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William smiled and looked at Kenny, the team manager who was waiting aside.

Kenny hurriedly stepped forward and extended his hand to say hello, "Good afternoon, Mr. Devonhill, I'm Kenny Jackson, the current manager of Chelsea."

"Hello, Mr. Jackson", William and Kenny shook hands, "Thank you for coming to Chelsea, let's go, show me around the stadium, to be honest, this is the first time I have walked into this stadium."

"Okay, BOSS, please let me come." Kenny stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, and took William to visit the Stanford Stadium. It took more than 40 minutes, and when he walked to the home team's locker room, William shook his head at Kenny, "Okay, let's stop here today, you go and do your work."

"Okay, BOSS." Seeing that William had no intention of entering the locker room, and remembering the rumors that William hated Ranieri very much, Kenny shook his head as he watched William walk into the elevator. It seemed that the rumors were indeed true. Could not help silently sighed for Ranieri.

Since taking over Chelsea in August, Ranieri's performance in the team is still very good. His serious and responsible attitude has won the trust of the team.

Thinking of the younger Mourinho he saw today, Kenny shook his head and sighed again.

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Anthony took William to the VIP room of the stadium by elevator. Not long after sitting down, William appeared on the big screen of the stadium, which made the Chelsea fans who were waiting for the opening immediately cheered.

All the Chelsea fans stood up and waved to William. William stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass to wave to the fans. Now the fans cheered even louder.

After dealing with the fans for a few minutes, William sat back on his seat and asked Anthony who was sitting behind him: "Is Mourinho here?"

"Here we are, in the first row behind the coach's bench of the home team."

"Well, didn't you arrange a private room for him?"

"Boss, he asked to watch the players up close," Anthony grinned.

William smiled knowingly, "Observing players? Observing Ranieri is the real thing, forget it, let's leave him alone, Grand Duke Xi Sisi and the guests of the Celestial Dynasty have arranged?"

"Yes, it's just two rooms next to your private room."

"Well, please help me invite Grand Duke Xisi Min to come over."

"OK, BOSS."

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. William walked to the door and opened it. He shook hands with the equally happy Grand Duke Xisimin with a smile, greeted each other and sat down. , I heard that Chelsea's valuation has increased by hundreds of millions of pounds since the news of our land exchange spread?"

He glanced at Grosvenor in a funny way. This guy felt unbalanced when he saw that the contract had not yet been signed, and William earned hundreds of millions of pounds for nothing. "Thank you, Grosvenor",

Picking up the wine glass, he touched Grosvenor, "Why don't you buy a team to play with, don't blame me for not reminding you, the London team is a scarce resource, as long as the results are good, there is no problem with a 30% increase every year ?”

"Forget it, the bank can't lend money in this period, I'm not like you, I don't have that much cash to buy the team." Grosvenor shook his head, "I already got 10% of England's Electricity, when will the contract be signed?"

"So soon?" William looked at Grosvenor in surprise, seeing Grosvenor nodding his head affirmatively, William said with a smile, "Anytime, but it's best to wait for King Philip."

"I'm ready. He must be ready earlier than me. Why, didn't Philip call you?" Grosvenor smiled strangely.

William smiled and said nothing, knowing in his heart that Philip just wanted to collect more shares in England Electric Power, and take advantage of William's east wind to make more money.

Chapter 400. The 45-minute interview

At 3:10 p.m. London time, I was chatting about the official start of the match between Chelsea and Manchester United, but the more William watched, the more he wanted to curse. Although Chelsea did not concede a goal in the opening three and [-] minutes, even a layman like William could see the team oppressed by tactics,

I was upset at first, but Grosvenor, who was sitting next to me, smiled and said, "Look, this is the reason why I don't play on the team. It's too difficult to find a good coach and good players. Fanatical fans, once the team does not perform well, they will be scolded."

Fortunately, although the first half was a bit embarrassing, he finally did not concede a goal. During the intermission, William made up his mind and said to Anthony, "Help me invite Mourinho to my mother's private room."

"Okay, BOSS", Anthony walked out of the private room and gave instructions to one of his subordinates, and stood outside the door waiting for William.

After saying excuse me to Grosvenor, William led Anthony into his mother's private room. Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the private room door.

William stood up and stretched out his hand to Mourinho who walked into the private room, "Good afternoon, Mr. Mourinho".

"Good afternoon, Mr. Devinhill, thank you for inviting me to watch the game at Stanford." The two shook hands and greeted each other. After introducing each other to his mother, team manager Kenny and Mourinho, William said, "The second half is about to begin. Alright, Jose, the remaining 45 minutes is your interview, no problem."

"Of course, my honor." Mourinho nodded. Now he is still a little-known role, so his tone and expression are not the slightest like a madman.

Lena looked at William with a displeased face, blaming him for inviting Mourinho to Stanford without telling her in advance, but Kenny, a professional, explained in the first half, and Lena understood that Ranieri was defeated by Ferguson in the first half. She was completely suppressed tactically, which made her start to waver in her heart.

Thinking about the magic of her son William, Lena, who had no intention of changing coaches, had to carefully consider the possibility of changing coaches.

During the 45-minute explanation, Lena and Kenny couldn't help but look at Mourinho with admiration. This 37-year-old guy really has a brush, and the least defense makes Kenny feel that Mourinho is more than one grade better than Ranieri.

The game is over, 0 to 2 loss, Kenny nodded to Lena first, and then took the initiative to reach out to Mourinho, "Re-acquaint yourself, Mr. Mourinho, I am the team operations manager Kenny Jackson , your explanation is wonderful."

Mourinho looked at the smiling William, then at the sullen Lena, reached out to shake hands with Kenny and said calmly, "Thank you, it's not that I'm good, but some people's tactical thinking is too backward."

"Haha", William laughed, knowing that Mourinho was belittling Ranieri, Lena pulled William to the side, glanced at the confident Mourinho and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure?" ?”

"Of course, mom, when my vision is wrong, give him two years, maybe he will bring us back the championship," William affirmed.

"Well, God, I hope my decision today is right." Lena hesitated for a long time, and said to Mourinho, "Congratulations, Mr. Mourinho, are you ready? The time left for you Not much, and the fans won't have much patience for you."

"Thank you, of course I understand this, but I need to confirm first whether I will be the team's sports manager after I take over the team, and how much transfer fee I can get during the winter transfer."

William added, "You are the head coach, and you have the final say on team competition and transfers. As for the transfer fee of 5 million to [-] million pounds, the premise is that you have achievements that allow you to be able to do it until the winter transfer period. The achievements are too great." Bad, all I can say is sorry,

If you qualify for the Champions League next year, you'll get another £1 million transfer fee next summer."

"God", Kenny was shocked by William's bold words that he didn't take money as money, and almost lost the wine glass in his hand. Even Lena was also shocked by the number William said. This is at least 1.5 million pounds. I bought Chelsea before. It's almost the same price.

Not to mention Mourinho, who has never seen such a large sum of money. After a long time, Mourinho said excitedly, "You wait to pay, Mr. Devinhill, I guarantee you will not pay for it. I regret today's decision."

"Very good, I like your confidence, do you need the team to help you find a place to live?" William clapped his palms after finishing speaking, "I forgot to tell you, your annual salary in the first year is 100 million pounds, A league title plus 100 million, the Champions League plus 200 million, as for the FA Cup",

William shook his head and said, "I'm not very interested in that thing. If it doesn't affect the team's performance, you can do whatever you want. If you win the championship, you can add 20 pounds. Of course, your bonus will be calculated separately. Is there a problem?"

"Mr. Devonhill, what do you mean, if I win ten league championships, then my annual salary will be 1100 million pounds?" Mourinho asked stutteringly.