Football: He suffered a broken leg at the start of the game, but partnered with Haaland!

Noon.

The authoritative European transfer market website updates its data in a timely manner.

All the fans and scouts following European football are refreshing the page.

A striking change has occurred next to the Asian face listed as 19 years old and British in Borussia Dortmund's first team player roster.

The blank area that was originally marked "visa-free/free" now has a glaring green number.

Eight million euros!

He only played for forty minutes.

Three surgical assists, a stunning powerful shot, and nine wild front flip celebrations that broke football records.

Sun Yang's market value skyrocketed, soaring from zero to eight million euros.

This figure is definitely a conservative estimate; Transfermarkt's valuation system has always been more rational.

In today's European football scene, where prices are often inflated, a 19-year-old midfielder who can control the pace of a game would fetch at least 20 million euros to even get the president of Borussia Dortmund on the phone.

Kearney training ground, London, England.

Arsenal's press officer was sweating profusely. He frantically typed on the keyboard, trying to delete the most offensive comments.

There's simply not enough to delete them all.

Arsenal's official Twitter account had just posted a teaser for their next Premier League match, and within ten minutes, the comments section was completely bombarded by angry Gunners fans.

The most liked comment came from a die-hard Arsenal season ticket fan who has renewed his subscription for thirty years.

"Is that idiot Edu's brain filled with shit? You let go of an absolute genius who could create four goals in the first half of a Bundesliga match! And our bunch of useless midfielders in the first team can't even pass the damn ball to the strikers!"

The following are all similar insults.

"A bunch of blind, high-ranking vampires!"

"Where's that murderer named Lant? Kick him out of the club immediately!"

"Eight million euros! You just threw eight million euros into the Thames like garbage! That's enough to pay you bunch of idiots' salaries for several years!"

Under the barrage of online criticism, Arsenal's official Twitter account was forced to switch to a curated comment mode, becoming the biggest laughing stock in England today.

At the same time, at the Brackel training ground in Dortmund, Germany.

Sun Yang finished his light recovery training in the morning. He had just taken a shower and was walking out of the locker room, drying his dripping hair with a towel.

Sports director Zorc was already waiting in the corridor, holding a thick file folder in his hand.

The old German fox was smiling particularly broadly today, his face so wrinkled it looked like a bunch of knots.

"Sun, how are you feeling? Are you getting used to the physiotherapy equipment in Germany?" Zorc patted Sun Yang on the shoulder warmly.

Sun Yang hung the towel around his neck and got straight to the point. "Excellent. But Mr. Zorc certainly didn't come all this way just to inquire about my recovery."

"You're a really smart young man." Zorc held up the file folder in his hand and shook it.

"Last night's performance was incredible. The club's management held a meeting overnight. We all agreed that a base salary contract of 220,000 euros is completely disrespectful to a talent who can dominate half a game in the Bundesliga."

Zorc put away his smile and adopted an extremely professional business demeanor.

"Son, you need to find an agent now. Dortmund wants to sign you to a professional contract that truly matches your price tag. To be honest, Coach Favre's private phone has been ringing off the hook with scouts from the Premier League and La Liga this morning. We need to tie you to the Dortmund machine as soon as possible."

Sun Yang raised an eyebrow. He knew perfectly well what these higher-ups were in such a hurry for.

With a mere 220,000 euros annual salary, those wealthy and powerful clubs could easily poach him by paying hundreds of thousands in release clause fees.

"I understand. I will arrange for someone to come and take over as soon as possible."

After saying goodbye to Zorc, Sun Yang returned to his dormitory, unplugged the charger, and dialed that familiar international number.

The phone was answered after two rings, and her mother, Diana, with her powerful and penetrating voice, came through the receiver, completely drowning out the background noise of her father, Sun Wu, practicing his Peking Opera vocal exercises.

"My God, darling! My heart almost gave out the moment you were tackled on the field yesterday! What did I warn you before I left? Protect your ankle!"

Listening to his mother's authentic British roar, Sun Yang felt a sense of reassurance.

"I'm fine, I'm wearing shin guards. I have something important to tell you." Sun Yang switched hands to hold the phone and opened the wardrobe to look for a clean coat.

"Dortmund is eager to offer me a lucrative new contract. Zorc told me to find an agent. Looking across all of Europe, no one is more suitable than you, my dearest mother."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds.

Sun Yang had no doubt about Diana's business acumen.

More than 20 years ago, my father, Sun Wugang, went to London, England, and used all his savings to open a small theater in the suburbs that specialized in Peking Opera. Those arrogant British people couldn't understand those melodious singing parts at all. At the worst time, there was only one elderly Asian man in the audience who had come in to take shelter from the rain.

The theater was on the verge of bankruptcy, unable to even pay its utility bills. At this critical moment, Diana displayed an astoundingly sharp business acumen.

She decisively renamed the theater "China-Europe Art Exchange Center," repackaged it as a high-end Oriental culture experience center, and directly entered the local wealthy area to solicit sponsorships.

She even took Sun Wu on a tour across Europe, and with her excellent eloquence, shrewd negotiation skills, and Sun Wu's solid basic skills, she managed to turn that dilapidated theater into a popular tourist destination in London.

Having Mom deal with Zorc and those German sponsors is like a max-level character going back to the starting village to stomp on easy targets.

"Your father's theater has been slow lately, and I'm really bored out of my mind." Diana's tone quickly switched from that of a worried mother to that of a capable businesswoman.

"Listen, baby. The base salary is only part of it; the signing bonus, the image rights percentage, and those goal bonus clauses—that's the real cut. Don't sign a single letter over there. I'm calling your uncle Henry right now and have him pick me up at Cologne airport. I'll be sitting in the team office by 3 p.m.."