The strongest blade in football

Chapter 105 A Little Cooler

After Evans finished speaking, he patted Wang Nuo on the shoulder and left. They had agreed in advance that Evans would not participate in the meeting.

Wang Nuo watched Evans leave. He turned his head and found that the fat man's profile looked familiar.

Wang Nuo stared at him, recalling the names and news that appeared on the TV, but found nothing.

The fat man didn't notice Wang Nuo, and he was concentrating on the tenderloin steak on the tabletop grill.

The teppanyaki in front of him was just right, the steaks were juicy, tender and medium rare.

The fat man displayed extraordinary patience by chopping one of the forks thoroughly into equidistant pieces with a constant frequency of "tap" "tap" "tap".

After cutting, he put his nose up and sniffed it a few times, showing a satisfied expression. He drank a sip of the red wine in the glass to moisten his dry throat, and then picked up the steel fork.

A steady stream of chunks of beef was fed into that mouth, chewing continuously, and the fat juice overflowing from the corner of the mouth was licked back by the flexible tongue, without any waste.

Wang Nuo stared blankly for nearly half a minute. Watching him eat was a kind of enjoyment. Wang Nuo felt that his own appetite was also stimulated.

Just when he was hesitating whether to interrupt the opponent's attack on the second steak, the fat man turned his head around.

The moment Wang Nuo saw the fat man's face, even the hairs on his body stood up involuntarily!
Oh!God!

He no longer had to recall any TV pictures, he had seen this face years ago!

He's Mino Raiola, and this guy who gorges like no one else is Mino Raiola!
He is one of the top ten football agents in Europe!

As a super agent, he has a cloud of stars under him, Nedved, Van Bommel, Ibrahimovic, Maxwell, supernova Balotelli, he is a force that cannot be ignored in the entire European football.

He is hated by some clubs and regarded as an insatiable vampire. He is also regarded as a relative by the players under his banner. He can make high-priced transfers and help players get high salaries.

He is a mix of angel and demon.

"Oh, you're twenty minutes early."

He was not surprised at all when he saw Wang Nuo, like a friend he had known for a long time, "Sit across the table, you can wait for a while, or you can eat with me, I can't finish eating so much by myself. "

Hearing what the other party said, Wang Nuo immediately swallowed the polite words such as "Hello, Mr. Raiola" and "Nice to meet you" that were about to come out of his mouth.

Facing such a powerful boss, Wang Nuo sat across from Raiola like a well-behaved high school student.

"Sorry to talk to you while eating, this is my first meal since last night." Raiola had no table manners at all, "You should know who I am."

"Yes, Mr. Raiola." Wang Nuo nodded.

"You don't have to be too polite, just call me Mino."

He showed a friendly smile, gave Wang Nuo a look, and at the same time handed over a set of cutlery.

Wang Nuo took the tableware, but did not intend to start it, "Thank you, I have already eaten after training in the morning."

"Really, in fact, the food in this hotel tastes good."

Wang Nuo sat and watched Raiola eat the second steak.

"If you're not hungry, you can give a detailed self-introduction first. I checked some information about you on the Internet, but I still don't know enough about you."

Raiola said.

Self introduction?Wang Nuo did not expect the meeting to unfold in this way.

Well, what Raiola said makes sense, you have to get to know each other when you meet, Wang Nuo thought about it and thought there was nothing wrong with it.

But he was going to make himself cool, so the self-introduction was brief.

"My name is Wang Nuo, Chinese, last May..., then..., then..., then..., so..., looking forward to..."

It took only half a minute for Wang Nuo to finish speaking, and at this time Raiola hadn't finished cutting the third steak.

"This is your self-introduction? What's the difference between this and the information I can get in a minute after opening the webpage?"

Raiola stopped in mid-air with a knife in his hand, and shook his head, "If you really want to cooperate with me, show some sincerity and don't put me off!"

Wang Nuo didn't expect Raiola to react like this, he was a little confused.

"What do you want to hear?"

"Tell me everything that will allow me to fully understand you and facilitate happy communication in the future."

"As for where you are from, where you play, how many goals you score, don't repeat the stupid stuff, those websites have already told me."

Wang Nuo was a little depressed by Raiola. Under normal circumstances, shouldn't he communicate step by step and slowly?

Is this what makes Super Agent Mino Raiola different?
Wang Nuo didn't get angry because of this, he knew what he was here for today.

So next, Wang Nuo simply followed Raiola's meaning and told his football career completely.

From the time I first came to Belgium and played football at the United Nations Stadium, I kept talking about how many people I passed in the last game, and how many glasses of water I drank after training today.

He deliberately rambled on about a lot of messy things in life, just waiting for Raiola to get impatient and call it off.

But miraculously, Raiola didn't say anything.

After he finished eating, he sat across from him, listening intently, interjecting occasionally, asking questions of interest, and being very patient throughout the process.

Just like when he cuts the sirloin.

After Wang Nuo searched his brains and told the other party everything he could say, the electronic clock on the hotel wall showed that it was already 3:55 in the afternoon.

Raiola has already had enough to eat and drink.

"Very good, very good, now is the beginning of our real communication." Raiola handed Wang Nuo a glass of water, "I must know you well enough to help you better!"

"There is another question, this meeting, do you want me to be your agent? Or do you just want me to help you with a transfer before the summer, and then leave?" Raiola ask.

He speaks in a firm, unobtrusive manner that sometimes comes across as offensive and sometimes as if he doesn't treat the other person as an outsider.

"I'm not sure either," Wang Nuo said.

"Not sure? You're not even sure what you want? Are you kidding me?"

"No."

"Then answer me, I didn't fly over from Barcelona to hear your stories!"

This was the first time Wang Nuo encountered such a situation, and he realized that Raiola was different from anyone he had ever met before.

He thought to himself, no wonder so many players are so devoted to him, he is such a special guy.

"Some things have disturbed me recently. I want to ask for help. Please be my agent."

Wang Nuo finally made up his mind, he felt that he had considered it.

"I heard that you rejected many agents who came to visit before? Why didn't you give them a chance?" Raiola asked again.

"I just want to find someone who can really help me."

"Did you always think you were cool?" Raiola looked at Wang Nuo, "Don't you like the group of managers?"

Wang Nuo didn't know why Raiola asked such a question, but it did hit his heart.

Two months ago, he would not have considered asking an agent to help him. He felt that players only need to play well, and everything will come naturally.

Wang Nuo could have told the truth, but he has been infected by Raiola's way of speaking, and he doesn't want to be a good baby who answers questions anymore.

"I do think I'm cool, those crappy agents don't deserve me, that's why I found you!"

For the first time since Wang Nuo talked, he looked into Raiola's eyes seriously, without any avoidance in his eyes.

Raiola also stared at Wang Nuo, the two of them were like playing with 123 wooden figures, without blinking their eyes much.

After a while, Raiola suddenly laughed, "You're not cool enough, boy, you're not even close, but you're a smart guy! Tell me, which clubs want to buy you now?"

Wang Nuo repeated what De Sart once said, "Milan, Tottenham, Borussia Mönchengladbach, Marseille, among them Milan has met me in private and talked for half an hour."

Raiola was taken aback after hearing this, and laughed loudly. After a while, he lowered his voice and said, "If you believe me, remove the option of Milan first. You can't go to Milan. You won't have much money." Playing time is not a good choice, at least right now!"

"As for other teams, you don't have to worry. I'm here and I'll help you have a good talk. There's still a lot of time!"

"And now, let's sign the contract first and shake hands, shall we?"

When Wang Nuo saw the contract that Raiola took out, he knew that he had already prepared.

"Yes, Mr. Raiola."

Wang Nuo readily agreed.

He didn't want to feel the unknown and anxiety anymore. He knew that once he chose this man, at least he didn't have to worry about the transfer.

"I just said, just call me Mino!" Raiola punched Wang Nuo hard on the chest.

"Also, there's a chance you can learn from that Zlatan guy, he was such a bad fart when he was about your age, you can be a little cooler! It's good for you!"

(End of this chapter)