Prominence in Football Community

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

The reason why this indoor swimming pool is special is because the swimming pool is not big, but there is an exercise bike placed in the water-filled swimming pool.

And this underwater bicycle is sitting on a person wearing only a pair of swimming trunks. His back is full of sharp muscles, but the most eye-catching thing is his two thighs. With every movement, the muscles on the thighs will swell, as if there is energy that can explode inside.

With his back to Mendez, this man was concentrating on competing with the bicycle. From the protruding blood vessels on his thigh, it could be seen that the strength required to pedal the bicycle was not small at all.

"Cristiano, Cristiano. Let's see how this kid is doing?"

Mendez went to the pool and spoke to the man who was riding.

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

Then Ronaldo continued to pedal and clicked on the video at the same time.

After only looking at it for a few seconds, he curled his lips and said, "This body is really too weak. I can tell it's too weak just by looking at it..."

But then he saw Gao Zheng pick the ball out of the way, then catch the pick and turn around to volley the goal, and he stopped unconsciously.

Mendez noticed this and smiled slightly.

Then Ronaldo sat alone on the bicycle, holding a tablet and watching the content of the video intently.

This video is not a collection of goals. Apart from goals, there are other content, such as the protagonist's stop, pass and some clever escape actions, etc...

When Ronaldo watched the video, he realized that the title of the video was "The Genius of Touching the Ball".

He thought to himself that it was an apt title, this kid seemed to have outstanding control over the football and a great sense of the ball.

"How is it? Cristiano?" Mendes asked seeing Ronaldo holding the tablet in a daze.

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

"Yes,

I'm going to go to Italy. "

Ronaldo was surprised by Mendes' answer: "Are you going in person?"

"That's right."

Ronaldo frowned: "As for?"

Mendes laughed: "Cristiano, are you jealous?"

"I don't have it!" Ronaldo snorted, "Who am I, I am Cristiano Ronaldo, the best player in the world, why should I be jealous of a child?"

"You're right, Cristiano, you're the best player on the planet, how can a kid threaten you? I just think that if you're going to sign a player, you should show some sincerity. And you know Yes, I have never represented a Chinese player." Mendes said with a smile. "And China has an infinite market, it is a country worthy of attention."

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

After speaking, he continued to work hard on the bicycle.

Seeing his concentration, Jorge Mendez shook his head, got up and walked away.

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"Shall we wait outside the Mughnaini training base?" Part-time driver Niccolo Toliano drove the car off the highway and followed the traffic signs "to Boliasco" to Driving forward, he asked Viviano, who was sitting in the back.

But Viviano asked a question that surprised him: "Do you know where Gao lives, Niccolo?"

"It's no secret where he lives, but..."

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

"Are you sure, Andre?" Niccolo glanced at his friend through the rearview mirror.

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

"But doing so is likely to anger Gao, after all, no one wants to talk about business at home..."

"It's okay, Niccolo. To win against that fat man, we have to do something unexpected. And you know, the people from Migure waited outside the training base until they got high. After this incident, I feel that other People don't want to be able to easily get in touch with Gao in this way."

Toliano was persuaded by Viviano, he turned the car to the right, instead of driving in the direction of the Sampdoria training ground.

Viviano raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "It's still a little time before they finish training, find a hotel near his house, let's take a shower, and then take the car to be washed, you can tell what the car looks like now We came here in the wind and dust."

"Go take a shower, I don't need it, just go to the car wash." Toliano suggested.

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

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

Gao Zheng thought that the other party was a fan looking for his autograph, but unexpectedly the other party said, "Hello, Gao Zheng."

This sentence made Gao Zheng a little stunned. After staying in Italy for a long time, he was used to being called "Gao" by others, or he could accept it if someone wanted to call him "Zheng Gao", but when a foreigner called him "Gao Zheng", It's really rare.

What's more, the foreigner's pronunciation of "Gao Zheng" can't even hear the obvious accent, which is relatively authentic, as if he is speaking Chinese.

Seeing that Gao Zheng was a little dazed, the other party explained with a smile: "I know Chinese people call each other that way, and they don't put their surnames behind like we do."

"Ah, yes...you're still the first Italian I've ever met who calls me that."

The other party smiled and said, "Let me introduce myself, Andre Viviano, an agent."

As soon as he introduced it, Gao Zheng knew what was going on.

"After the news about Raiola and my contact was reported, I thought I would never see another agent who came to me again." Gao Zheng said half-jokingly.

"Raiola is just more famous, he cannot monopolize the entire market."

Gao Zheng noticed that the other party had a disgusted expression on his face when he mentioned Raiola, but he didn't ask about it.

"I know it's presumptuous, but I'm sorry that I may only find you in this way now. I hope you will forgive me..." Viviano bowed slightly, and then continued, "I came here hoping to be able to meet with you You talk about becoming your manager... If possible, can I treat you to dinner..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a sudden screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground from the end of the street, and then saw the car Gao Zheng was riding in just now driving back at lightning speed.

Then Pellet jumped out of the car: "Hey Gao, I saw him in the rearview mirror..." He pointed at Viviano with a fierce look on his face. "Are you in any trouble?"

"No." Gao Zheng quickly waved his hand, "This is the manager, he wants to talk to me."

"Agent?" Pellet looked him up and down suspiciously.

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

Pellet didn't intend to shake hands with him, but turned to Gao Zheng and said, "I've never heard of such a No. 1 agent, be careful, Gao. You are becoming more and more famous now, and you came here for your fame." There are more and more liars."

Faced with Pellet's unabashed hostility, Gao Zheng was a little surprised that the previously polite agent reacted strongly: "I am a FIFA agent with an international license, if you don't believe me , you can check on the official website of FIFA. Or you can check on the official website of the Italian Football Association.”

Pellet didn't seem to expect that the other party would dare to confront him directly. He was taken aback for a moment, and then continued to say: "I will investigate, don't try to fool me Pellet!"

He poked his chest with his thumb.

Gao Zheng had actually heard the sternness in Pellet's tone, so he hurried out to smooth things over: "Okay, okay, it's okay, Graziano. He just wanted to treat me to a meal, and he didn't want to kidnap me. You Hurry up and go back."

"Are you sure it's really okay?" Pellet asked back, then he leaned into Gao Zheng's ear, lowered his voice and said, "Actually, I suggest that you don't agree to any of his invitations. 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, approaching you to get some inside information, these paparazzi It's the most annoying..."

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

Faced with this kind of demonstration-like eyes, Viviano looked at him without flinching.

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

"That's it, Gao. You go with him, and I'll ask my agent to check his identity for you. If it's fake, I'll call you right away." Pellet did his duty, and Gao Zheng didn't object, thinking This is indeed a viable approach.

So next, he asked Viviano for a business card and handed it to Pellet, and then he agreed to the other party's invitation.

Seeing that Gao Zheng finally agreed to have a meal with him, Viviano secretly heaved a sigh of relief. In fact, despite the fact that he was staring at Pellet unflinchingly just now, he was also very nervous inside, for fear that Gao Zheng would be killed. Pellet, who came out halfway, was convinced and refused his invitation.

After that, it will be extremely difficult to contact Gao Zheng and persuade him.

And now that Gao Zheng agreed to his invitation, at least it explained one problem - he really hasn't reached an agreement with Raiola, and he still has a chance, even if the probability of success is not high, it doesn't prevent him from giving it a go .

So he pointed to the Mercedes-Benz parked by the side of the road and said, "Let's get in the car, Gao Zheng."