Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

During the winter break, the five major leagues were suspended.

The players don't have to play football, for them, this is a rare vacation time.

But the major clubs have not stopped.

The head coaches, sports directors, marketing directors, and player agents of each team are working intensively.

The work intensity is even more intense than when the league is in progress.

For more than half a month every year, fans don't watch football games, so they can only repeatedly check the football news software every day to see if there is any relevant player transfer information.

The fans laughed and said that some players have scandals with other clubs, which is called going up the tree;

Finally, the transfer is reached, which is called going down the tree.

A player has to go through a long process between going up and down the tree.

Even from the first second the transfer window opens to the last second before it closes, anything can happen!

Can my favorite star be transferred to my favorite club?

Can I buy a few big names for my favorite club?

The common probability is that the fans at the top of the tree did not come down until the tree collapsed!

The fans enjoyed this process very much, which is exactly the charm of the football transfer window, full of suspense and various bloody plots.

Just when Paris Saint-Germain, Real Madrid, Bayern Munich and many other giants were trying to contact Ye Chen.

The first thing Ye Chen received was a call from Barrera, the true handsome king of Italy, Ye Chen's loyal fan and good upstairs neighbor.

"Hey, big star, what are you doing?"

Barrera's lazy voice came from the phone.

Not long after the winter break started, this kid went to the beach in southern Iberia for vacation.

"Hey, aren't you basking in the sun on the beach and looking at beauties in bikinis? Why do you have the time to call me? What's the matter, is it because the beauties are not good-looking, or is it because your belly was rotten by hot pot and cold beer last time, and it's getting thin again?"

Since the last time I had the Sichuan-flavored hot pot with Green at Ye Chen's house.

Barrera's stomach was like a levee that had opened its gates, and it was swollen for three days in a row, complaining endlessly.

"Fuck, don't talk about it, I'll be a dog next time I eat hot pot!"

"By the way, let me tell you something serious, do you know Mendes?"

Mendez?

When Ye Chen heard this name, his mind skipped a beat.

This is a thunderous name!

No one who plays in the top five European leagues knows his name.

Jorge Mendes, Portuguese football agent, has dominated the European football transfer market since 2004.

There are countless big players under its flag.

Ronaldo, James Rodriguez, Bernardo Silva, Ederson, Di Maria, Cancelo...

Many football superstars have signed Mendes and chose this football hall-level agent to handle their professional matters such as team transfers and contract renewals.

These fields involve many professional terms and personal connections, and ordinary players can't handle them or understand them.

So every year, Mendes can earn a lot of money just by collecting player transfer commissions and 10% of the player's annual salary.

Even earning more than some first-line stars!

"Of course I know, what's wrong?" Ye Chen asked.

"Hey, it's good to know," Varela said in a very smug tone, and the handsome king's energy came on, "I'm going to change my agent recently, and Mendes just contacted me!"

"Ye Chen, Mendes knows that you don't have an agent, so he asked me to ask you, are you willing to sign with him?"

……

Two days later.

Grand Hotel Milano.

The annual Mendes team dinner is held in a luxury box on the top floor.

Taking advantage of the winter break of the league, all the players under Mendes have the time to gather together, meet each other, and catch up.

Dinner time hadn't even started yet, and more than 20 players gathered in twos and threes, chatting in a large box of [-] square meters.

Wearing a casual suit and sneakers, Mendes was nestled in a corner of the sofa, still typing information on his mobile phone rapidly, working nervously.

Box balcony.

In front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows, Juventus player Cristiano Ronaldo stood upright, with his hands wrapped around his strong chest.

He watched the sunset, and the afterglow cast a golden veil on the Milan Cathedral in the distance.

"I like Milan. It's a city that combines fashion and classics." The Portuguese said with a satisfied face.

"We were in Madrid in 17, London in 18, and this year we had dinner in Milan again. Mr. Mendes is really good at it!"

The Real Madrid player on the side, the Colombian James Rodriguez, complained.

Ronaldo glanced back at Mendes, who had lowered his hair, and said softly to Rodriguez:

"It is said that Mr. Mendes is going to recruit two players from Inter Milan, have you heard?"

Rodriguez shook his head, "Dude, I'm playing in Real Madrid. You've been in Serie A for more than a year. You should know more about Italy than I do."

Mendes finally finished sending the message, threw the phone on the sofa, and let out a long breath.

Then glanced at the £8 Patek Philippe watch on his wrist.

"Guys, it's almost time, let's go to the table first and eat some fruit!"

The players scattered around the box walked towards the two round tables.

Mendez took the main seat first.

The other players stood in a few rows with a smile on their faces.

Seems to be waiting for something.

Bang!

Manchester City's midfielder Bernardo Silva staggered out of the crowd after being pushed by someone.

"Damn, what are you doing, who pushed me!"

Bernardo Silva craned his neck and cursed at everyone with a smile.

His Manchester City teammate, goalkeeper Ederson, who is also a player under Mendes, said to him pretending to be serious:

"According to the old rules of our annual dinner, in the [German transfer market] media, the person with the highest net worth will be seated first."

"No, Dezhuan has just been updated at the end of the year. You are worth exactly 1 million euros, which is 2500 million more than your big brother Ronaldo. So you sit down first before we dare to sit down!"

As soon as these words came out, a burst of laughter erupted in the box!

Mendes also smiled and watched the disciples joking. He liked these young people very much and they were full of energy.

Bernardo Silva shirked for a while with a smile, and just wanted to take a seat halfway.

Inadvertently caught a glimpse of Ronaldo, the big brother of his Portuguese national team, standing two meters away, with his hands on his hips, staring at him with a delicate expression on his face.

Silva was startled, and couldn't help but blushed, the veins on his forehead burst out, and argued:

"What unscrupulous media like Dezhuan say doesn't count!"

"C Ronaldo's worth is actually lower than mine, how can you take this kind of joke seriously!"

Then there were some vague words, such as "I am worth 5000 million at most", and "Worth does not represent the level, I grew up watching Ronaldo play football", which caused everyone to laugh. Full of joyful atmosphere.

In the end, Ronaldo was the first to take his seat with a smile on his face amidst the echoes of the crowd.

Although as he gets older, the 34-year-old Ronaldo's value has dropped a lot, and he is no longer one of the most valuable players in the world.

but.

With five golden goals, countless club and national team honors, and the incredible scoring efficiency of his entire career-C Ronaldo's status among the players under Mendes' banner is undoubtedly the leading big brother!

He was seated first, and he deserved it!