Green Destroyer

Chapter 31 Do you want an annual salary of 1500 million?
Paris.

This is definitely the first time a Metz player has spent the last night before a game in a five-star hotel in nearly a decade.

Of course, Paris in May is the peak season for tourism, and the price of the hotel industry will naturally rise. However, the chairman of Metz, Sairen, still expressed his support for the team and... his desire for the championship in this way.

"Albert, the lads seem to be in good spirits, don't they?"

At the dinner party that night, he also took the initiative to come to the coach Cartier's side and asked about the team's situation.

Cartier, who was cutting food, put down the knife and fork in his hand, and nodded:

"Yes, Mr. Chairman, the current atmosphere in the team is very good, and everyone is full of expectations for tomorrow's final."

Sai Lun picked up the wine glass:
"I won't put any pressure on you, just do your best."

Cartier raised his glass and touched him lightly:
"Thank you, Mr. Chairman."

But he couldn't help but slander in his heart:
Won't apply any pressure?

Then don't come to me and talk nonsense!
Sai Lun took a sip of the bright red wine, then shook his head regretfully:
"It's a pity...we can't adjust the time of the game, otherwise this must be a great time to open up the Chinese market!"

Cartier's heart suddenly had ten thousand French roosters running wildly!
Adjusting your grandma's time? !

In order to please those Chinese masters who are thousands of miles away, sitting in front of the TV, drinking beer and eating melon seeds, do you want the Metz players to burn into bacon under the scorching sun at noon?

We dignified France, don't we have shame?
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"Crash..."

Accompanied by the sound of water, Chen Hao slowly walked out of the sauna room.

After all, it is a five-star hotel, and the facilities here are much more comfortable than the Metz Club. After half an hour, Chen Hao's chest and abdomen were slightly flushed, and the hundred and eight thousand pores on his body seemed to have been purified and washed. People are much more relaxed.

Wrapped in a bath towel, he walked out of the sauna room, and he accepted the hotel's massage service again.

Of course, this is the most formal and professional massage. Besides him, there are also some customers staying in the hotel who are receiving the service, and the whole room is filled with strange voices of "ummmahahah" and "do more vigorously".

Chen Hao just squinted his eyes slightly, letting professional technicians knead his body.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard someone sit down on the chair on the right, and then a middle-aged man's voice sounded:

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Chen?"

He opened his eyes and saw a Frenchman in his forties smiling politely at him.

He was a little puzzled, because he had never seen this Frenchman before:
"You are……?"

The other party's smile is more enthusiastic:
"It's a bit presumptuous, I'm Oliver Le Tang, and I'm currently...the assistant director of Paris Saint-Germain."

Chen Hao suddenly realized:

"It's an honor, Mr. Le Tang."

Letan didn't even intend to get up to shake hands or hug him, and the two of them lay in their respective positions, receiving massages from their respective technicians.

After the two exchanged a few pleasantries, Letan quickly turned to the topic:
"I'm going to be straightforward. Mr. Chen is a genius. He must know that I didn't come to this hotel specifically for massage."

Chen Hao nodded:

"You are the first club to come to meet me in person, I can feel the sincerity."

Letan immediately said:

"Our sincerity is not limited to these. We are willing to provide a basic annual salary worth 800 million euros and a one-time signing fee of 500 million euros to a genius like Mr. Chen. Of course, according to your performance, we also have extremely generous According to Mr. Chen's efficiency this season, even if his annual salary reaches 1500 million euros... it is not a difficult task."

It is true that the annual salaries of Ronaldo and Messi, the leaders of football in this era, have reached the level of 1500-2000 million euros, but the vast majority of players are only at the level of 500 million.

As a boy who is just 17 years old and has only played five Ligue [-] games, Chen Hao has not proved himself on a bigger stage. Take a considerable degree of risk-if Chen Hao's five games are really just a lot of luck, and he can no longer find the feeling of shooting after the transfer, Paris will inevitably bear a very heavy burden.

Chen Hao smiled:
"It's a hard-to-refuse contract."

Letan also showed a confident smile:

"I'm not criticizing Metz, but the structure of this club is too small, and their managers can only barely maintain the operation of the club. And we in Paris, the league has completed three consecutive victories, and the domestic cup has also won soft hands. The current goal is the Champions League at a higher level, which is a competition that only top players can participate in, and Mr. Chen will definitely not want to miss it."

Chen Hao let out a breath:

"Of course, no one will refuse the Champions League stage."

Letan smiled more confidently:

"If Mr. Chen is satisfied with these conditions, shall we initial an agreement first?"

In spite of all his respect, the Frenchman showed a hint of arrogance, consciously or unconsciously.

Of course he knew that Chen Hao was alone in Metz, and his economic conditions could only be regarded as a middle-class family. The Chinese teenager who was unknown a month ago certainly couldn't afford to hire a professional broker or legal lawyer to help him handle the contract.

In his mind, it was too easy to deal with a 17-year-old kid!

As long as you turn the contract to the page of salary and bonus, those countless 000 are enough to dazzle the eyes of this poor Asian!

What else are you talking about?

Hurry up and sign your fingerprints!
But he didn't wait for the expected answer.

Chen Hao shook his head,
"Thank you very much Mr. Le Tang for contacting me personally, but I can't agree."

Letan widened his eyes and blurted out:

"Why? You still think the money is low? These can be discussed! If you perform really well, we can give you the highest salary in the world! Even Ronaldo, Messi, Zlatan Ibrahimovic want right behind you!"

The boy in his heart looked at him very seriously, his tone was as calm as ever:
"Mr. Le Tang, just now you mentioned a problem. Metz's structure is too small. I think it is very correct. Similarly, for me, the Ligue [-] structure is also too small. Although I have only played five games in this league , but I can’t find any sense of accomplishment, do you understand what I mean?”

Letan's face turned pale obviously, and his tone became slightly colder:
"I hope you think about it again, maybe after tomorrow's game, we can talk again."

Chen Hao shook his head resolutely:

"Maybe I can pretend to be polite and promise you to think about it, but I don't want to deceive myself. Yes, if I have to transfer tomorrow, then I will definitely not stay in Ligue [-]."

The corner of Le Tang's mouth seemed to twitch. He waved his hand to stop the massaging technician, took out a few euros from his body, slapped them heavily on the table beside him, and walked away like that.

"Chinese, you will regret it!"
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Half an hour later, Chen Hao, who finally finished his health care, returned to the floor reserved by the Metz Club.

As soon as he walked to the door of his room, he saw Cartier with a pale face:
"Can you tell me where you went at night?"

Chen Hao lifted the small bag in his hand:
"Just like at the club, I took a sauna after extra practice."

Cartier's face seemed to drip ink:
"Didn't meet anyone?"

Chen Hao raised his eyebrows, but soon understood:
"You must have seen some gossip? For example... Paris Saint-Germain?"

Seeing that the players did not hide anything, Cartier's attitude suddenly became a little loose, and he turned on his mobile phone:

"The middle-aged man in this photo...do you know who it is?"

This is a very short piece of news, with less than 200 words in the full text, but this photo is particularly conspicuous.

Two men, one old and one young, were lying on the massage table wrapped in only a bathrobe, chatting with each other with a relaxed face.

"Paris Saint-Germain secretly talking about the popular demon star! The two parties seem to have reached an agreement!"

Paris' revenge came fast enough. Since the deal failed, they simply used the media to try to make tomorrow's opponents mess up!

Metz's absolute offensive core has been hooked away by the opponent!
You still kick a fart!

"What a clumsy trick!"

Chen Hao shrugged:

"He claimed that he was an assistant director in Paris, Oliver Le Tang, and offered me an annual salary of 1500 million, but I have already rejected him."

"What? 1500 million?!"

Cartier almost broke his jaw.

You know, his annual salary in Metz... is only a mere 50!

As for Chen Hao, who is the team's highest salary, his weekly salary is only 2 euros, 54 weeks a year, plus appearance fees, goal bonuses and other bonuses, the annual income will definitely not exceed 150 million.

This is a full ten times the gap!

"You refused?"

Cartier looked incredible.

Chen Hao opened the door of the room:

"Coach, do you trust me?"

Cartier shook his lips, but did not give an answer immediately.

Although Chen Hao was promoted from the youth training team to the first team, under the lure of such a huge profit, no one dared to guarantee that the players would not rebel!

Chen Hao was not surprised, he just smiled:
"Well, tomorrow's game, if I don't play anything in the first 30 minutes, oh no, the first 15 minutes, you can replace me immediately! I have absolutely no complaints! I will do what I say!"

(End of this chapter)