From The Country Team To The Rich
Chapter 52 The Friendship of Mederson

Chapter 52 The Friendship of Mederson

"Since the beginning, you have tested me, Chelsea, the Russians, maybe there will be a UEFA policy?"

Mederson said solemnly.

Mederson was unwilling to admit it, but he always felt that the Eastern man in front of him really knew something.

And these things are connected, this is not far from the truth.

"Golden Dollar Football!"

Zhang Xian uttered a sentence that shocked Mederson.

This guy really knows!

This is also something that some people in Europe know, and some of these people are at the top of European football.

They know this, they still ask and guess from many sources.

But how does this oriental man know.

Next up, Gold Dollar football?

Very precise name.

Now that the fight was over, Zhang Xian also spoke eloquently: "The recent policies of the European Football Association have great flaws. The Russian conglomerate is a typical example. They don't know that when they withdraw funds, then chaos in European football will happen!"

Mederson was silent, he understood what Zhang was saying now.

"European football is still peaceful now, but when the Russian tycoon starts swinging money around the world to buy players, the European transfer market that has endured all this time will undergo tremendous change."

"I remember you just broke a record in the European transfer market."

Mederson nodded and said: "45 million!"

"Trust me, in the near future, 45 million will mean nothing in football. Those who now exclaim about sky-high transfer prices will find that in a few years, the value of European footballers will explode." Here, Zhang Xian smiled and said: "Maybe, in the future transfer market, there really will be a transfer of 100 million."

Mederson exhaled slowly, he felt a sufficient stimulation.

After calming his mind, Mederson smiled and said, "So, are you going to stop him? Mr Director Hoffenheim?"

Now, Zhang Xian was shocked.

Zhang saw Mederson showing his phone with the Football Association's login information. He smiled apologetically and said: "I'm sorry, I asked a friend to help check your information. This is really surprising. The German seventh division league. Sport director? your talent is more than enough even for a club in the top five leagues."

These are Mederson's sincere words.

After all, this kind of information was in the hands of some European elites, after being discovered by a small team director like Zhang Xian with a keen sense of smell, he could no longer hate opponents.

A person who can have this sense of smell and structure will not be a small person in the future, even if he is now on the decline.

"So, there's still a problem, do you want to stop it? Or report it to the Football Association?"

Mederson hoped that Zhang Xian would not do so, as it would be contrary to his own interests.

Under Mederson's aggressive eyes, Zhang Xian still continued to smile and said, "Why should I do this?"

At this moment, Mederson was dumbfounded.

"You don't know, under the European reforms, the most affected are the small teams?"

"I know!"

"Then you still support him?"

"I have no choice, and no one will believe me."

Zhang Xian shrugged and said: "Mr Mederson, as you said, I am the sporting director of the seventh division in Germany. I don't have much power. Even if I report to the Football Association, no one will respond. . If you want to publish it in a newspaper, it will only affect a small Hoffenheim place."

"In the face of this general trend, I'm too small."

Mederson nodded with appreciation and said: "A very reasonable choice. But you should know that it's not good for you."

"Then create favorable conditions!"

"What do you mean?" Mederson asked, raising an eyebrow.

Zhang Xian leaned slightly forward, Mederson also leaned forward curiously.

Just listen, Zhang Xian whispered: "Get an entrance ticket to join the Gold Dollar Football!"

Mederson's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at Zhang Xian in shock.

Since I can't stop him, then will I join in?

Understand their shortcomings, and predict what will happen, use their vision to plan for the future of the club.

On this basis, Zhang Xian was able to kill most European sporting directors!

'He should be on a bigger stage! '

For some reason, Mederson had this idea on his mind.

LAUGH OUT LOUD! !

Mederson laughed for a reason, he laughed happily.

His eyes were full of admiration for Zhang Xian, and he suddenly said: "Let's sign the contract!"

"What?"

This time it was Zhang Xian's turn to be dumbfounded.

Mederson said: "I'll help you get a decent job, not to mention a rich team, you can pick teams from the top five European leagues. When you collect certain achievements, I'll help you contact the rich team, how ? "

Zhang Xian laughed and said, "Not too good."

"Why?" Mederson wondered.

Zhang Xian shook his head and said: "I'm not used to being a man. If you can be a general manager or chief operating officer, then we can talk about it."

Mederson.

Today's meeting was quite exciting, he was afraid that his heart would be dislodged.

"My goal is very simple, I just want to be friends with you." Zhang Xian said.

Mederson nodded and said: "You have this qualification!"

Zhang Xian finally showed a satisfied smile and said: "The next step is, when we are qualified to cooperate with you, I hope you will prioritize us."

"At what level?" ask Mederson.

Zhang Xian thought for a moment and said: "Germany C, you can send the players who cannot play in the five major leagues to our team to exercise."

Zhang Xian believed in Mederson's vision, even the defective product in his hands was much better than the one in the transfer market.

Mederson pondered for a moment, and said; "No problem."

Soon, the two exchanged contact information.

After writing down Mederson's phone number, Zhang Xian looked up at the time and said, "Then I should go too."

Mederson smiled; "Be careful on the road, my friend, I look forward to reaching an agreement with you in a 100 million transfer."

Zhang Xian also smiled and said: "When the time comes, I will not give you a special price just because we are friends!"

"Good bye!"

"Good bye!"

Zhang Xian was very satisfied with this trip.

In a way, this is to understand the truth of the 'player sell-off incident'.

On the other hand, he harvests Mederson's friendship.

Of course, the second point was a surprise, and it did not provide any meaningful help for Hoffenheim today.

The ranking gap between Zhang Xian and super agents like Mederson was too big, even the defective product in his hands, would not be willing to play for Hoffenheim.

Mederson has his own agency. Except for some high quality customers, Mederson is not responsible for other players. Other players are handed over to the company.

Their business covers all levels of European leagues, but the lowest level is level C.

If you fail to reach a C-level team, then Hoffenheim has no basis to work with.

Of course, what Zhang Xian was more concerned about was Mederson's friendship, which was his stepping stone to opening up Europe's top markets.

As Hoffenheim grew to a certain height, he was able to use Mederson's contacts to plan the development of Hoffenheim.

You should know that even in Europe, even in the five major leagues, some deals are not as simple as they seem on the surface, and sometimes there will be some black box operations in confrontations between clubs.

If you want to perform this operation, you need a large network of people.

Mederson was the key figure that Zhang Xian had to be able to enter this circle in the future.

It was eight p.m. when they arrived at Stuttgart Airport. Zhang Xian and Braden did not stay here, but chose to rush back to Hoffenheim.

Barden was driving, and Zhang Xian was sitting in the back seat preparing to deal with Ivan's matter.

The car was very quiet. Zhang did not speak, and Braden drove without a sound.

Suddenly, the phone shook.

Zhang Xian took out his phone and looked at it.

That's an email.

The email marked 'Mederson' and there's a line underneath it.

Dear friends, I look forward to our cooperation.

At the bottom is the file.

Zhang now clicked to open the file and found that it was a newsletter-style file information.

Discussion on improving the relegation system of the German C League

Looking at this document, Zhang Xian's eyes twinkled.

The so-called 'discussion book' is still within the scope of the Football Association discussion and has not been announced to the outside world.

This is pure internal information.

And now, Mederson revealed the news to himself earlier via email.

This is the benefit of a network.

Zhang Xian praised Mederson in his heart and clicked on the file to read it.

The document is very long and there are many issues discussed.

But at its core it is nothing more than increasing the number of places of promotion and relegation.

In other words, in addition to the top four teams from Germany's Northern and Southern Regional Leagues, they want to add one more team with a play-off match, he said, two third-place teams from the North and South will compete, and the winner will be selected for promotion.

The current promotion system of the German City is that in the North-South Regional League, the first two teams in the North and the first two teams in the South can be promoted.

But this discussion paper says that the German Football Association intends to increase the number of promotion places.

In other words, third place in the South Zone and third place in the North Zone will have a play-off match, and the winner will get a chance to improve.

This is a good opportunity for some small teams, however, it increases the likelihood of improvement.

Now this proposal is still in discussion, but judging by the conduct Mederson sent himself, it is very likely to be approved.

Placing the phone in his pocket, Zhang Xian turned his head and looked out the window, and whispered, "I remember, there was a Champions League match today, right?"

Braden nodded and said: "The quarter-finals of the Champions League have begun. Today is Bayern Munich's home game"

"Hm." Zhang Xian nodded.

His eyes were still on the outside, as if through the darkness and shooting towards the brightly lit Bayern Stadium in Munich.