.This night is destined to be nostalgic. Lao Wu, Vares, Whelens, DeHolland brothers, Dong Fangzhuo and others, and many people from Valleheim attended the banquet.

Old Wu was drunk and said nonsense repeatedly, saying that he finally had hope to see the Chinese team win the Hercules Cup before he died.

Vares also drank high and said, "Master Yang, you can leave as soon as you say, and you don't even say hello, do you know that we all miss you to death?"

Whelens also drank high and hugged Glomos and cried. My buddy has wronged you and dragged you down. I'm afraid we will never play in the top European league.

Glomos held the wine glass and said one word: "Drink!"

Zhao Xuri completely drank so much that Bei didn't recognize him. He hugged Master Yang's thigh and howled: "Brother Yang, take me away. I want to see what Gerald lives like."

Dong Fangzhuo held the wine bottle, kicked him, and said with a smile: "Hehe, that's it..."

Feng Xiaoting didn't have much time, and he supported two drunkards and made a secret swear in his heart.

Wan Cheng Ruolan blushed and used a dv to record everything that happened that night. If this scene was posted online, the media in the world would be crazy.

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Aquilu Bruno-Sadin got up early. It was just 10 o'clock here, and it was afternoon on the other side of the earth. As soon as the door of the winter transfer period opened, the phone calls from the European giants rushed over like a tide, making people unable to relax for a moment. Although he said so, Sadin was still very happy. Compared to those agents who don't have any good players on hand, he should be very popular and second to none. Just as he was thinking, the phone in the office rang again in a hurry.

"Mr. Sardin, I am Dury, the head coach of Valleheim Club. I want to talk to you about your client Aguero's transfer."

Sardin was stunned and immediately realized what "Valeheim" was - the UEFA Cup champion, the second-ranked team in the Belgian league.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Dury, hello. I didn't expect you to call me. If I heard correctly, what you just said was Aguero's transfer?"

"Yes." The reaction on the other side of the phone was not like a joke at all.

"You know, Aguero is not cheap." Sardin has the sleekness and agility unique to South Americans. The jungle law of the tropical rainforest in South America is also applicable to this city made of steel and concrete. You must be patient and ambitious to wait for the most prey.

"I know. I've just given the Independent Chairman Julio and then added the terms and conditions to the plan didn't work at all.

"Then what you call me means..." Sardin shook his head.

"500,000 euros is the commission this time, helping me convince Aguero to transfer."

"Mr. Duri, I can't agree to you at once. You should know that Aguero is the hope star of the independent team, and in Argentina, the new generation of Maradona. I think that after this World Cup, there will be many European giants coming to offer him. I am bluntly speaking, if I were Chairman Julio, I would reject your offer. His value is definitely more than 10 million euros."

Du Rui was stern on the phone. He had known that he would not have accepted the suggestion of Master Yang. Now he whispered to argue with this cunning agent. However, why don’t he want to create honors and add a few star-studded stars to his name?

"Then how much do you think it's acceptable to President Julio?"

"I think it will cost at least 20 million euros to make his eyes blink." Sardin said casually. He had communicated with Julio before. Of course, his players will not be a lifelong event for his own players. Julio and him have reached an agreement that if Aguero transfers, 10% of the transfer fee will be transferred to his name. Therefore, of course, the higher the transfer fee, the better. The 500,000 commission offered by Du Rui was not taken seriously by him.

"A 18-year-old young man costs 20 million? Haha." Why don't you go to rob? Du Rui thought to himself. "Then I'll discuss it with the club. Maybe I have to call Higuain's father. Then that's it, Mr. Sardin." Du Rui hung up the phone after saying that.

Higuain's father, Sardin, knows who Duree is talking about - Jorge Higuain, has a tall and huge nose, and is a former player of the Riverbed team nicknamed "Pipe". His son Gonzalo Higuain inherited his mantle and made his first appearance for the Riverbed team in May last year. His performance this six-year is remarkable, and he was praised by the media as the new "Distifano" and is known as the "Argentine double star" together with Aguero.

Could it be that Du Rui is really determined to take away a young talent from Argentina?

If it was not Aguero but Higuain who was taken away, what would happen? Sardin took a look at the phone record. Maybe it was time to discuss things with Aguero about going to Europe.

The same call was called Jorge Higuain, and the old Higuain also thought about whether he would let his son play in Europe. Although Valleheim is not a wealthy family, it may be a good thing for young people. At least a club that has spent so much transfer fees will not let his son sit on the bench, and using a former UEFA Cup champion team as a springboard, it will prove that he will be more valuable to transfer to other European giants in the future.

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Let go of Du Rui and spend the transfer fee. The conversation program on Mr. Yang has also begun.

Welcome to watch the program "Master Yang Talks about Things". The content of this program is to discuss future development with the players. Will the old players renew their contracts if they have half a year left? Should the younger players who are marginalized on the team transfer?

Then, please invite the first male guest today - Babayaro.

"Calestine (Babayaro), come and have a cup of tea first."

The Nigerian sat on the sofa and ignored Mr. Yang's attentiveness.

"Boss, are you asking me to talk about transfer?"

Master Yang glanced at Babayaro, and there was no expression on his black face. Since that's what he said, let's make it open and honest. "Yes, Selestine. I've talked to you many times during the season. I hope you can show the corresponding strength to fight for the main position. However, your performance so far is still far from what I ask."

Babayaro spread his hands: "What do you want to do?"

"I think you need to talk to your agent, maybe a change club is a good choice."

"Okay. That's it." Babayaro drank the sip from the teacup, clapped his hands and walked out of Master Yang's office indifferently.

Damn, I have seen open-minded people, but I have never seen such open-minded people. Master Yang recalled what he said to Babayaro just now, and it seemed that he didn't say "a salary increase" for him. Why did this young man leave so calmly? But thinking about Babayaro's personality, he felt relieved. From Nigeria to England, Babayaro has earned money that many people can't make in their lifetime. Why do you have to work so hard and work hard? It's the same for a different environment.

Babayaro finally successfully transferred to the Championship team Reading. The low price of 1.5 million pounds paved the way for the transfer. The consistent desertion of winter transfers made the players not too high. Evra only 6 million pounds, and Babayaro could not be much more expensive. The only thing Mr. Yang could expect was that Reading could upgrade from the Championship, so that Newcastle could get an additional 300,000 pounds.

The second person to be invited to the office was veteran Elliott. The uncle, who was in the 1973, is already 33 years old, and his contract expires this season.

"Eliot, what are your plans for next season? I mean to continue playing or be ready to retire?"

"I think I'll just hang up my boots here. I've been tired after playing for so many years."

"Then I will prepare a farewell game for you."

The conversation was harmonious and full of nostalgia of the club's tradition. Since a veteran like Elliott is willing to retire, that would be great. Mr. Yang racked his brains at the beginning and thought about what he would say if he had to renew his contract.

The third person who came to Yang's office was not invited by Yang. Stephen Carl, Newcastle's right guard knocked on the door of Yang's office uninvited.

"Boss, I think I should talk to you at this time."

Master Yang found that Carl looked unhappy.

"I want to know where I am in the team next stage. At this time last season, I played almost all the games, and now I am replaced by Solano. I think this kind of fucking thing should not happen to me. This is unfair!" The Irish man said angrily.

"Calm down! Calm down! Carl. I understand your mood."

"I can't calm down. I have three years left on my contract, but if this is the case in the second half of the season, I will never waste my life in Newcastle. That's what I think."

Mr. Yang looked at the cards in his hand. Solano's cameo as the right-back was good, at least much better than the colander of the left-back. If this performance was taken, it would be even more difficult for Carl to regain the main position. What's more, Van Den Bore can be used as a substitute at any time. In addition, the new arrival of Vares, this position is overcrowded.

"Stephen, would you like to try it on the left?"

"No!" Carl answered firmly and decisively.

Mr. Yang sighed. If Carl didn't come to find him but spent this season calmly, the result might be different. A powerful substitute like Carl is not easy to find, but now he has to say: "If this is the case, I'm really sorry. Stephen, you need to find a club that can give you the main position."

Can you transfer? Carl was stunned for a moment, and his expression instantly returned to normal. He had expected this result. The news that Mr. Yang returned to Valleheim had been published in the newspaper. The reporter with a keen sense of smell speculated that Mr. Yang would bring a few people from Belgium this time. What is certain now is that one of them must be a defender.

Carl stood up and stretched out his hand. "Thank you, boss, for working with you in the past six months." Carl's last half of the sentence came from the heart. From the perspective of a professional player, Mr. Yang can be called a qualified coach, at least better than that Sones. Unfortunately, I have my ideals...

"I hope you have a good journey."

Carl eventually transferred to Aston Villa for 3.5 million pounds, only 1.5 million more than the 2 million pounds Robson spent that year.

On January 5, in the 21st round of the Premier League, Newcastle played away against Portsmouth. With a goal from Genes, he defeated his opponent 1-0 and advanced to 7th place.

Master Yang was thinking about what else to buy besides the three people in Valleheim?
Chapter completed!