It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 139: Real Madrid team doctor applies for Barcelona chef position
For the future of Barcelona, ​​Laporta had to give in.

The day before the away game against Santander, Barcelona specially prepared the "Barcelona Open Day" in advance, inviting reporters from "Catalan Daily", "Mundo Deportivo", "Daily Sports" and some die-hard Barcelona fans to visit the Gamper Sports City.

Of course, the highlight of the tour is Barca's kitchen.

After taking several photos of Barcelona's clean and bright kitchen, reporters from three media outlets tacitly began to interview Laporta.

"Everyone has checked our kitchen today. I think our hygiene conditions can still be guaranteed."

Laporta said with a smile.

"We also don't understand why our food hygiene is questioned by Real Madrid's mouthpiece. Compared to us, Real Madrid should be the one who should pay the most attention, right?"

The whole audience burst into laughter.

"I have read that fake news. Although the photo of Barcelona's kitchen looks very similar to our kitchen, considering that our security guard Garcia caught a Real Madrid insider sneaking into our kitchen, it is hard not to doubt that the so-called Barcelona kitchen is not a false accusation sent by Real Madrid."

There was a sound of agreement from the crowd, and three neutral media outlets faithfully recorded everything.

"At the same time, our Barcelona club adheres to the principle of everything for football. Taking into account the physical health and special needs of the players, we will recruit a new chef, and this time the recruitment is open to the whole society."

Laporta's face was flushed under the flash lights.

The fans wearing red basketball jerseys also applauded.

……

Enrique Cerezo turned off the television.

"What do you think?"

Miguel Ángel Gil Marín closed the notebook, with the Atletico Madrid team logo faintly reflected on it.

"I think we should help Barcelona. After all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Damn Real Madrid for sending undercover agents to do this. At the same time, we must now check if there are any traitors in our club."

The secretary handed Enrique a list.

"President, our staff is almost all internally recruited like Barcelona. This is the chef we just hired recently. Their insurance has not been paid yet, so according to the records, they have no relationship with us."

Enrique nodded. "Very good, then let us help our allies in the 'Anti-Real Madrid Alliance'."

"Miguel, you will be in charge of this matter later. I hope to see a healthy Charles in the future Spanish national derby."

Atletico Madrid's CEO stood up immediately and said, "Yes, President! It is our duty to thwart Real Madrid's conspiracy."

At the same time, Florentino Perez naturally did not miss the news, and he and his confidants gathered in the conference room of Real Madrid just like Atletico Madrid.

"The insidious Barcelona villains want to throw all the dirty water on us," the first vice president said gritting his teeth, "We have taken so many blames for them."

Eduardo nodded, "This can't go on like this any longer, otherwise our jerseys will all turn black."

The third vice chairman took over the conversation, "What should we do then? How about buying Charles over and solving all the problems directly?"

"We can still seek bank loans, but we have a loan due of 1 million euros to repay."

Secretary Enrique took a look at the financial report.

"Not long ago, we borrowed 7550 million euros from Santander Bank and Madrid Bank respectively. If we need a loan, we may need to find another bank."

"According to our assessment, our revenue this season will reach 1 million euros, but after deducting various expenses, the net income after tax for the season is likely to be only more than 3400 million euros. If something unexpected happens, the club will not be able to repay the loan on time."

Florentino pondered for a while, "Then the benefits of bringing Charles here are still worth a try in the long run... No, there is no need to look at it in the long run. As long as Charles joins, both the fans and sponsors will go crazy."

Fernando is more conservative. "From the perspective of the overall economic environment, the world economy is still in a weak period. If there is another global economic recession, Real Madrid's income will inevitably drop sharply. No matter how many championships we win, we will be harassed by debt collectors every day, and the land mortgaged by Calderon will not be recovered."

The second vice chairman glanced at Fernando and asked, "How much budget do we have for next summer?"

"7000 million euros," the secretary replied quickly, "and we have a lot of land that we can borrow money from the bank."

Florentino was moved.

Anyway, he has been splashed with dirty water for so long and has been scolded before he even gets to eat the meat, so he might as well bring Charles here.

"No, Florentino, calm down, think about Lazio and Parma, and look at Liverpool now, we must be cautious."

The third vice-president saw that Florentino seemed to be persuaded by Fernandez, and immediately came up with another plan.

"Then let's do what the damned Barcelona villain said and do it."

Florentino raised an eyebrow, "You mean?"

"Isn't Barcelona recruiting chefs? We can arrange some chefs for them, um - let our team doctor go."

The second vice president laughed silently. "What a good idea! That's great! Raul and the others have been complaining about the team doctor for a long time. Our veterinarian, no, our excellent team doctor will definitely help Charles 'recover his health'!"

"Will our team doctor be successful in his application?"

Fernandez was a little worried.

"Don't worry, the level of Barcelona's chefs seems to be just so-so anyway. My three-year-old grandson can apply for the job."

Laugh out loud.

Florentino nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good. We will arrange for more team doctors to apply for the job later. But remember to tell them not to go too far. Just make Charles want to leave Barcelona."

"When he leaves, we will let him move to other clubs for a year or six months, and then bring him back to Real Madrid."

As soon as Florentino finished speaking, the three vice-chairmen and the secretary all stood up.

"Make Real Madrid great again!"

The Real Madrid president nodded, and just as the five people were packing up to leave the meeting room, Benzema, who was hiding behind the door of the meeting room, hurried away.

He didn't expect that Real Madrid actually wanted to take action against Charles!

However, he was also very tempted by Florentino's plan to "bring Charles to Real Madrid."

……

Charles had just finished dinner at Guardiola's house, but he didn't expect to receive a call from Benzema as soon as he got home.

"Hello? Karim, what's going on?"

Benzema closed the glass door, lay in the bathtub, hesitated for a while, and finally said, "Charles...I...you..."

"What's wrong with you? Are you trapped in a nightclub and want me to rescue you?"

Ciel quickly stood up, grabbed his car keys and headed towards the entrance.

"No, how could that be possible? Why would I go to a nightclub before the game? It's the damned Real Madrid. They are going to arrange for the team doctor to apply for the chef position at Barcelona. You must thoroughly investigate their backgrounds when selecting people."

Benzema said through gritted teeth.

Charles was his dearest and most beloved brother.

As long as Barcelona is willing, he can also be the "reverse Figo"!
"Ah?" After hearing the news, Charles didn't know what to say for a moment.

Meanwhile, Barcelona's chef recruitment plan is in full swing.

After taking a look at the huge crowds at the recruitment site, Charles felt that Barcelona's recruitment team should still be reliable, and it would be difficult for Real Madrid's team doctor to stand out without any cooking experience.

Moreover, good positions, such as a job that pays well and requires little work, such as cooking for Charles alone, are said to be open for recruitment, but they are probably "carrot positions".

So, we probably won’t be able to recruit Real Madrid’s team doctor…right?

On September 9, just as Guardiola led the team to Tansander, Charles stayed in the Joan Gamper Sports City to choose a "chef" from among the many candidates.

For some reason, Bojan was also excluded from the roster and stayed in Barcelona with Charles to enjoy the delicious food.

The two sat together in the restaurant and watched 10 chefs busying around.

"I've been eating in the canteen for so many years, from La Masia to now, and I've never encountered such a problem."

Bojan exclaimed.

"I think the reason why Mourinho had diarrhea was probably because the hamburger was wet by the rain, or he was away from Barcelona for too long and now he feels uncomfortable eating Barcelona food."

"Maybe," Charles nodded, "I don't know how good the cooking skills of these newcomers are."

Although Ruth was not fired, it was a blessing in disguise as Charles didn't have to eat the meals Ruth cooked for the next few days.

It was Adrian, the head chef at the restaurant, who was very nervous.

Not long after, the ten candidates brought up their works one after another. Begiristan stood aside and said, "Char, Bojan, you guys have a taste."

The two of them stood up one after another and looked at the dishes.

"what is this?"

After coming to Barcelona for more than half a year, Charles has seen all kinds of sandwiches and has eaten many Catalan dishes at Guardiola's house, but now there are many things in front of him that he doesn't recognize.

"This is Escalivada, where every vegetable is cooked on the grill, over an open flame or directly in the ashes. In addition to the cooked vegetables and seasoned with olive oil and salt, there's also tuna in it, which makes it very flavorful and very healthy."

The blond candidate said.

"Wait, what kind of dish is this?"

Bojan asked alertly.

"Uh, Escalivada—"

"Garcia, get him out of here," Begiristan almost jumped up, "Damn it, there are tomatoes, peppers and eggplants in it!"

Garcia immediately put down the bottle of chili in his hand and said, "Sir, please follow us!"

"No - give me another chance..."

"Sorry, sir."

As Garcia took the first candidate away, Charles immediately put down his fork and walked towards the second dish.

"what is this?"

With the previous experience, the second candidate was obviously more nervous. "Canelons, a classic Italian pasta dish, a Catalan version, simmered in creamy Béchamel sauce with foie gras."

"I don't like foie gras," Charles shook his head, "What is this?"

The third candidate was much more confident: "Suquet de Peix, which contains hake, monkfish, clams, mussels and saffron."

Ciel was noncommittal.

The fourth candidate had just been sent out by Garcia along with the first candidate.

Because his creation is Paambomo màquet, or tomato bread, which is what Charles ate on his first day at the Barça restaurant.

What follows will obviously be much better.

Fideua, Hijiki, NEC and Perez without tomatoes…

"Well, Charles, have you made your choice?" asked Begiristan.

Charles was a little hesitant. He liked both No. 7 and No. 10. "Bojan, which one do you think is better?"

Unexpectedly, Bojan was also stumped by the question, "How should I put it? I think both No. 7 and No. 10 are very good, equally good."

"Charles, do you like No. 7 and No. 10 as well?" Begiristan, who was very smart, of course saw what Charles was thinking. "If you like both, then we might as well just sign them all."

Anyway, it’s not his money that is being spent.

Ciel nodded.

"Okay, Alessandro and Alvaro, you've made the cut," Begiristain said with a smile, "Come and sign a contract with us."

……

After the selection was made, all eight candidates left the restaurant soon.

Charles and Bojan placed the dishes prepared by the candidate in front of them, turned on the TV in the restaurant, and started eating.

Spanish Channel 9: "The former Barcelona No. 300 player has repeatedly asked Barcelona for the million euro signing fee when he transferred to Inter Milan, and he did not hesitate to take his former club to court."

"After joining Inter, Eto'o repeatedly told Barcelona that if he was valued at 2000 million euros in a transfer swap with Ibrahimovic, he should receive a signing fee equal to 15% of his value, or 300 million euros."

"However, whether the Cameroonian called personally, contacted through an agent or sent a fax, Barcelona always maintained an attitude of ignoring it."

It was just dinner time, and Charles was eating with great relish.

"What is Eto'o thinking about?" Bojan took a sip of soup.

"I find it unrealistic too," Charles glanced at Eto'o on TV.

Lacking written evidence, it is difficult for Eto'o to claim 300 million euros from Barcelona through normal channels, even though it is usually customary in the transfer market to use 15% of the transfer fee as a signing fee.

Also, don't underestimate Laporta, he is a lawyer.

Charles thinks the final solution to this matter is most likely an out-of-court settlement. If Eto'o insists on appealing, it is not impossible.

But the problem is that if the case goes to court, Eto'o will obviously be affected more than the club.

Apart from anything else, as long as Barcelona complicates the issue, Eto'o will have to travel back and forth between Milan and Barcelona again and again just to collect evidence and conduct in-court questioning, which will consume his competitive state on the field.

Even if Eto'o succeeds in getting his salary, the biggest victim may be his current employer Inter Milan.

This is also why Charles hired a lawyer.

"It will be difficult for us to play against Inter in the second round of the Champions League," Bojan ate another piece of cod, "Eto'o, who is a combination of money and hatred..."

Arsenal 3:1 Manchester United, emmm, this is called welcome to the Ten Hag era?

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