When Rosie returned to the apartment, it was already late at night, and there was a letter in the mailbox at the door.

The envelope was printed with the team's logo, and Rossi was moved.

He opened the envelope and informed him to renew his contract, which was signed "Craig Shakespeare".

The bet was right!

Rossi made a big gamble, and he won.

The next day, Rosie went to the mall to ask for leave, but was rudely rejected by the manager.

The reason is that there are many customers in the morning, so they can only be released in the afternoon, otherwise wages will be deducted.

Rossi just walked away. Now the hourly salary in the mall is 7 pounds, which is 56 pounds a day, and almost 400 pounds a week.

It’s only a few hundred yuan, what are you selling your life for?

After finally completing the formalities, it was already noon.

After a quick lunch, at three o'clock in the afternoon, Rossi immediately rushed to the club and went directly to the coach's office.

The door was open, and besides Pearson and Craig, there was also James.

Craig always had a smile on his face and waved enthusiastically: "Luo, you are here. I have been waiting for you for most of the day and everything is ready for you."

Rossi opened the contract and read it quickly. It was a three-year contract with a weekly salary of 4,500 pounds, and there were also some matters regarding benefits and image rights.

These are very important and related to the interests of the players.

As for a lot of other laws and regulations, they are just format regulations and there is no problem.

"Sign it quickly, there's only one person left," Craig urged.

Just as Rossi was about to sign, James said angrily: "You have clearly seen your weekly salary. Once you sign, you can't regret it."

"What do you mean?" Rossi's pen paused.

"It's not interesting." James crossed his hands on his chest and said, "This is for your own good. Our team can't afford the high salary of a star like you."

Neuropathy.

Rossi said it through lip language.

Although James couldn't understand it, judging from his expression, it was definitely not a beautiful word.

"How dare you scold me."

Rossi said calmly: "Who heard it?"

James blushed with anger and asked, "Okay, let me ask you, what's going on?"

A stack of photos fell in front of Rossi. They were all photos of him and Redknapp having dinner.

Depend on!

It would be a pity not to be a paparazzi.

Both the angle and the clarity are perfect.

Rossi didn't understand why James would target him because he was a small player.

"The club has regulations. Do you need to apply to eat with others?" Rossi asked rhetorically.

James said: "Of course not. But why did Lao Lei treat you to dinner? Does he want you to transfer?"

Rosie wanted to laugh even more.

I'm not a big-name football star. If someone treats me to a meal, is it necessary to make it as serious as shocking transfer news?

At this time, Craig came forward to smooth things over and said: "James, this is probably just a normal meal, don't be so nervous."

"If it was a simple meal, then why didn't he come to the club early in the morning to sign a contract, but delayed it until the afternoon? He must be weighing it to see which side offers the higher salary."

James was a little excited and attracted all the staff in the surrounding offices.

Craig dismissed the onlookers, closed the office door, and said: "Keep your voice down, James, this is the office."

James said confidently: "This is to maintain the dignity of the team. The team does not allow such players to exist. If he feels that the salary is low, he can bring it up in person. There is no need to do this behind the scenes to increase his value, which is disgusting."

He is such a complete keyboard warrior. He doesn't know the cause and effect, but he just spits out something when he catches it.

"James, you said I increased my worth. How did you see it from comparing the bids?" Rossi asked.

James said: "Of course you won't say it, because no one knows what you talked about. But, with an identity like Lao Lei, can it really be as simple as inviting someone to dinner?"

If this photo had been published in the newspapers, news would have spread that Rossi was close to joining Queens Park Rangers.

And as Redknapp is, he will not invite people to dinner for no reason.

"This is the transfer application from Queens Park Rangers. Take a look at it." James put the application in front of his eyes.

The time on the header of this transfer application showed that it was 4:05 pm yesterday, which meant that Redknapp first sent a fax and then invited him to dinner.

It seems that Lao Lei must have been confident enough to convince himself to join the team, so he sent the fax in advance.

"This is for the team, not for me."

Rossi replied lightly, as if to say: What others say is none of my business.

"Luo, what do you think?"

Pearson, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

For a head coach, it is normal for players to want to seek new opportunities.

However, he has just confirmed that Rossi will be added to the Premier League roster for next season. In the blink of an eye, other teams are coming to poach players and even treat him to dinner, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

The head coach will not allow half-hearted players to stay in his team.

If a player wants to leave the team, the head coach will not let him play in the game, and he may even be removed from the roster.

This is also to maintain the authority of the head coach.

Rossi said: "Mr. Redknapp did extend an invitation to me, but I did not agree."

James interjected: "That means the salary he pays you is not as much as ours."

"We didn't talk about salary." Rossi said righteously: "Don't force what you think on my head."

Because of James' relationship with Pearson, no one in the team dared to speak to him like this. Even captain Morgan was very nice and angry.

Rossi really pissed him off this time.

But Pearson quickly stopped the two of them and said: "I believe you. Since you refused, just sign and wait for the team training notice."

James had something to say, but Pearson gave him a sharp look.

The team is a matter, and it's not the players' turn to interfere, not even their own sons.

This is the rule.

If you don't understand the rules, Pearson's punishment methods are not family friendly.

James turned his head to the side angrily. He knew Pearson's temper. If he continued to struggle with this matter, he would be the one who got scolded.

After Rossi signed, he turned around and left.

Craig chased him out and said in the corridor: "Luo, congratulations."

Rossi still has a good impression of this assistant coach. He is a good old man and is very popular in the team.

"Thank you, Mr. Shakespeare."

Craig smiled and said: "This is what you have earned for your hard work. James also makes a fuss, but it is all for the team, so don't blame him. Nigel has high expectations for you. If you switch to other teams, he will

sad."

"I know everything. But I don't understand why James is targeting me."

Craig shrugged, shook his head and said, "I don't know either. But I heard that he made a mistake recently and was embarrassed. He probably wanted to find someone to vent his anger on."

The so-called miss means failure to pick up girls.

Craig lowered his voice and said, "I heard that on the day of the celebration party, James took Miss Lott's handwritten personal phone number, which made other people jealous. Who knew that when he called, it was an empty number and it became a joke."

Rossi suddenly realized that he finally found the reason.
Chapter completed!