big mouth ball king

Chapter 887
Balotelli moved to Manchester City for 2800 million euros.

Raiola grinned from ear to ear. This is a lot of money. In summer, both Ibrahimovic and Bashen can bring in income.

The outside world is now most concerned about Tang Zhenglong.

If Tang Zhenglong transfers, it must be the king of the summer. After all, Tang Zhenglong still has a long contract with Real Madrid.

Fat Man gathered a lot of reporters on his doorstep in Italy.

As soon as Raiola appeared, reporters swarmed over.

The fat man slowed down and opened the car glass.

"Hello everyone."

"Mino."

"What do you want to know?"

"We want to know if Tang Zhenglong will move to Manchester City?"

"This……"

Raiola deliberately came up with a trick to play hard to get.

"All I can tell you is that in this crazy summer, anything can happen."

This sentence gave the reporters endless reverie.

Fatty's meaning is also very clear, you can go as you want.

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Mourinho looked at the newspaper with a look of displeasure.

"What do you mean that anything can happen? Next season, Tang Zhenglong must belong to Real Madrid. Is there any doubt?"

Morais smiled and said, "This fat man is just trying to make something interesting."

Mourinho shook his head, "I don't think so, this fat man is likely to cause trouble, and Tang Zhenglong's performance against Manchester United was too good."

"Jose, what do you want to do?"

"You go to contact this fat man and ask him to come to the club, and I will talk to him."

"Ok."

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"Talk to me?" Raiola smiled and put down the phone. "I really admire myself. What a wise decision I made signing Tang Zhenglong back then, hahaha."

Unexpectedly, the phone rang again, showing that it was Mancini.

In fact, this is Mancini Jr., the current coach of Manchester City, who is also Italian.

Don't doubt the fellowship in the football circle. Many times, people in the football world like to ask fellow villagers for help.

"Robert, why did you remember to call me?"

"Mino, come out for a chat?"

"Hehe, I don't want it anymore, I'm very busy, and you know it, it's summer now."

Mancini chuckled.

"If I told you that there is a business of [-] million euros waiting for you, would you buy me a cup of coffee?"

Raiola shuddered.

There were rumors about the scandal between Tang Zhenglong and Manchester City, but as an insider, he knew very well that those were all nonsense. Manchester City never offered him a penny, but this time it was the Manchester City coach who said it himself.

But Raiola is an old fox, and he is not that simple.

"Two hundred million euros? How many people can drink coffee for a lifetime, hahaha."

"Come out, I'll send you an address."

Raiola thought about it.

"Okay, but I'm not making any promises."

"I don't need your promise either. This is a meeting between two old Italian friends."

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Do you think there is an impenetrable wall in the world?
of course not.

Raiola and Mancini were photographed.

Mourinho stared at the phone screen with a smile on his lips.

"Fatty man, come with me. When I was in Barcelona, ​​you were still a pure fat man."

Mourinho feels that this is a trick of the fat man. He does not believe that there are people in today's football who are crazy enough to offer a sky-high price of [-] million euros to buy a player.

Then Morris came in.

"Jose, here he comes."

"Let him in."

Raiola walked into the office with a big belly.

"Jose, your taste is much better than Pellegrini's. The old guy's office is empty. You have at least one painting here. This is Monet's painting."

Mourinho stood up and said with a smile: "You are worthy of being an Italian, you still have great taste in art."

"Haha, so-so, so-so, don't look at us as rich, but the authentic works of these works of art are definitely not affordable."

"any drinks?"

"Have a cappuccino."

"Cappuccino is too hot, let me bring you a cup of black coffee."

Raiola is a little upset, why?
Mourinho did it on purpose, with me, you can't do whatever you want.

Raiola puts the coffee aside and folds his hands in front of him.

"Jose, why did you ask me? Can you tell me directly."

"no problem."

Mourinho throws the phone over.

"I just want to tell you, don't do this kind of thing in the future, I'm not a rookie in football, this kind of thing can't scare me, it will only disgust me."

The fat man smiled slightly.

"Jose, do you think [-] million is too much?"

Mourinho nodded.

"I know Manchester City have money, but that's not something they picked up."

"Hehe, Jose, maybe none of us have ever met a rich man, take a look at this."

"what?"

Raiola slapped a check on the table.

"A check from the Emiratis."

Mourinho took a look.

"Why are there no numbers?"

Suddenly, he suddenly realized that this is a check that can be filled out at will. Of course, this is not a bad check like the one in the movie. You can really write as much as you want, but the amount must be quite amazing.

Raiola said with a smile: "These bastards who sell oil are really rich, [-] million? Haha, if I want, I can double it."

At this time, even the well-informed Mourinho was stunned.

"I understand what you mean, but Tang Zhenglong won't sell it, what can you do?"

Raiola puts away the check.

"Hehe, Jose, this is the world of football, money can buy everything, including you." The fat man pointed at Mourinho, then stood up and left.

"Your coffee."

"I love cappuccino, and I will never compromise."

After Raiola left, Mourinho stood up and looked at the players who were training outside.

"It turns out that this is what it feels like to be thrown with money!"

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"Tang Zhenglong, you are such a genius, how did you come up with it, hahaha." Raiola almost laughed out loud.

Tang Zhenglong flicked the check with his index finger. This is a high-quality imitation he bought on a certain treasure website.

"This old fellow Jose keeps targeting me. He really thinks I, Tang Zhenglong, are a soft persimmon."

"Haha, you didn't see his expression today, it's so funny."

"I can imagine that."

Tang Zhenglong chuckled.

"By the way, what about Manchester City?"

"Hehe, [-] million? You really think that the money of the UAE people is for nothing. After all, Mancini can only open up to [-] million at most, and I have to give a commission."

Tang Zhenglong nodded, "Money is something that everyone lacks."

"Haha, that's right."

"Then what are you going to do?"

Tang Zhenglong leaned back on the sofa, "Oh, I suddenly feel very unwell, and I'm going to ask for leave tomorrow."

"Haha, Don, you are such a thief."

(End of this chapter)