When Gao Zheng and Viviano just sat down in the restaurant, he received a call from Pelle.

"He is a real agent, tsk..." Hearing Pelle's tone, he seemed to be a little dissatisfied with the other party being a real agent.

Gao Zheng smiled and said, "Thank you, I didn't expect you to move so quickly."

"Of course, the faster I am here, the lower your risk." Pelle hummed proudly.

After putting down the phone, Viviano had already handed the menu to Gao Zheng: "Do you have anything you want to order?"

Gao Zheng waved his hand: "I can do it, you can watch it, Mr. Viviano."

"Okay." Viviano did not refuse and began to order food with the menu.

After ordering, he returned the menu to the waiter. After the waiter left, he said to Gao Zheng again: "I must apologize for waiting for you directly at the doorstep."

"It's okay, Mr. Viviano. Fortunately, you are the only one who came up with this idea so far." Gao Zheng smiled.

Viviano also smiled, and then said, "In fact, this is not the first time we have met, Gao Zheng."

"Eh?" Gao Zheng was surprised when he heard the other party say this. "Have we... seen it before?"

"Yes, this is the second time I want to be your agent."

"How is it possible? I have never had contact with you before, Mr. Viviano."

"Yes, but you must have lost your memory. When you were still in A Milan u16 in 2007, I also recommended myself to you, hoping to become your agent..."

Gao Zheng frowned and fell into thought.

"But you rejected me cleanly at that time, haha!" Viviano laughed.

Hearing him say this, Gao Zheng's brows stretched out and he remembered it!

There is indeed such a thing.

At that time, he performed well in u16 and was already a little famous. After a training session, he met a guy who claimed to be an agent. But the other party's enthusiasm made Gao Zheng play a first-class Chinese saying "Take attentiveness when you have nothing to do, either a traitor or a thief." In addition, at that time, he was full of football and was not very conceptual about finding an agent, so he simply rejected the other party, and didn't even ask what the other party's name was.

"It's you?" Gao Zheng, who ended his memories, widened his eyes and looked at Viviano in front of him.

"Yes, it's me, I'm here to hit a wall again."

Gao Zheng scratched his head embarrassedly. Although he seemed to be very arrogant when he refused to be the one, he knew that he was panicked at that time, but he was actually inferior to him...

"I really didn't expect that you would suddenly disappear from Vismara and suddenly appear in Sampdoria." Viviano sighed. "Although you rejected me, I have been paying attention to you all the time. I thought it wouldn't take long before I would witness your first team debut in San Siro..."

Gao Zheng smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect it myself."

"I know you were seriously injured, and I also know you came back from injury, but I don't know why you suddenly disappeared. If possible, can you tell me what happened after that?" Viviano asked curiously.

Gao Zheng shook his head: "Unless you are my agent, I won't tell you, sorry, Mr. Viviano."

Viviano was stunned for a moment and said, "If you say that, I want to be your agent even more...wait!"

Seeing Gao Zheng opening his mouth, he quickly raised his hand: "Even if we want to refuse, we will talk about it after we finish this meal. I don't want to experience another clean and neat rejection."

Gao Zheng smiled. The people who had met once in the past now met again, which made him feel a little sad.

"Why do you have to become my agent?" After asking this, Gao Zheng regretted that this question was meaningless. Now even Raiola wants to be his agent...

But he is still ready to listen to some words about spiritual chicken soup.

But to his surprise, Viviano said: "The first time is that I am optimistic about your talent and future growth, finding talented young people, and then planning their careers for them is what agents like us should do. But... this time I just don't want you to be a player of Raiola."

"Ah?" Gao Zheng didn't expect to hear such an answer. "Don't want Raiola to become my agent? Why? Do you have a grudge against Raiola?"

Viviano was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "I have no grudge with him. I just don't like him. I don't think he is suitable for you. I am worried that after you find him as an agent, it will be of no benefit to your future career."

"Because he is short-sighted, greedy, and domineering?" Gao Zheng asked back.

"Yes. He does have the ability to help players make big money, but the price is to sacrifice a stable growth space. Ibrahimovic is his top player and obeys him. He has indeed helped Ibrahimovic become the highest-paid player in the world... But I still want to say that if it weren't for Raiola, the Swedes might have made less money, but his achievements in competition are definitely higher than they are now!"

"I have watched your game carefully. Although you are relatively thin and have problems with physical fitness, you can only play as a substitute. But both strength and physical fitness can be trained in acquired terms. The sense of ball and consciousness are talents that cannot be replicated. In this regard, you have excellent talent. I think if a talented player like you is controlled by Raiola, his stuff will be a devastating blow to you. I am not saying that making money is wrong, but young players' careers are in a rising period, but their relationship is broken due to salary and bonuses and clubs, and they have consumed their hard-earned state and trust in frequent transfers... This is not the right path."

Seeing Gao Zheng's expression was always serious when he said this, he said: "Maybe you will think I'm exaggerating, but I'm willing to swear with my personality that I'm definitely not exaggerating, but a future that is completely possible! And I didn't say that just to make you choose me as an agent. Even if you reject me again, it doesn't matter, but I hope you can not choose Raiola as your agent."

"So you don't actually care whether I chose you as an agent?"

"No, of course I care. I really hope you can choose me as your agent. But I am not 100% sure that you can choose me. If you don't choose me in the end, then I also hope you can not choose Raiola. That fat man is really not a good thing..."

Hearing Viviano's name to Raiola, Gao Zheng laughed: "You used to call Mr. Raiola, but I think this is what you really call him, right?"

Viviano shook his head: "No, not. Fatty is the real name."

Gao Zheng was stunned at first, and then laughed.

After dinner, Viviano sent Gao Zheng back to his apartment in a Mercedes-Benz.

When saying goodbye at the end, Gao Zheng said to Viviano: "Mr. Viviano, you are a good person. But I think it's better to be cautious about finding an agent, so I can't answer you now."

"Yes, no problem, I understand." Viviano said with his hands raised.

"When I make a decision, I will call you." Gao Zheng made a phone call gesture.

"Okay, OK."

When Gao Zheng got out of the car and left, the Mercedes-Benz did not leave, and Viviano kept watching Gao Zheng disappear in the apartment building.

"How are you talking?" Nicolotoriano, who plays the driver, asked. As the driver, he was naturally not qualified to participate in the dinner just now.

“It was a pleasant conversation.”

"Isn't that a chance?" Togliano turned from the driver's seat excitedly and looked at Viviano.

"I don't know... Gao Zheng has been tight-lipped about whether to choose me as an agent, and has not revealed any of the tone in this regard..." Viviano shook his head and poured cold water on his friend.

"Will he choose Raiola?" Togliano asked again.

"I don't think the possibility is high. When I said Raiola was a fat man, he smiled happily."

"So can we just wait now?"

"It should be..."

"It's really a torment!" Togliano stretched.

"Go back, Nicollo. We'll go back tomorrow and return the car to Massimo."

"Hey? I'm going back now? Don't stay in Genoa and wait for news?"

"Gao Zheng said he would call me, and he could answer the phone anywhere, so it doesn't make sense for us to be here, and we are wasting money for booking hotels."

“Stop working hard?”

"How else can I do? I have said everything I should say, and I have expressed my sincerity. What else can we do besides waiting for us?"

"Okay..." Togliano had nothing to say.

I can really have to wait.

Just then, Viviano's cell phone suddenly rang, and the ringtone suddenly rang in the car with good sound insulation effect, which scared both of them.

So much so that when Viviano took out his phone, his hand slid and almost made the phone fall on the floor. He had to throw his phone around like a juggling hand, and finally finally got it firmly.

At this time, the caller displayed on the mobile phone screen is...
Chapter completed!