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Chapter 149 Fishing Bait
A professionally dressed female secretary served Duncan and Jim Cassell a cup of coffee each.

"Try our Valencia-specific coffee, 'Café-del-tiempo'. In English, it means time coffee." Juan Carlyle looked very enthusiastic and smiled.

Duncan remained calm and glanced at Jim Cassell.

"I would like to ask Chairman Soler to consider our proposal just now." Jim Cassell said.

"Our schedule is very tight, and we have to go to Real Madrid to see Robinho's performance."

This was discussed between Duncan and Jim Cassell, one singing the red face and the other singing the bad face.

"I think you have to think about it carefully," Soler said with a smile: "It is very difficult for South American players to succeed in the Premier League. It is like Manchester United buying Veron."

"So we arrived at the Valencia club first, and we are going to talk about David Silva first." Jim Cassel said: "As for Robinho, it is naturally a backup tire. So I want to ask Mr. Soler first. , what is your attitude towards the transfer of David Silva?"

Sorel struggled, but he remained firm.

"About David Silva, I have nothing to say, Mr. Coach." Juan Soler showed a disapproving smile: "At this stage, we do not intend to sell the future core of the team. , the star of tomorrow."

He does intend to sell David Silva, Manchester City is also a good buyer, but the timing is not now.

Juan Soler is very confident about the future of David Silva. He believes that after David Silva grows up for another two years, preferably after playing in the World Cup, he will sell for a better price .

Now David Silva, although a member of the Spanish national team, is still a little transparent of the national team.

Juan Soler is a businessman, so he doesn't lose money.

"The Catholic Cathedral of Valencia is a building with a long history. It not only has Gothic style, but also Baroque and Roman styles." Juan Soler stood up and said with a smile: "Come to Valencia, Naturally, I want to visit the Catholic Cathedral of Valencia, and I will arrange staff to take you sightseeing."

With that he stood up.

"I still have a meeting to attend, so I won't accompany you two." Juan Soler got up and walked to the door.

Jim Cassell immediately became anxious, and he glanced at Duncan.

For David Silva, they are inevitable.As for Robinho, there was no shadow at all, just to frighten Juan Soler.

Duncan had a good time, and he didn't have the slightest intention of standing up to chase after him. He even had leisure time, picked up the cup of "time coffee" on the table, and took a sip.

The taste is not great, not as good as the rum in the street bar.

Juan Soler walked to the door, one hand already on the doorknob.

There was panic in Jim Cassell's eyes.

"Mr. Soler, isn't the sale of the old Mestalla stadium going well?" Duncan suddenly said something inexplicable.

Juan Soler's hand, which was holding the doorknob, trembled suddenly.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Juan Soler opened the door and then closed it with a bang.

Jim Cassell looked at Duncan suspiciously: "You seem to know something?"

He had never heard of what Duncan said.

Duncan looked around and said, "Go back and talk."

The two then got up and left Juan Soler's luxurious office.

The hotel where the two stayed was a room specially reserved for them by the Valencia Club. It was a five-star hotel, and it was also very close to the club's residence.

After closing the door, Jim Cassell looked at Duncan and said, "I have a lot of doubts, waiting for you to answer me."

Duncan sat on the sofa, poured himself a cup of tea, and first asked: "What do you think of the chairman of Valencia?"

"The attitude is very good. Although he rejected us, he was very polite to us." Jim Cassell said.

"It's more than good? He received us in his office, what kind of time coffee, and arranged for someone to take us around the cathedral. Isn't this a bit too good?" Duncan said with a smile: "But he finally refused. We, don't you think it's weird?"

"That's right!" Jim Cassell slapped his thigh, and suddenly realized: "If he doesn't want to sell, just refuse it! It doesn't take so much!"

"And we have a head coach and an assistant coach. Normally, if they don't want to sell, they can just find someone like the marketing director to refuse. Why do we need the chairman to come forward in person?" Duncan said suspiciously.

"Hearing what you said, his thoughts are still quite entangled?" Jim Cassell is not stupid, he knows everything.

"Yes! He wants to sell, but he is afraid of selling too low." Duncan said like Sherlock Holmes.

"How could it be sold so low? David Silva is so young and has such great potential! It will only get more and more expensive?" Jim Cassell wondered.

"Do you still remember that when Soler left, I mentioned something about the old stadium?" Duncan said.

"Could it be that the operating conditions of the Valencia club are not good because of this land?"

"He wants to build a new stadium and sell the land at the same time. But the funding gap for the new stadium is getting bigger and bigger, and the land price of the old stadium has been falling. Although the news is blocked now, there is no rumor, but by the end of this year at the latest, Valencia The news of the financial crisis will spread throughout the football world. At that time, the Valencia supermarket will open, and if he wants to sell it at a high price, it will be just a dream!"

"Then how did you know?"

"Because I often read newspapers! I will read economic news such as "British Finance" and "Daily Economic News." Duncan was already prepared: "Knowledge is money, don't you know?"

"Well, I never read any news except sports," admitted the honest assistant coach to his ignorance.

"Then he should sell the player as soon as possible before the news spreads! Otherwise, when the crisis breaks out, the transfer price of the players will be greatly depreciated!" Jim Cassell wondered.

"Maybe it was a fluke," Duncan recalled the news he had seen in his previous life. When the club was in trouble, the Valencia city authorities once took action: "Businessmen always have a gambling mentality, and they don't see the Yellow River... er, they don't see the coffin. No tears."

Duncan originally wanted to say "You will not shed tears if you don't see the Yellow River", but then he thought that Jim Cassell, who doesn't study, must not know where the Yellow River is, so he temporarily changed his words.

"So what should we do now?"

"Didn't he invite us to visit the Valencia Cathedral? Since the signings are unsuccessful, we can't hurt our peace, let's go to the church!"

The bait has been cast, and it depends on whether the club chairman will bite the bait!

(End of this chapter)