The To Be Champs
ep 58's

Day 2 before the league rolls around, the training method is not much different, the players start to complain with the portion of this brainless exercise, the training method is not much different, but what is possible is that they can only follow the direction of Jasper who told them to train hard like the military .

day 3

zaki seems to be accustomed to training, there are some players who do not take part in training due to fatigue and other problems, but the training does not change ,. even today the players are warned by the jesper who does not allow them to complain . and if any player complains then the pot will be increased the next day .

obviously they have to be careful in talking, they are allowed to talk when they are in the dressing room when going home.

it was afternoon in the dressing room of the player .zaki who had already cleared his stuff would go to rest , somehow he wanted to rest faster than usual . then he is approached by the same mateo friend of a Brazilian named lucas . The man with blond hair asks if zaki has free time this afternoon or not , because he wanted to talk to Zaki about something.

without thinking zaki . "no , what's up . "

"can't you follow me" he said .

zaki, who had no business that day, agrees to follow him.Lucas takes Zaki quite far from the dressing room, he takes him to the back of the building. lucas starts talking about what he was supposed to talk about yesterday with Zaki but he can't because zaki came home early.

zaki looked at his eyes and his movements .

there was no one there but him and Lucas who was the same height as him.

then . "emm emm ... actually I want to talk about " coupled with a refreshing afternoon breeze.

"mateo's got something weird about him"

zaki started to focus on listening

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lucas looked at zaki seriously .

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in a place in the city of Brussels, in one of the most luxurious restaurants in the city . figaro with his girlfriend who is a famous artist in the capital was . "honey is it true you're going out of the club ?" asked her boyfriend with a red lips as red as an apple and eyes filled with makeup, also his face that wears makeup is actually too excessive . figaro who was drinking alcohol that cost 2 motorcycles to look at him. he was wearing tuxedo clothes neatly.

"be quiet******, I'll meet an important person right now, why did you come here fucking "in disgust close to that woman who kept close to him.

in the restaurant there were only them and a few people who seemed to be his bodyguards, he paid all the restaurants with his money to talk business with the person who would meet him that day. the woman gets closer to him. "oooh baby don't you miss me. Oh well baby do you know there's a new house on the outskirts of town that is being sold , are you going to buy that house as my gift please" put on a pleading face.

glup glup "ahhh, damn not last month you've bought the best apartment in the city center for 250,000 FB per week. and that doesn't include the lambo and tesla cars I bought last week, now you want a new house. ah shit okay if that makes you go how much.?"

while drinking luxurious alcohol poured by a rainbow who was beside him.

the artist named Jenifer smiled, "ah dear it doesn't cost only 300,000$ dollars" hearing that figaro coughed in surprise.

" uhuk what! dollar . Honey do you know dollars and money in this country are different. If 300,000 francs belgium . I'll give it right now but dollars . are you trying to blackmail me ******" when you say that jenifer is approaching his ears. "hey send or your scandal with me will be known to the public and you know what will happen with your career" smiled wickedly .

hearing that figaro glared in surprise and his face was like panic. I don't know what happened between them but it seems like figaro is very scared if the public knows it. He was silent a moment ago. he took the fork lying on the table and pointed it at the woman's neck, holding her hair while pointing it under her chin.

along with that 3 people at the entrance , for that figaro let go . and immediately changed his expression.jenifer took his bag while saying before leaving.

"remember , send it or you're done . dear drug" walked away waving at the figaro who was looking at him in annoyance .

the three people were wearing neat clothes, one person head pelotos with glasses attached to his eyes, behind him there was an old man but not too old, his age was about 50 years old , he wore a wooden stick in his right hand, beside him who held him a neat and handsome man, his dark red hair combed back and walked with a heart his eyes closed.

the pellet-headed man who walked first, spoke in figaro's ear, the man was his agent . "hey I hope you behave as I say .you know he's blue blood" whisper it to the figaro standing up.

glup........

the man with the opportunity was sitting in his chair close to figaro.Their table that was round with 4 seats seemed like this had all been planned since far away days .

figaro approached the man and regretted it. "what was your trip please the master" smiled with a slight bow because he was not too high."surf .how did you journey the young man" he replied.

the man next to him looked around him looking at the bodyguard and the few servants waiting on some sides.he was so focused yet calm.

after formal speaking they sat in their seats, except for the red-clothed man just standing straight behind him with his head slightly raised and hands behind his body.

agenya starts the conversation .

"well this figaro is the owner of the Brugge club, Mr. Adalberto alberto, and this alberto lord is figaro.well I am his agent my name is carlos.so can we start our talks" he said after that he sat down after standing up.

negotiations between them began, Alberto who is experienced in transfer affairs and makes players interested in signing a contract at his club seems to be able to calmly negotiate. that is evident from several times he managed to corner the figaro who want a salary of 2 times the anderlecht club. carlos wants his clients to be paid 300,000 BEF of Belgium which is equivalent to 100 million per week"

alberti certainly didn't want him to lose, though, although he wants to beat his rival club and rival Virgo he does not want to be harmed by players whose skills are flat but carlos already knows it will happen for that carlos gives the file he has which concerns the results of transfers made by club legends brugge and anderlect.

look at that old man like a dog who gets his favorite food . for that .." I think you'll like this file as a guarantee, this is only half of it . if you want you can get it all" he said, luring the old man.

stupid Figaro, staring at his agent .

the atmosphere for a moment was quiet and then, he stuck his finger behind his body . no!

the man in the back immediately gave me a very fancy ballpoint pen, covered in diamonds over the tip of the pen and the side with gold. "well, I'll give you 350,000 as a bonus . what if your player gets a target of 20 goals next season, will get 300 others "he clicks his finger and the waiter gives a blank paper.

he wrote down the number which was his number and immediately left .

figaro was astonished, but he was plus astonished when his agent was surprised while holding the number paper.

"wait, sir, don't you want to eat while talking?" carlos approached him immediately.

"i don't have any business and I'm tired of the food here, let's take me to the car" he told the man in the blue suit who was directly waiting for him to leave.

carlos returns to his desk, a figaro who is astonished and upset that the man only sat for 10 minutes and made him pay . "what the fuck is he , ' he , I paid for this restaurant and he just gave me the number?"

agenya annoyedly interrupted him. "silently you are stupid, you do not know what . do you know the value of this number and the time with the man earlier.Even the leader of this country alone can not meet him . and only certain people get the fucking number you said you were fucking. Did you know when he walked into this restaurant. he paid for everything before you paid him he was a terrible man to be an enemy"

seriously on figaro