From The Country Team To The Rich
Chapter 51 Mederson's

Chapter 51 Five minutes

The next day, Zhang Xian and Braden were ready to return.

Tonight, Zhang Xian had insomnia, and he did not know how to deal with Ivan.

He has to clean them up.

But he couldn't let the 'player sales' issue come to light. This will have a devastating effect on Hoffenheim.

For Ivan, Zhang Xian was not afraid, however, Ivan would do nothing to harm Hoffenheim.

But once Ivan is captured, the other two will also be dragged along. Zhang Xian could imagine how they poured dirty water into Hoffenheim.

Because of this, the issue still needs to be addressed internally, and try not to speak up.

Zhang Xian and Braden came out of the room, ready to go to the front desk for the check-out procedure.

At the front desk of the hotel, Braden was checking out. Zhang Xian stood to the side and looked a little confused, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment, he saw a stack of papers on the hotel reception desk.

There are large and bold letters in the top row.

Barcelona player transfer plan

Um?

Zhang now reached out his hand and took the paper and began to examine it.

As he flipped through, his expression became even more attractive.

pull over!

"Director, the check-out procedure is complete, let's go." Braden took his luggage and said.

Zhang now closed the paper and smiled: "I have something to do, we will delay the flight departure schedule, we will leave later tonight."

“What?” Braden surprised.

Zhang Xian pointed to the sofa in the hotel lobby, and said, "You can sit there for a while, and I'll do some things."

After he finished speaking, Zhang Xian asked the front desk: "Excuse me, which room is Mr Mederson in? He left something."

The presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel.

Mederson moved back and forth, rummaging through boxes and cabinets while searching for something.

While looking for him, he said annoyed:

"Damn it, why is it missing this time? It should be here!"

As he tried to search, the doorbell rang.

Dong ding!

"Who?"

Mederson shouted impatiently.

A voice came from outside the door.

"You dropped a pile of information, and I brought it to you."

Hearing this, Mederson was startled, walked quickly to the door and opened the door.

He saw a man with an eastern face looking at him with a smile.

Mederson frowned and said: "Information?"

Zhang now handed the information in his hands and said: "I think this should be yours."

Mederson looked at the information, his eyes twinkling, and after taking it, he smiled and said, "Thank you, you're really a good person."

Zhang Xian did not reply, but looked at each other with a smile.

Mederson was stunned, then he patted her on the forehead and said, "I forgot the gift!"

After speaking, he returned home, and when he walked up to Zhang again, he held a stack of money in his hand.

"This is a gift."

Zhang Xian lowered his head and glanced, secretly feeling that he was truly rich!

But instead of taking the money, he said: "Sir, I want you to take some time for me for a few minutes."

Mederson frowned and said: "I still have something to do."

"Treat this as a gift!"

"okay! Let's go to the lobby on the first floor to talk."

Two minutes later, Zhang Xian and Mederson sat on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor.

Mederson sat on the cushioned sofa, leaned against the backrest, held a cigar in his hand, and looked at the man with a thin smiling oriental face in front of him.

"you know me?"

Mederson asked.

Zhang now nodded and said: "Professional football agent predator, I think on the football field, no one does not know you, Mr. Mederson."

Mederson raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "What do you want to tell me, you have only five minutes."

Zhang Xian smiled and said, "I must apologize to you first. I've read the information."

Mederson waved his hand and said, "It's okay."

He was confident, and ordinary people could not see anything complicated with a piece of information.

But Zhang Xian's next sentence surprised him.

"Barcelona is not easy to control!"

Mederson's body trembled, and his cigar-wielding hand trembled slightly, his eyes full of disbelief.

“What are you talking about, I don't understand!” Mederson narrowed his eyes and said.

Sally: "."

"Oh? What am I gonna do?"

Since developing here, Mederson no longer hid, and asked with a smile.

Zhang Xian said truthfully; "Controlling Barcelona and making Barcelona your personal base for the players, but this is not realistic!"

"Why?" Mederson lit his cigar, then sucked it.

"First, Barcelona is not as simple as you think. Second, do not try to control the club based on the identity of the agent. It's just looking for death."

“In the early stages, you may be able to get some advantages, but when Barcelona react, all they have to do is break the relationship between you and the players. In fact, the relationship between the agent and the player is too loose. They're yours, but not your slaves, you can surrender, and they can fire you."

"Of course, Barcelona's methods won't be too intense, because offending you is the same as offending half of the player's transfer market."

This sentence, shows Mederson how much influence.

Mederson knocked on the table with a cigar in his hand. It is his habit to think.

In fact, Zhang Xian's matter was also something he was worried about.

Mederson has big ambitions, he wants to go further and be more influential.

For this, he has no qualms about taking risks to take control of the giant transfer market.

If he succeeds, he will become the number one agent in the world.

But if he fails, he will also lose the confidence of Barcelona.

He had been worried about this choice before, but he did not expect that an unknown person would tell him that he was seeking death.

"You have three minutes left."

Zhang Xian was in no hurry, he saw Mederson smoking a cigar, and his addiction to cigarettes was the same.

Zhang took out a Baolu-branded cigarette from his pocket, took out a cigarette, and as the cigarette was about to be lit, a servant walked over and reminded him: "Master, smoking is not allowed here!"

Smoking is not allowed?

He subconsciously looked at the opposite Mederson, smoked loudly with a cigar, and looked at himself with a playful look.

The servant seemed to understand Zhang Xian's intentions, and smiled and said, "Cigarillos are fine."

Zhang is now depressed.

A different treatment!

At this moment, Mederson suddenly laughed, took a cigar from his pocket and threw it.

Zhang now quickly regained his senses.

Mederson smiled and said, "take this!"

Zhang Xian glanced at the servant, but the other party did not respond.

At this moment, the two of them looked at Zhang Xian, Zhang Xian lit his cigar and placed it on the ashtray.

Seeing this, they were both shocked.

Then Zhang Xian took out a Baolu cigarette and lit it, and took a sip:

"now what?"

The waiter smiled and said, "Please continue."

After speaking, he left.

Benevolence!

Zhang Xian averted his gaze and looked at Mederson again, and began to speak.

"I think your next action is a certain Premier League team, right?"

Mederson was startled and Zhang guessed correctly again.

Until now, he had been very interested in Zhang Xian.

"What do you think?" Mederson asked, still pretending to be indifferent.

"The Premier League is the most commercialised team in the five major leagues. Where you can get more benefits and more freedom, besides, the Premier League recently had a lot of money invested!"

Mederson nodded and said: "I'm very optimistic about Chelsea!"

Zhang picked up a puff of smoke and said, "Is that Chelsea's club or their boss?"

Mederson frowned slightly and said, "What do you want to say?"

Zhang Xian shrugged and said, "I won't play guessing with you anymore. I think there are still a handful of people in Europe who have a keen sense of smell. You must be one of them."

"you mean?"

"You want to invest in Chelsea. You should know that before the rich guys from Russia took over, they were just a lower middle team, and you shouldn't be interested in them."

Mederson smiled and said: "I'm optimistic about them, aren't I?"

"Yes!" Zhang Xian nodded and said, "But it depends on how optimistic you are. There is a sentence like this, when capitalists face 50% of their interests, they dare to take risks: face 100%. They dare to trample on all the laws of the world: when facing 300% interests, they dare to risk being hanged."

"So, this is 50%? Or 100%? Or 300%?"

Mederson no longer smiled, he scowled saying: "You have something in your words."

In fact, Mederson had a bold idea on his mind.

But he never wanted to admit it.

He did not think that the lesser-known Eastern man in front of him could have such advanced eyesight.

After all, even in Europe, this was something very few people knew about.

Under Mederson's sharp eyes, Zhang Xian raised his head and glanced at his watch, and said, "Five minutes have arrived."

Mederson waved his hand and said: "I'll give you five more minutes, and you'll explain it to me."

Zhang Xian simply smiled; "Then it is troublesome."