My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 6 Raul Sanllehi

"I heard you had a fight with Cesc."

A newspaper was spread out on Wenger's desk. Chen Yao sat aside without saying a word and glanced at the title.

Crisis in the team: New Arsenal coach clashes with Cesc Fabregas

From The Sun, the accompanying picture is a photo with a tricky angle. Under the setting sun, Chen Yao and Cesc Fabregas are facing each other, and the atmosphere is dignified.

"I think the composition of this photo is good, what do you think?"

Wenger didn't look very angry, but read the newspaper with great interest.

"boss."

Chen Yao shrugged helplessly, "You know that's not the case. The paparazzi of The Sun want to make some big news all day long."

"You know what I think?" Wenger said. "I don't think it really matters. I don't want to know what you said."

"But," Wenger pondered for a moment, "I want to know what you think."

"Let him go." Chen Yao smiled wryly, "Boss, don't tell me you don't think so. I know you've already softened your heart."

There was a hint of sadness in Wenger's eyes, and he sighed softly, like the anger and helplessness of an old man towards his unworthy descendants.

"You know what it can lead to. Our team is totally ruined. We will lose other players because of it."

Chen Yao spread his hands, "Like dominoes, we lost our best players, we couldn't attract good players, our record got worse and worse, and finally, bang, we were finished."

Wenger ignored Chen Yao's mockery.But from the bottom of his heart, he knew that what Chen Yao said was right, and his heart softened.

He will definitely let Fabregas leave, he will not ruin his career.

He hates betrayers, he values ​​loyalty and gratitude, but he is, ultimately, a good man.

"Boss, please approve a budget for me."

Chen Yao stared at the newspaper on the table thoughtfully, "Maybe, I can travel to Europe."

"You kid." Wenger wanted to laugh for no reason. He somehow developed some fondness and connivance for the young man in front of him.

It is never pleasant to be betrayed by one's beloved disciple, but as if God wanted to compensate him, Chen Yao appeared and once again brought him the joy of loyalty and love.

"Business class, all travel expenses are reimbursed, wherever you want to watch the ball, you can eat whatever you want, go."

How presumptuous.Wenger shook his head in his heart, he is not such a casual person.

"Well, I want a budget of £1000 million."

"What?!" The professor who was so emotional just now almost jumped up, "1000 million pounds? Why are you going to Europe? Buy players?"

"That's right." Chen Yao showed a bright smile, "I'm going to buy a few people back."

……

Spain, Barcelona International Airport.

Chen Yao's first stop was not where he wanted to go, but Barcelona.

Through the club's channels, he obtained Wenger's tacit approval to meet with Barcelona's transfer officials.

The Lufthansa flight made the journey not exhausting, Chen Yao stretched his waist, and breathed in the salty air of Barcelona with a bit of ocean.

"You know what, Chen, I don't like this trip very much."

Beside him, a handsome middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes looked around uncomfortably and shook his head.

"Take it easy, Dick. It's just taking a moment of your time."

Dick Lowe, a close confidant of Wenger, Arsenal's chief negotiator and the actual drafter of the transfer contract.

This time, Wenger called him to accompany Chen Yao.

"Don't let him waste money." Wenger said sadly before leaving, "Now the team can't afford to waste 100 million pounds."

"Chen," said Dick Law, "I'm so busy that I wouldn't want to make a detour here if it wasn't for the chance to drop by Valencia."

"Valencia? Dick, I advise you to save your energy." Chen Yao said, "Juan Mata is a good player, but do you really believe that we can get him for £2000 million?"

"I bet you Chelsea are eyeing Mata and they can offer £3000m at any time, shall we go or not?"

"The will of the player doesn't matter that much in this kind of thing. Of course Mata would like to come here, but he would also like to go to Chelsea and we won't even pay an extra million."

Dick Law shrugged and said nothing.He knew what Chen Yao said was right.Although he already has a contract for Mata in his briefcase, he knows that the Valencia club will not refuse a higher offer.

The topic about Mata didn't last long, and the two called a car and rushed to a cafe by the sea.

When the vehicle was parked on the seashore, it was getting late, and several bonfires were lit on the beach. Catalan young people sang and danced by the seaside, and the purple sunset cast a faintly intoxicating light.

Chen Yao and Dick Law walked to a table by the window, where a fat man with a big belly was already sitting there.

Seeing Dick Law, the fat man's face was like a blooming chrysanthemum, he squeezed out a smile, and said exaggeratedly:
"Oh, Dick, it's good to see you. You're still so meticulous."

"Humph."

Dick Law didn't seem to like the fat man, "Raul, I'm not here to give you my players."

"We can talk about everything, we can talk about everything...Who is this?"

"Chen, a new member of our coaching staff."

"Hello." Chen Yao greeted the fat man with a smile. He had already recognized who this person was - Raul Sanllehi.

Barcelona's transfer director, who later fell out of favor in the Barcelona infighting, came to Arsenal, and was kicked out of the team within two years.

But it must be admitted that Sanllehi has extensive connections and shrewd business skills. He is indeed a trader who can finalize epic deals.

At this time, Sanllehi has not yet become a core executive of Barcelona.He followed Laporta and Rosell into the team, and it has only been three years so far.

He still needs to prove himself with outstanding trading results, consolidate his position, and then join Barcelona's inner circle and become Europe's top trading operator.

"So." Sanlei didn't even order a cup of coffee for the guest, "What do you want to talk about?"

"I must start by stating..." Dick Law said.

"Fabregas must return to Barcelona." Sanllehi interrupted Dick Law, who pulled out a newspaper and threw it on the table.

Then, he said aggressively: "Cesc has broken with you. It is the young man next to you who had a big fight with Cesc. Cesc is disappointed in Arsenal. Dick, you have no choice but to sell him To Barcelona."

"It can be sold for a good price now." Sanlei said with a smile, "It will be hard to say in the future."

Dick Law's face was ugly, even though he was well-mannered, he was very angry at this fat man.

"Ahem, I must make a statement."

Chen Yao glanced at the newspaper. Damn it, it was the Sun.

"Cesc Fabregas is not going anywhere. He is my dear friend, the soul of the team... I have a deep relationship with him and the tabloid paparazzi have completely misunderstood us."

Chen Yao looked immersed and yearning, "No one can separate Cesc and us...so,"

"You have to pay more."

(End of this chapter)