Prominence in Football Community

Andre Viviano and several of his agent friends sat in the cafe as usual, chatting and exchanging information with each other while tasting delicious coffee.

For example, what type and position of players does a certain team need? If you don’t have suitable players here, you can also share this information with others. Maybe other agents just have suitable candidates?

In this way, everyone can find more opportunities and facilitate more transactions.

It was originally proposed by Viviano, and the reason for the proposal was precisely because Viviano missed a deal because of poor information. Later, he imagined that there are not many small brokers like himself who are not well-known and have limited connections in Italy. How can they survive in the fiercely competitive market environment?

You must know that many brokers are not even full-time, and often have other jobs. After all, there are not many opportunities for small brokers. It is not bad to be able to succeed two or three times in a year. It was countless times of hard work, negotiation, see-saw, and wrangling, and then finally came back in vain. All expenses incurred during this period are often paid out of pocket.

In addition, any problems with the players under his management also need to be dealt with by the agent, and these problems often require money.

If I had no other source of income and only relied on this job, I'm afraid I would have starved to death long ago.

If these small brokers can be united and everyone can share resources and information, will it be possible to make many businesses that were difficult to do before easy to succeed?

Based on this purpose, Viviano and his very close agent friend established such an organization together. If you inquire about any information in normal times, and other brokers in the organization happen to be suitable for operation, you can share it with everyone, and others will also introduce the opportunity to you.

If everyone is not busy, we will come out to get together one day a week to enhance friendship and understanding, and exchange information that is not very urgent.

The organizer does not charge any fees from these exchanges, and is not responsible for identifying the authenticity of the news. Even the coffee money is paid by each person, which can be said to be very loose.

Since it is an organization, it must have a name, no matter how loose it is.

Viviano originally wanted to call this agent organization "The Avengers", which means revenge on a super agent like Raiola, because Raiola broke the market rules and broke the relationship between the agent and the club. His domineering and domineering practices have also aroused public opinion, and the agent has been stigmatized. Now when everyone mentions player agents, the impressions of "vampire" and "maggot" will appear in their minds.

This is very detrimental to the development of brokers.

But other people didn't agree with the name of the Second Secondary School, and felt that the name was too shameful, so in the end this organization was called the "Brokers' Round Table", because the coffee table happened to be round...

Viviano criticized this featureless name, but in the voting, the "Avengers" he proposed lost to the "Brokers' Roundtable" by a disparity of 1:6. The founder had no way to disobey public opinion, so he could only accept the name aggrieved.

There was no valuable information to share and exchange at today's round table, so everyone chatted quickly.

"Oh, what a bad luck!" Niccolo Toliano sighed, as if something was bothering him, and his appearance immediately attracted everyone's interest.

"What's the matter, Niccolo? Has something bad happened to you?"

At the beginning, the tone was quite concerned, but when Viviano joined the topic, the painting style changed: "Yeah, yeah, let's talk about it and make us happy!"

"Ha ha!"

Amid the roar of laughter, Toliano glared at Viviano.

"I wanted to contact the Chinese genius in Sampdoria, but I was preempted by that bastard Mino Raiola!" said Nicolo Toliano, an agent from Genoa.

"That tall? Niccolo, are you thinking too much? Even if there is no Raiola, why do people look at you? You must know that Andre discovered him much earlier than you, so he was rejected?"

Someone looked at Andrea Viviano.

What he was talking about was an old thing - as early as when Gao Zheng was playing for the AC Milan youth team, Viviano had already contacted Gao Zheng, hoping to become Gao Zheng's agent, but was rejected by Gao Zheng at the time. He flatly refused.

Viviano, who was under everyone's gaze, had a serious expression: "That fat man has become Gao's manager?"

"This should not be the case. The media reported that the two sides were only in contact... But since they have all been in contact, is there any suspense in the result? How many players can refuse the recruitment of Italy's largest agent? As far as I know, many and I had an idea for an agent, but I backed down because of this news..."

"Since you are not sure, you shouldn't give up. Are you all scared by that fat man?" Viviano said.

"Hey, Andre, don't talk nonsense. It's not that I'm frightened, but I don't want to do useless work, waste money and energy and serve as a stepping stone for Raiola, so I don't want to do it." Tory Arno said dissatisfied.

"That's right, maybe in the end, Raiola will laugh at him and say that he is too self-sufficient..." Others also helped Toliano speak.

But Viviano stared into Toliano's eyes: "Niccollo, are you sure you don't have high ideas?"

"what?"

"If you're sure, then I'll go find Gao."

"Are you crazy, Andre?" the others exclaimed this time. "That's Raiola!"

"That's why I call us the 'Avengers'." After finishing speaking, Viviano drank the coffee on the table, put the cup back on the table, got up and left.

"Sorry everyone, I'll be right back."

Looking at his back as he left like a whirlwind, a group of people haven't reacted yet.

"This... isn't he rejected by Gao once? Why did he still go?"

"Why does he always have trouble with Raiola?"

The crowd had the best relationship with Viviano, and his old friend Fabio Adobati sighed: "Because he had a star of hope who was dug over by Raiola... That player is Andre discovered it from the youth team of the small team. He devoted almost all his efforts to that person, created the best conditions for him, and treated him as if he were his own son. But just when this player is a little famous After that, Mino Raiola came with a smell, promised the player a very attractive future, and encouraged the player to kick Andre away..."

"What happened later? What happened to the genius later?" Someone asked curiously.

"Under Raiola's frequent transfers and job-hopping, he couldn't play football seriously. His state plummeted. In the end, no team wanted him. And Raiola saw that he could no longer squeeze out oil and water from him. After he came, he also abandoned him. He himself retired at the age of 26. When Andre heard the news, he told me that if it wasn’t for Mino Raiola, that kid would have had a Brilliant career, can become a national player..."

Adobati can still recall the way Viviano said these words to himself when he was drunk, just like a father who heard the sad news of his son's death, his face was full of tears but he didn't notice it.

"Uh..." It was a bit embarrassing to ask the people behind.

"Why have we never heard from Andre?"

"Who wants to dig up the scars every day for people to see?" Adobati said and everyone fell silent.

After a long silence, someone finally sighed: "No wonder Andre calls our organization 'The Avengers'...he wants to seek revenge from Raiola."

"But... To be honest, I sympathize with Andre's experience, but I still have to say that Raiola is not so easy to defeat. What he is best at is eloquent, inspiring, and unworldly. It’s really easy for young players to follow him. Maybe Gao has become a player under Mino Raiola’s banner, but the media hasn’t reported it yet...”

"Maybe, but it is also possible that the two parties have not reached an agreement. As Andre said, as long as you are not sure, you should not give up."

"I think we should help Andre." Adobati said suddenly.

"How to help?" Everyone looked at him.

"Niccollo, you are from Genoa, Genoa is your territory, can you share all the information you have collected about Gao with Andre?"

"No problem at all." Nicolo Toliano nodded without hesitation.

Adobati looked at the other person: "Marco, I remember you had a business relationship with Migure?"

Marco Tula quickly raised his hands: "Uh, that was a long time ago, and we didn't make it in the end, they were too greedy..."

"If possible, can you help Andre gather some information about Migure about Kao?"

"Although it was a long time ago, I think I should be able to find some information. I hope it can help Andre." Marco Tula immediately changed his rhetoric.

Adobati said to another person: "Masimo, I remember your car is the best among us, Mercedes-Benz S?"

"Hey, it's a bit old..." Massimo Suss was a little embarrassed.

"But we all know that you cherish it very much, and it is also very well maintained, and the paint surface is not even scratched..."

"That's because I seldom drive..." Suss understood what Adobati meant, and he immediately took the initiative to say: "Although I seldom drive, this car is really good, and I think it is true that this old guy should let it go Mercedes-Benz, from here to Genoa is enough."

Adobati nodded and said with a smile: "I thank you for Andre, Massimo."

"Why are you being polite? We are all friends!"

The remaining two looked at Adobati: "What about us? We can also help!"

"Then cheer for Andre!"

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The wife stood curiously at the door of the bedroom. As soon as her husband Viviano came back, he rushed into the bedroom and started to pack his luggage.

"Where are you going again?" she asked.

"Genoa!" Viviano picked out a suit from the closet, put it in a box, but then took it out and threw it aside.

"Sampdoria or Genoa? Why would they like your players?"

Ignoring his wife's sarcasm, Viviano stood in front of the closet and picked up his suit again, and finally he came out with a suit in a dust bag.

Seeing this suit, my wife was also a little surprised: "Do they really like your players?"

This suit is only worn when the husband is talking about big business, it is the best one.

"I'm going to sign a player." Viviano didn't put the suit in the suitcase, but planned to carry it like this to avoid wrinkles-he planned to go to Gao Zheng directly after arriving in Genoa, so I'm afraid he doesn't have time to find a place to iron his suits.

"Sign a player?" His wife frowned. "Which player deserves your grand ceremony? You didn't take it so seriously when you married me."

"I'm going to rob Raiola." Viviano buckled the box and lifted it, gritted his teeth.

Hearing this, the wife kept silent, but turned around and took out a red tie from the drawer: "Then don't forget to wear this lucky tie."

"Oh yes, I almost forgot! Thank you, Jenny!" Viviano stuffed the tie into the box, and then gave his wife a kiss, like a soldier who kisses his lover goodbye before going to war.

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When Viviano walked out of the house accompanied by his wife with his suitcase, he was surprised to find all the members of the Round Table standing in front of him with smiles on their faces.

Massimo Suss got out of his Mercedes and tossed the keys to Viviano.

He took it over and looked at Suss in surprise: "This is..."

"Digging people from Raiola, the momentum must never be lost. My car is always old, but it is matched with a successful agent." Sust deliberately bit the "success" very hard.

"You don't usually cherish..."

"Isn't it just for this time to use it?" Suss said.

Then Nicolo Toliano stood up: "I will be your driver, Andrea. No one knows the streets of Genoa better than me, and I will tell you everything about Gao and San on the way." I will tell you everything about Pudulia in detail, so you have to get to know the person you want to dig, right?"

"Niccollo, I'm the one who is robbing you..." Viviano was surprised that Toliano was willing to help him. He just said that the other party is a coward.

"Gao is not my man... You are right, Andre, I have no guts to rob Raiola's man. But I don't want to see Raiola so arrogant." Toliano shook his head. .

"I have already called and asked. Migure only had contact with Gao, and the two sides have not reached any agreement. In other words, Gao is still not a Raiola player, so you still have a chance, An Andre." Marco Tula also stood up and said.

"You..." How could Viviano not understand what everyone meant at this time?

Adobati said to him, "Come on, Andre, we all want to see you slap that fat man!"

Viviano was delighted: "So our organization can be called 'The Avengers' now?"

"That can't be done, I think the name 'Brokers' Roundtable' sounds good." Adobati smiled and shook his head, and at the same time opened the back seat door for Viviano, "Let's go, Big Broker Good luck, man!"

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PS, although there is no update, but for the 4,000-word chapter, I think I should quietly ask for a monthly pass...