Jorge Mendes took an iPad and strode into a special indoor swimming pool.

The reason why this indoor swimming pool is special is that the swimming pool is not large, but there is a fitness bicycle in the water-filled swimming pool.

And on this underwater bike is sitting a man wearing only swimming trunks, his back is all angular muscles, but the most striking is his two thighs, with each pedaling Movements, the muscles on the thighs will bulge, as if there is energy exploding inside.

With his back to Mendes, this man is struggling with the bicycle wholeheartedly. The blood vessels protruding from his thigh can be seen to pedal the bicycle. The strength required is not small.

"Cristiano, Cristiano. Come and see how good this kid is?"

Mendes walked over to the pool and said to the man who was riding.

The called Cristiano Ronaldo did not get off the bicycle, but leaned forward and reached out, Mendes squatted by the pool, and also handed over, thus handing the iPad tablet to Ronaldo.

Then Ronaldo continued to pedal, and at the same time opened the video.

After watching it for only a few seconds, he whispered, "This body is really too weak, I know it is weak and can't help but look..."

But then he saw Gao Zheng picking the ball on the spot, then picked up the ball and turned the volley to score the goal, unconsciously stopped at his feet.

Mendes noticed the scene, and he smiled slightly.

Then Ronaldo sat alone on the bicycle, watching the content of the video intently with the tablet.

This video is not a collection of goals. In addition to scoring, there are some other content, such as the protagonist's ball stopping, passing, and some clever escape actions...

When Ronaldo finished watching the video, it was discovered that the name of the video was "Genius Touching the Ball".

He really thought it was the right title. This kid looks really good at controlling football and the ball feels outstanding.

"How is it? Cristiano?" Mendes asked when Ronaldo was holding a tablet in a daze.

"The technology is really good, but it's still the problem-the body is too thin." Ronaldo returned the tablet to his agent. "Why, are you interested in him?"

"Yes, I plan to go to Italy."

Mendes's response surprised Ronaldo: "Are you going?"

"Yes."

Ronaldo frowned: "As for?"

Mendes smiled: "Cristiano, are you jealous?"

"I don't have it!" Ronaldo hummed, "Who am I, and I'm Cristiano Ronaldo, the best player in the world, why should I eat a child's vinegar?"

"You are right, Cristiano, you are the best player on the planet, how could a child threaten you? I just think that if you want to sign a player, you should show some sincerity. And you know Yes, I have never represented a Chinese player yet." Mendes said with a smile. "And China has an infinite market, that is a country that deserves attention."

Cristiano Ronaldo waved his hand: "Then go, I wish you good luck."

After that he continued to work **** the bicycle.

Looking at his concentrated look, Jorge Mendes shook his head and got up and walked away.

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"Are we going to wait outside the training base outside Mugnani?" The part-time driver Nicolo Togliano drove the car off the highway and followed the traffic sign "To Boriasco" Before driving, he asked Viviano sitting in the back row.

But Viviano asked an unexpected question: "Do you know where Gao lives, Nicolo?"

"It's not a secret where he lives, but..."

"We'll go there and go to where he lives." Viviano said decisively.

"Are you sure, Andrea?" Nicolo glanced at his friend through the rearview mirror.

"Of course, I'm sure. We will wait for him at his door!"

"But doing so is likely to provoke Gao. After all, no one wants to talk about business at the door..."

"It's okay, Nicolo. To win that dead fat man, we have to do something unexpected. And you also know that the people of Migure are waiting outside the training base to be high. Since this thing, I think other People don’t want to be able to reach Gao in this way anymore."

Togliano was persuaded by Viviano. He turned the car to the right instead of heading towards the Sampdoria training base.

Viviano raised his wrist and looked at the watch: "It's still some time before they finish their training. Find a hotel near his house. We take a shower, and then take the car to wash it. The look of the car now knows We were rushed over by the dust."

"You take a bath, I don't need to go to the car wash directly." Togliano made suggestions.

Viviano didn't insist, because he knew that if they both took a shower and then went to wash the car, time might be too late...

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Gao Zheng as usual returned to his apartment in Pellet's car. This time when he got off and said goodbye to Pellet and walked to the door of his apartment, a person suddenly walked straight from the side of the road towards himself.

Gao Zheng thought that the other party was a fan looking for his signature. He did not expect the other party to say: "Hello, Gao Zheng."

This sentence makes Gao Zheng stunned. He has been in Italy for a long time. He has become accustomed to others calling him "Gao", or someone wants to call him "Gao Gao". He can accept it, but a foreigner calls him "Gao Zheng." It's really rare.

What's more, the foreigner's pronunciation when he said "Gao Zheng" could not hear an obvious accent. It was relatively authentic, and it was like speaking Chinese.

When the other party saw Gao Zheng stunned, he explained with a smile: "I know that Chinese people call each other in this way, and they will not put their surnames behind us like we did."

"Ah, yes... you are the first Italian I met that way."

The other party laughed: "Introduce yourself, Andre Viviano, an agent."

With such an introduction, Gao Zheng knew what was going on.

"After the news reports that Laiola contacted me, I thought I would never see the second one to come to my agent." Gao Zheng said half-jokingly.

"Lajola is just a little more famous, and he cannot possibly monopolize the entire market."

Gao Zheng noticed a disgusted expression on his face when he mentioned Raiola, but he didn't question it.

"I know it's very presumptuous, but I'm sorry I may only find you in this way. I hope you forgive me..." Viviano bowed slightly, and then continued, "I'm here to hope to be able to You talk about it and become your agent...if you can, could you please let me have a dinner..."

Before he could speak, he heard a sudden burst of harsh tires rubbing against the ground, and then saw that the car Gao Gao had just drove back at lightning speed.

Then Pellet jumped out of the car: "Hi, high, I saw him in the rearview mirror..." He pointed to Viviano with a fierce look. "Any trouble?"

"No, no." Gao Zheng quickly waved his hand. "This is an agent. He wants to talk to me."

"Agent?" Pellet looked at each other suspiciously.

Viviano quickly reached out: "Hello, Andre Viviano, a football agent."

Pellet did not mean to shake hands with him, but turned to Gao Zheng and said, "I have never heard of such a No. 1 agent. Be careful, Gao. You are getting more and more famous now. There are more and more scammers."

In the face of Pelé’s unabashed hostility, Gao Zheng was a little surprised that the agent who had previously looked like a gentleman responded very hard: "I am a FIFA broker with an international license, if I don’t believe it. , You can go to the official website of FIFA. Or you can go to the official website of the Italian Football Association."

Pellet didn't seem to expect that the other party would dare to choke on himself directly. He froze for a while, and then continued to say sternly, "I will check it. Don't try to deceive me Pelle!"

He poked his chest with his thumb.

Gao Zheng had already heard the color of Pele in the tone, so he quickly came out to play round: "Okay, okay, it's okay, Graziano. He just wanted to invite me to dinner, and won't kidnap me. You Go back quickly."

"Are you sure it's really okay?" Pelle asked, then he leaned into Gao Zheng's ear and lowered his voice. "Actually, I suggest you don't agree to any of his invitations. Now this inexplicable appearance appears in you. People in front of you should be careful, especially those who block you directly at your door... even if he is not a kidnapper, you should also be careful that he is a fake reporter who is approaching you to get some inside information. These paparazzi Is the most annoying..."

When he said this, his eyes were always on Viviano, who was standing opposite Gao Zheng.

Faced with the same eyes as this demonstration, Viviano also looked at him without shrinking.

"He said that he can check his identity on the official website of the Football Association. I think there should be no problem. If it is a fake one, he should not make such a promise." Gao Zheng shook his head gently, and also answered in a very low voice.

"So, Gao. You go with him, and I ask my agent to help you check his identity. If it is fake, I will call you immediately." Pellet did his due diligence, and Gao Zheng did not object, think This is indeed a feasible approach.

So he went to Viviano and asked for a business card and handed it to Pellet. Then he agreed to invite him.

Seeing that Gao Zheng finally agreed to have a meal with himself, Viviano relieved himself secretly. In fact, he did not look back at Pelay without giving in, but he was also very nervous, fearing that Gao Zheng would be fooled. Pellet, who was killed halfway through, convinced and refused his invitation.

After that, if you want to contact Gao Zheng and persuade him, it will become extremely difficult.

And now Gao Zheng has agreed to his invitation, at least a problem is explained-he really has not reached an agreement with Lajola, he still has a chance, even if the probability of success is not high, it does not prevent him from letting go. .

So he pointed to the Mercedes-Benz parked on the roadside and said, "Let's get in the car, Gao Zheng."

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