We made you the King of Prisoners, and now you've become the King of Football?

The following day, at the Latourby Training Center.

Jiang Ming sat on the lawn, looking at the progress bar on the system panel.

[Mission Objective: Accumulate 419 dribbles out of 1000 opponents]

The task has been posted for about a week now. Every day, besides the regular team practice, he spends the rest of his time practicing 1v1 dribbling with Carvalho.

On the very first day, his success rate in breaking through was only about 40%, but in the last two days it has risen to nearly 60%.

Although no extra attributes were added, my superior skills and experience did increase significantly.

At this rate, if we continue practicing for a while longer, we should be able to complete this task!

At this moment, Carvalho also got tired of training and came over to rest. He naturally sat down next to Jiang Ming, and the two started chatting about recent events.

As they chatted, Carvalho suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "You mean? You're still on a youth training contract? Only 200 euros a week? And it expires next month?"

He had assumed that Jiang Ming had already signed a corresponding professional contract.

Before the age of 18, they were youth training players with low weekly wages.

Once they turn 18 and officially become professional players, the accompanying contract takes effect, and the player's salary and benefits increase accordingly.

"Yes, I signed a youth training contract two and a half years ago, and the contract will last until I turn 18."

"I'll be turning 18 next month, so if we don't reach an agreement on a new contract, it will be automatically terminated..." Jiang Ming scratched his head.

If things had gone according to plan, he would have been free to leave in January.

But things are different now. After he hit the jackpot and activated the system, his recent performances over the past two weeks speak for themselves.

The club's management has recently had to do everything they can to renew his contract.

After all, the Chinese market behind a Chinese person who can play football is incredibly valuable.

If he can continue playing like this, it would be like planting a forest in a football desert.

Take Wolfsburg's sales-oriented midfielder, for example; he can't even figure out where to sit on the bench.

After joining Wolfsburg, he brought the team a lot of revenue and attention, and even the auto show required him to come back to promote the team.

Jiang Ming's recent performance shows far greater potential compared to him, and he will definitely bring more revenue to the club.

At this moment, Carvalho suddenly spoke up, saying calmly, "So, you don't have an agent yet?"

"Otherwise, he wouldn't have let you terminate your contract so soon while still receiving a weekly wage of 200 euros, especially given how well you're performing right now."

Jiang Ming nodded.

"I have a seasoned agent here, would you like to get to know him?" Carvalho smiled, a smirk playing on his lips.

The two have been practicing 1v1 together every day recently and have a good relationship, so he naturally has to take care of his little brother.

Jiang Ming pondered for a moment upon hearing this.

That's right. I definitely can't walk my career path alone from now on.

Given his typical family background, he can't follow in the footsteps of Messi and have his father become his agent...

Especially now, with the contract renewal looming, finding a reliable agent is crucial.

Jiang Ming pondered for a moment, then looked up and asked, "Okay, who are you talking about?"

He knows all the players, though.

But when it comes to the players' agents...

Unless he's the agent of a top star like Cristiano Ronaldo or Zlatan Ibrahimovic, he's really not familiar with them.

Carvalho smiled and explained, "To be honest, the person who recommended me is my agent. I think you should have heard of him."

"He is not only my agent, but also Cristiano's agent. His name is Jorge Mendes."

Jiang Ming was taken aback upon hearing this.

Luo Ge's agent?

He had initially thought Carvalho had introduced an ordinary agent, but it turned out to be this one.

Cristiano Ronaldo, James Rodriguez, Di Maria...

These top football stars are all Mendes' clients.

Even the coach, the "Special One" Mourinho, was represented by Mendes.

Jorge Mendes is truly the top agent in the football world.

This summer transfer window alone, transfers of players under Mendes accounted for one-third of the entire European transfer market.

The resources he has are an immense asset to the players.

Putting aside everything else, just looking at various awards, he can always secure a pretty good ranking for his players.

If he could really get in touch with this person, it would be incredibly helpful for his future career.

At this moment, Carvalho, seeing that he had recovered, smiled and asked, "So, what's your decision?"

Jiang Ming nodded: "Okay! Then please introduce him to me. I'll discuss the specifics with him in person."

……

London, England.

"You mean? There's a Chinese prodigy who doesn't have an agent, is only making 200 euros a week, and will be released as a free agent in a month?"

When Mendes received the call, he was a little confused.

How can these words be combined into a paragraph?

If it weren't for the contact name listed as Ricardo Carvalho on his phone, he would have almost suspected it was a scam call.

"Yes, you heard me right," Carvalho's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Your sources should have noticed him by now. That kid's been on fire lately, creating goals in every game."

Mendes then realized what was happening and explained, "I've been in London recently, helping Falcao with some things."

"That guy hasn't been doing well at Chelsea lately, and I've been busy with his affairs, so I haven't been paying much attention to the news from France."

Carvalho chuckled upon hearing this: "London? That's perfect! Our next match is against Tottenham Hotspur at White Hart Lane!"

"You'll be able to watch his match live then, and if you think he's good, I'll introduce you to him afterward."

"Trust me, he won't let you down."

Mendes agreed without hesitation: "Okay, see you in London."

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of London.

At Tottenham's training ground, Pochettino was scratching his head, analyzing tactics for the match against Monaco with his coaching team.

On the large screen in the conference room, a video of Monaco's recent match was being played.

At that moment, the camera focused on the black-haired, yellow-skinned boy.

After reviewing the video, Pochettino had to admit, "This Chinese kid is really something!"

"Don't be fooled by his lack of running on the field; he is the metronome of Monaco's offensive and defensive transitions."

"In positional play, he's like Riquelme, slowly running around looking for a receiving point. After receiving the ball, he doesn't rush forward. Instead, he controls the rhythm of the whole team's attack and defense by passing the ball out with one foot and shifting it left and right, thus stretching the opponent's formation."

"In counter-attacks, he's a bit like an older Pirlo. His first touch is usually a long pass, and he has excellent vision. He can go directly past the midfield to find Monaco's fast winger and strike decisively."

"His passing skills are absolutely world-class."

"The only pity is his physique; to put it bluntly, he's like an F1 driver driving a tractor—world-class from the neck up!"

Pochettino spoke eloquently, becoming more and more excited as he talked. He wished these were his players.

It's not that my own child isn't good enough.

Dele Alli's emerging talent this season is enough to make the entire Premier League envious.

But no team would ever want too many talented players like Jiang Ming!

At this moment, the assistant coach couldn't help but ask, "Boss, what tactics will we use against them in the next game?"

Pochettino rested his chin on his hand upon hearing this.

He pondered for a moment before speaking: "We are currently leading them by three points, which means that as long as we draw, we can secure first place in the group and advance to the next round."

"Do you remember the first leg between the two sides? They completely dominated us at home, but we scored the first goal through counter-attacks and maintained the lead for the rest of the game."

"It wasn't until they managed to equalize in the very end that the score became 1-1."

"If we want to play it safe, we can simply copy the tactics from the first round and play a counter-attacking style."

"After all, Monaco has to win if they want to advance, so they will definitely press forward and attack."

At this point, he changed the subject: "But I'm determined not to do as they wish..."

Pochettino took a pen and drew two lines on the tactics board.

"We can rely on our two full-backs to frequently push forward, cross from the byline, or cut inside to shoot."

"Then have all the attacking players in the front press high, creating localized pressure on certain Monaco players."

"In short, let's go head-to-head with Monaco!"