Football nukes: a pound buys a club

Seeing Manchester City frantically signing in there, Zhang Chong suddenly thought of someone.

Mahrez.

Due to Leicester City's relegation last season, he can only follow to play in the British Championship.

In the just-concluded Championship season, Leicester City lost to Stoke City in the play-offs and missed promotion.

This excellent winger can only continue to be wasted in the British Championship.

Although Bury doesn't need him now, Zhang Chong can let Hercules buy him!

So, he called Burgos and asked him to go to Leicester City to buy Mahrez.

A player of this level must be useful in two-line combat!

And he also set off from Bury to join him at Leicester.

Soon, the two met in Leicester.

Burgos is used to the whims of his boss.

However, the boss's transactions last year proved that he was right, which made him drop everything immediately after receiving the boss's order, and flew directly to Leicester.

The two rested for one night, and arrived at the Leicester City Club early the next morning.

Walsh, director of Leicester City, received them.

The director once played for Bury, and when he saw the boss who made Bury take off, his face suddenly turned into a smile.

But when he heard that they were going to buy Mahrez, he had a troubled expression on his fat face: "Makhrez is the core of our offense, and we don't want to let him go."

Zhang Chong: "With all due respect, Leicester City's failure to upgrade this season means that you will have to struggle in the British Championship for at least two consecutive seasons. Now Mahrez is 26 years old. If you waste another year in the low-level league , he will not have many chances to hit a higher goal."

Walsh was silent for a while, he knew Zhang Chong was right.

In fact, Mahrez also expressed his desire to develop in a higher-level team with him, but was persuaded by him and the team owner Vichai.

After all, Mahrez was the one who introduced Leicester City, and Mahrez still trusts him.

But if Mahrez knows that a team at the Europa League level is making an offer, it is estimated that he will not be able to extinguish his idea of ​​​​leaving the team.

After a while, he smiled at Zhang Chong and the two: "Sorry, I'll call the boss first."

A few minutes later, he came over, followed by a middle-aged man wearing glasses.

Zhang Chong immediately recognized this person as Vichai, the owner of Leicester City.

The half-Chinese Thai tycoon greeted them with a smile: "Hello!"

Zhang Chong quickly stood up: "Mr. Vichai, hello."

He is full of respect for the boss who single-handedly created the miracle of Leicester City in that timeline.

Of course, not only because of his achievements, but also because he is a good person.

Weichai looked at him carefully, and said in Chinese, "You must be Mr. Zhang Chong, right? You are as handsome as you are on TV."

Zhang Chong smiled: "Mr. Vichai was joking, just call me Zhang Chong."

Vichai sat down on the sofa: "Mr. Zhang Chong, I only thought that your Bury was very good before. I didn't expect that Hercules Club is also your property."

Zhang Chong is very low-key: "Compared to you, I have just started on the road."

Vichai shook his head: "Your achievements in football are already much higher than mine."

Zhang Chong is very modest: "It's just luck."

Weichai laughed: "Don't be too modest! If it's just luck to be the champion of four levels for four consecutive years, then you must win every time you buy a lottery ticket."

Zhang Chong felt a little guilty, his money was really earned from spinach...

Vichai's Chinese is not particularly good, with a strong taste of Fujian and Wanwan.

However, he still insisted on talking to Zhang Chong in Chinese, while Walsh and Burgos next to him could only stare blankly.

After Zhang Chong chatted with Vichai for a few words, Vichai finally changed the subject to the main topic: "Zhang Chong, do you want to bring Mahrez to La Liga?"

Zhang Chong nodded: "Yes, I think Mahrez is a very important addition to our team's frontcourt."

Vichai thought about it and raised his head: "I know, if Mahrez knows that you want to buy him, we probably won't be able to keep him. So, I agree to sell him. But you need to pay a reasonable price."

Zhang Chong nodded: "It's natural. I don't know what your psychological price is for him?"

Weichai smiled: "Shouldn't you quote first?"

Zhang Chong knew that although he looked harmless to humans and animals, he was actually an extremely shrewd character, otherwise he would not have established such a large business empire.

So he said: "We offer 700 million pounds."

Weichai smiled: "This quotation is not bad, but it has not yet reached our psychological price."

Zhang Chong thought for a while, then said again: "800 million pounds."

Weichai looked at Zhang Chong with a half-smile: "Our psychological price is 1000 million pounds."

Zhang Chong knew that in terms of the level of negotiation, Vichai would be able to blow him away.

If Vichai keeps silent, Zhang Chong will definitely pay a high price if he wants to win Mahrez.

Vichai took the initiative to tell him the psychological price, which obviously sold his face.

So Zhang Chong didn't counter-offer: "Okay, then 1000 million!"

Vichai nodded with a smile: "Deal!"

The two of them told the result of the negotiation to the duo of supervisors who were still in a daze, and let them communicate on the rest.

Walsh called Mahrez and asked him to come back to deal with the transfer.

Mahrez, who is in Morocco, heard that he could transfer to a Europa League-level team, so he didn't hesitate. He booked a ticket and rushed back.

Since it will take some time for him to come back, Zhang Chong and Burgos can only stay in Leicester for one day.

Vichai graciously invited them to his villa for lunch.

As a Chinese, he is still very hospitable.

Since Burgos was going to visit an old friend of his, Zhang Chong was the only one going this time.

Vichai and Zhang Chong walked out of the club's office building and walked towards an open field.

There, a helicopter was parked quietly.

The corner of Zhang Chong's mouth twitched, thinking about how Vichai would die in the future.

He couldn't help asking: "Mr. Vichai, do we have any other means of transportation?"

Vichai was a little strange: "Is the helicopter not good? There is no traffic jam, and the scenery is good."

Zhang Chong really wanted to give him a stick, and then said to him, you really don't know how you will die in the future?

But he couldn't say it clearly, so he could only find an excuse: "I have a psychological shadow, and I dare not take a helicopter."

Weichai laughed: "Okay, then I will take the car with you."

In the car, Zhang Chong said to Vichai: "Mr. Vichai, I am not afraid of heights, but I still dare not take a helicopter. Do you know why?"

Weichai was a little curious: "Why?"

Zhang Chong's face was solemn: "Because I have seen the scene of the helicopter crashing with my own eyes."