Football: Starting with managing Manchester United

When Zhang Yang got up and left the private room.

He didn't slow down, but the noise behind him told him that Philip was in a hurry.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang, let's talk over here."

Philip looked very weak; he was out of breath after just a few steps of jogging.

"I have ten minutes left."

Zhang Yang did not refuse.

"N'Goro's weekly wage can remain unchanged, but I hope the commission can be changed to 15%, and I also need an um... service fee. I believe you should understand that I spent a lot of time and money to get N'Goro to join Caen."

As Philip spoke, he carefully sized up Zhang Yang. When he saw Zhang Yang's brows furrow slightly, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly added, "Don't worry about Ngolo. I'll talk to him. We can lower the signing fee a bit."

He doesn't care much about how much money Kanté can make.

He won't get much of the salary, and he'll have to wait a long time.

Why not take this opportunity to make a big profit all at once?

"A 15% commission is impossible; there's no precedent for that."

Zhang Yang shook his head. "As for the hardship fee you mentioned, I know that's how it is in the industry. I can discuss it with you, but if you can't accept any of this, then I'll have to give up on Ngolo. You can also ask around to see if we have any other candidates."

After saying that, Zhang Yang pushed open the door and left.

Philip quickly took out his phone to make a call, then looked at Zhang Yang's determined steps, and a hint of panic appeared on his face.

......

The next day, while sunbathing, Zhang Yang was approached by many French women.

It's because he's handsome.

Moreover, he maintains his fitness habit even after turning thirty.

But he didn't come to France to pick up girls, until his phone started buzzing.

"Hello, I'm Zhang Yang."

Zhang Yang said lazily.

"Mr. Zhang, we have considered all your conditions. We will definitely cooperate with you to complete the transfer as soon as possible. As for that..."

Philip's high-pitched voice rang out.

"A service fee, right? I applied to the club, and it's a maximum of 80,000 euros."

Zhang Yang definitely wouldn't pay for it himself.

After all, while transfers may seem valuable these days, there are actually many behind-the-scenes stories involved.

The club also provides this kind of hardship allowance.

"Also, I need to speak with N'Golo alone before we can move forward with the transfer, is that alright?"

Zhang Yang continued speaking without waiting for Philip's reply.

"Okay, same coffee shop as yesterday, this time it's my treat," Philip replied.

He waved to the French girl next to him who was also sunbathing.

Zhang Yang changed his clothes, took a taxi to the coffee shop, and saw Philip with a fawning expression, and Kant still silent.

Realizing that Philip wasn't planning to leave, Zhang Yang quietly watched him.

Finally, the guy couldn't take it anymore, chuckled twice, and left the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

Are you having a good time in France?

Zhang Yang didn't promise anything, just that once you come to Aston Villa you'll be a key player, reach the pinnacle of your life, make a lot of money, become a star and join the national team, etc.

This unexpectedly left Kanté standing still.

Are you happy?

It seems that no one has asked him this question since he was 11 years old and his father passed away.

His older brother took on the role of father.

At that time, he was introduced to sports by his teacher and discovered that he seemed to be very good at playing football.

And so began his football career.

However, being far from the Paris region, it had little to rely on.

He was all alone.

Few people were interested in offering him help.

After obtaining his education diploma, he could no longer live in the student dormitory and had to run around looking for a place to stay.

They also had to play football during that time.

Kanté was still lost in his memories and did not answer Zhang Yang's question.

Zhang Yang did not urge him.

Instead, he took a sip of coffee and waited quietly.

Kant remembers.

His bitter life changed after he made a name for himself in the third-tier league.

He has attracted the attention not only from French Ligue 2 football clubs, but also from those who call themselves agents.

Then his "old friend" came to his side.

His football performance is getting better and better.

Why is my mother still doing cleaning work?

Despite being a Ligue 2 player, he lived a very poor life.

Kanté actually knew the reason.

Because Philip not only took a lot of his salary, but also often asked him for money under the pretext of "making connections" and "paving the way for him".

Because people from his hometown and surrounding areas always asked him for money after he returned.

Because he was too embarrassed to even talk to strangers, he was not good at refusing others.

Kant felt it was just like what was described in the book.

At first, you'll feel embarrassed and lend money out to avoid being called a miser.

But this never ends, and I can't stop it because everyone knows I'm rich.

It's like playing poker; everyone can see my cards.

Kanté was still staring blankly at his coffee.

Everyone around him was happy and received a beautiful slice of cake.

I feel unhappy, but I'm the only one who seems unhappy?

"I don't think I'm happy," Kant said in a low voice.

He was speaking in French, but then, remembering that Zhang Yang was from Vera, he tried to switch to English, but then stopped himself.

Because he speaks English with a heavy accent.

How heavy is it?

It's so serious that saying "fuck you" instead of "thank you" sounds like that.

"I can understand French." Zhang Yang was glad that he had transmigrated into the body of a top student who minored in multiple languages ​​at the Cologne Sports Academy.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Then you'll be happy going to England."

"Why?" Kant looked up.

"Because I'm here, the young players under my tutelage only need to focus on football."

Zhang Yang said matter-of-factly.

Then he walked over to Kant and whispered, "I don't like talking about people behind their backs, but you and I both know what kind of person Philip is."

"Once you get to Vera, I will give you a fair contract with no unreasonable commissions or endless demands. Every penny you earn will belong to you."

"You can use it to take care of your family, to live the life you want, without having to compromise yourself anymore."

"You just need to focus on becoming a better player."

Zhang Yang spoke in a calm tone, as if these were all trivial matters.

Hearing Zhang Yang say this, Kant didn't quite believe it and remained wary.

He's not stupid.

He also tried to persuade his mother to move away from that cannibalistic place.

But just like him.

His mother was also not good at saying no.

"Okay, after some inspirational quotes, let's get down to business."

Zhang Yang clapped his hands. "What Villa needs most right now is a player like you. Our midfield defense is loose and lacks coverage. Every time the opponent launches a counterattack, the back line has to face the pressure directly, and you are exactly the one who can fill this gap."

"Your physical fitness is excellent. You can run a large area across the entire field, like a moving barrier, which is something many defensive midfielders cannot do."

Zhang Yang habitually pulled out a napkin and then took out a pen from his pocket.