! Uh-huh, Lin,
Temporary!”
Bielsa was so angry that a mouthful of phlegm was stuck in his throat and his face was red. He couldn't see Klopp's threat at all, but there was nothing he could do. Everyone involved admitted it.
After a stalemate for a while, Mo Yang was kicked out of the conference room by the three people and stood outside the door for more than ten minutes.
Returning to the conference room, Mo Yang didn't know what Klopp said to them, but the two sides had reached an agreement.
As a result, Moyang signed a two-year contract with a weekly salary of 5,000 pounds. Leeds United will provide Moyang with dormitories and meals. What is even more outrageous is that Moyang's children will also have to be provided with a car for daily transportation.
Of course, the last condition was purely used by Klopp to disgust a certain dishonest turtle bastard.
Mo Yang happily signed his name on the contract, completing the first step towards his dream of embarking on a professional league.
In fact, he doesn't mind signing for a few more years. He just wants to play professionally now, and nothing else matters.
After signing the contract, Klopp left with his head held high. Before leaving, he specifically told Mo Yang that if he had any difficulties, he could call him directly.
Bielsa, on the other hand, felt a little sad. Also in pain was Victor, who was bleeding profusely after being hacked by Klopp.
"Belsa, you know, if there is no accident, Yang will soon emerge in world football and let the world see his amazing talent."
"It doesn't make any sense for you to ask him to sign for five years!"
"Once Yang becomes famous, there will be countless clubs waving those stinky pounds and euros to poach Yang."
"Belsa, Victor, this is reality, this is the tragedy of small clubs, you have to accept it if you can't accept it, this is the rule and it is fact!
"Believe me, I will definitely give you an offer you can't refuse when the time comes!"
"Yang does not belong to you, or even to Liverpool, he belongs to this world!"
Klopp's words kept echoing in Bielsa's mind, leaving him speechless for a long time, and his unwillingness finally turned into a long and leisurely sigh.
After being taken to the dormitory and arranged for accommodation, Moyang was called to the office by Bielsa.
"Yang, it's almost July now, and the English Championship is about to start in more than a month. During this period, you must integrate into the team as soon as possible, understand and be familiar with the team's playing tactics, otherwise I can only let you go.
On the bench."
"Of course, we will also try our best to help you integrate into the team!"
"Also, I suggest you increase your muscles. You are a bit too thin now."
"In modern professional football, if you don't have a strong body, injuries will accompany you throughout your career. If you don't want to become a glass man, you'd better follow my advice!"
"In this regard, you can find some coaches yourself, or find coaches on the team to help you."
Looking at the naive Mo Yang, Bielsa said a lot of things frankly and gave suggestions. At the same time, he also said that he would try his best to help Mo Yang integrate into the team.
"Do you have any more questions?"
"No, sir, thank you!" Mo Yang smiled shyly.
"Okay!" Bielsa nodded, "Then you go back and rest! I will take you to meet your teammates tomorrow morning!"
"Okay, bye, sir!" Mo Yang nodded, turned around and left the office and returned to the dormitory.
The dormitory is the single room Klopp fought for for Mo Yang. It is as big as a living room, with a single bed, sofa and desk, and a bathroom in the corner.
Mo Yang looked around and was still very satisfied.
Lying on the bed, turning over and over, the joy in my heart became more and more intense.
"By the way, how much is the weekly salary!" Suddenly, Mo Yang turned over and sat up, stunned.
"It seems like 5,000, a week?!"
Thinking of the weekly salary written on the contract, Mo Yang's eyes widened and he excitedly took out his cell phone and made a call directly.
"God, why is it you again! Oh my God! I know your salary is 5,000 a week! You have been signed by Leeds United!"
"Yang, please let me go! This is already the third phone call. You have called me three times in just three hours! Have you lost your memory?"
The phone was connected after a few rings. Before Mo Yang could speak, Jerad's somewhat collapsed begging for mercy came from the phone.
Mo Yang was stunned, and then he remembered that he had already called Gerald in the United States and Grandpa Reed in London.
"hey-hey……"
Hearing the silly laughter coming from the phone, Gerald almost collapsed.
But at the same time, he was still a little sad. He could probably guess why Mo Yang called him three times in a row. This was because he really had no one else to share his joy. He was Mo Yang's only friend.
Putting down the phone, Mo Yang collapsed on the bed, curled up, and his eyes gradually turned red.
He is homesick!
But since two years ago, he has never received any letters from home. When he wrote back, he heard nothing from him, and there was no phone in the village.
At this moment, he especially wanted to share the joy in his heart with his family.
【bite!】
[Cough! Cough! Saorui, it just got stuck! 】
[Congratulations to the host for getting the first professional contract in his career. It meets the conditions for opening hidden module 2. The mission system module has now been activated for you! 】
[Ding! British Championship Season Mission!]
[(Non-repeatable) Season Task 1: Win the British Championship, reward skill points +3! 】
[(Non-repeatable) Season Task 2: Obtain the best assist king award in the British Championship, and reward skill points +3! 】
[(Non-repeatable) Season Task 3: Obtain the English Championship Golden Boot Award, and reward skill points +2! 】
[(Non-repeatable) Season Task 4: Win the Championship Player of the Year Award and receive +2 skill points! 】
A series of notification sounds suddenly made Mo Yang stunned.