Chapter 427 No regrets?

"Li, I know that you will never tolerate Sarko staying in Newcastle... However, you should also know that according to the latest valuation of All Market, Sarko's transfer can bring a transfer fee of 15 million pounds to Newcastle, if you can reduce it a little. Previously, the club's listing price was 20 million pounds, so I can guarantee that Newcastle will easily get 15 million pounds in less than an hour..."

"With this 15 million pounds, with your eyesight and attraction to young players, you can definitely find at least seven or eight excellent young players for the Magpie Legion in the winter transfer market... In this way, it is a win-win deal for both Sarko and the club, isn't it?"

After Quareus finished speaking, he looked eagerly at the guy with a strange smile on the opposite side. He didn't know whether his words could convince the crazy guy in front of him.

Li Tongfan raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "Mr. Lalo, you still have 78 seconds." Quareos' face turned green.

At this moment, the Frenchman couldn't wait to jump high and smash the arrogant face in front of him with the ashtray on the table... However, the truth is that for the sake of money, he must pretend to be a grandson at this moment... Kwareos thought for a moment, and a flash of lightning suddenly crossed his brain.

He stepped forward, lowered his voice, and said, "Li, if... if... well, if you want, you will get a lot of rebates from Sako's transfer... Please rest assured that I have dealt with a lot of such things before, and no one will know..."

"There are 30 seconds left!"

The strange smile on Li Tongfan's face disappeared, and his face became cold.

"This..."

Quareus took a breath of cold air. Obviously, he didn't expect that his killer, which had been put on anyone before, seemed to be a fart in front of the madman Li. Instead of persuading the other party, he let the other party cover his nose and stay away.

The French opened their mouths, but they didn't say anything.

He sweated coldly on his forehead, and the guy opposite sat coldly, looking at him as if he were looking at a clown. Such an expression gave Kwareos a great pressure, which made him trembling and didn't know what to say... Just as Quareos was about to make the final struggle... "Okay, time is over!"

Li Tongfan raised his wrist and said blankly: "Mr. Kwareos, I'm sorry that your reason didn't convince me... Well, in that case, please go and convince those clubs that vowed to introduce Sako a few hours ago... Believe me, I absolutely keep my word, as long as someone is willing to Your client pays 20 million pounds, and you can leave Newcastle at any time..."

Quareos finally couldn't help it!

He was like a wounded and howling beast. He rushed to his desk with red eyes, spitting white gas in his mouth and roared crazily: "Crazy, you crazy..."

Li Tongfan stood up without saying a word, just like last time, carrying Kwareos like a chicken, and 'send' the thin-skinned and tender Frenchman out of the office door... Kwareos was like a grass carp taken out of the water, struggling desperately... However, although he put his face It's well maintained, but the arms and legs really lack a little exercise. Although Li Tongfan is not strong, he is mixed with a group of five or three thick muscular men all the time. One by one is quite close, and the French are tragic... Bang!

The door was knocked hard.

Standing at the door, Quareos was angrily thinking about whether he roared generously and sadly, and vented his anger in his heart. Anyway, when it came to this point, he no longer wanted to pretend to be a grandson, because it was useless... At this time... the door opened.

The face that made Quareos angry, with a proud smile, bounced out of the crack of the door... The madman jokingly said, "Mr. Lola, I guess you must have watched the game yesterday, right? Hey hey, it's useless. To tell you the truth, even if Newcastle has been losing this season because of the lack of your client, I won't use him again. I can tolerate leaving, but I will never condone betrayal... So, I advise you to die!"

Bang.

The head shrank back and the door closed again.

Quareos trembled angrily, swinging all over like a sheep's horn attack, and was about to curse... The door opened again.

It's still the head poking out of the crack of the door.

"I forgot to say it just now. I'm sorry to trouble you with something. If we meet again in the future, please don't call me 'Li'... Tut, this word comes out of your mouth, which really makes me sick..."

Bang... The door is closed.

Quareos' eyes darkened, and the anger in his throat almost made him faint!

He held the door frame with his hand, and his hot anger was about to burn. Never mind, he must scold today... Kuareos opened his mouth and didn't make a sound, but he was waiting... The door... fucking opened again!!

It's still the same head, still with a joking expression: "I guess you must be very angry now and want to scold at all costs, hey hey, right? It doesn't matter, just scold, hey hey, as long as you scold one word, I will add a million pounds to Sako's transfer listing price... You know, I dare to do such a thing!"

Looking at the head shrink back again, Quareos spit out a mouthful of blood gorgeously.

He knew that this madman could definitely do it.

In that case, it would definitely be a disaster for Sako and himself.

If the current value of 20 million pounds and the club will be interested in Sako, as long as it exceeds 20 million, it will definitely turn Sako into an unattended "grass" in an instant... It seems that he still has to pretend to be a grandson!

...December 20th.

The 18th [***] of the Premier League kicked off.

Newcastle played at home against St. James against the promoted West Bromwich Albion.

"... The game has begun. This is Newcastle's first game in this season's Devil's Christmas schedule. The opponent West Bromwich Albion is not strong... Like the last game against Wigan Athletic, French defender Mamadou Sako, who is in a transfer scandal, still did not appear in the game name. In the single, the person who replaced him is still the young player Michelle Manzini..."

"...However, the young player always seems to be frivolous. It was because of a mistake in the last game that Ugo Rodalega, the Mexican striker of Wigan Athletic, seized the opportunity and scored a goal, which almost ruined Newcastle's winning streak. Noodles..."

In the hotel.

Quareos, who had nothing to do, still watched the game carefully.

In the last game against Wigan Athletic, the damn madman broke out at the last moment and won a victory... And this time, Quareos hoped that Newcastle would be the best fucking lose 100:0, and it was all because of the mistake of the boy who replaced Sako... However, it was very Come on, this vicious Frenchman fell into deep despair... "...GOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!! Manzini, it's Manzini!! He withstood the pressure... In the 8th minute of the game, the young player pushed the opponent's central defender with a header and sent Juan Mata's corner kick into West Bromwich Albion's goal..."

Until the end of the game, Quareus did not wait for the ending he hoped for.

Although Newcastle showed a mediocre state at home, in the end, it still relied on Manzieni's goal to beat the opponent by 1-0, and Manzieni had two key goal line rescues in the game... Quareos lamented!

It seems that God is against the French central defender, and Sako's competitors are performing better and better, which means that Kwareos has no initiative in this transfer tug-of-war... Kwareos has fallen into regret and despair... If I had known this, why at the beginning?

And at this moment, in a villa in Newcastle, the client Mamadou Sarko also fell into a deep contradiction... He also watched the game that had just ended.

Looking at the TV screen, the teammates who used to fight side by side followed the black figure to win the victory in the cheers of St. James fanatic fans. The feeling was so familiar, but so strange... At this moment, Sako thought of six months ago in a trance... When the man appeared In front of my eyes, I smiled and said, "You will become a great player. Come with me to welcome my own era"... At that time, how excited I was. All I yearned for was happy football and enjoying the crowd of cheers after the victory... At that time, how grateful I was. Personally, I even vowed to follow him forever and meet the greatest era with him... But what about now?

Why did things turn out like this after only six months? Should I apologize to him and beg for his forgiveness?

Sako shook his head suddenly. He remembered everything that his agent Quareos had promised him - "Your ability is matched with a higher weekly salary, and 20,000 euros is an insult to you!"

"Let me negotiate with the madman Li. Don't worry, Mamadou, I will win a big contract for you..."

"Damn it, that guy is a madman... Mamadou, I suggest you transfer. Real Madrid and Barcelona are very willing to introduce you. Think about it, what a great thing it is to join the world's greatest giant at the age of 18..."

"Mamadu, I have done everything I can to do. Now, it's your turn to express your future. Do what I said, like that madman. I have made an appointment with the reporter of the Sun for you..."

"Damn it, that guy is really crazy... We must not show weakness!"

"The negotiation failed... But it doesn't matter, Mamadu, believe me, I will definitely take you to a great club. At this time, you must cooperate with me..."

"Don't have any psychological burden. You're just working hard for your future. The world is like this. For yourself, no one is sorry..."

What the agent Quareos Roca once said came to Sako's mind. The French teenager held his hands tightly. Yes, no one in the world is sorry for anyone... However, he must be worthy of himself!

I don't regret it!

(to be continued)