future king

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spn "I just entered the house, old Ji, come with me!" Li Yu said with a look of displeasure while watching Killieni's lifelike performance.

"Just kidding, I arrived as soon as I heard any movement from your side. Seriously, do you know? Palladino has already formally applied for a transfer to the club!" Killieni said with a serious face Said.

"What does his application for a transfer have to do with me? He spends a lot more time playing the main team than I do!" Li Yu said with an expression of nothing to do with him, spreading his hands.

"You kid just pretend! Now you are gradually becoming the main force, you, Palladino plus Trezeguet, the leather team, Bojinov, and there is a Sarajeta in the reserve team, don't you think so? Is it a bit extravagant to play in the second division with the striker lineup? Paladino is looking for another home quickly. If he stays on the bench for a long time in the second half of the season, his own competitive state and salary will not be guaranteed!" Ki Liene had to dissect what was at stake.

"Old Ji, I didn't expect to be so inconspicuous at ordinary times, but now I'm talking about it clearly and logically!" Li Yu said casually while watching the TV. [

"I really don't know what you are thinking outside the arena. Listen carefully to me. I, a top student in economics at the University of Turin, am analyzing it for you!" Killieni snatched the remote control and turned it off. TV, and wanted to continue talking, when Li Yu suddenly yelled "Ah!", and quickly asked with concern, "Are there any pains in your ankle? Do you need to call the medical center?"

"It's not a foot injury. When you mentioned the University of Turin, I just remembered that last year I enrolled in a pre-examination class at the University of Turin. I was busy with competitions and training. I didn't attend a class, so I completely forgot!" Li said. Under Kyrieni's concerned eyes, Yu explained the reason for her yelling.

"Lee, you are the worst person I have ever seen in my life, and you have already caused me to lose two people on the court. This time, I won the appearance fee and goal bonus. I must treat you when the injury recovers!" Ki Lieni seemed honest, but now he started digging holes for Li Yu to jump into.

"Don't mention money to me, it hurts me when I mention money." Li Yu looked sad, spread his hands and paused, and then began to complain: "I went back to China, and the signing fee of the new contract and the bank card were all taken away. My mother confiscated it, and my agent, Mr. Wiltz, has to withdraw 12% of my weekly salary. I am a poor man now, okay?"

"What, your agent has to draw 12% every week. Is your agent a vampire? As far as I know, only those African players will give that much percentage in private in order to get a better agent. The football federation stipulates that the upper limit is 5%!" Chiglieni looked incredible, and could swallow an egg with his mouth wide open.

"What you said is true? Mr. Wirtz is still the head coach's agent. When he said the conditions, Mr. was also there. Could it be that they are lying to me together?" Li Yu couldn't sit still. If his foot was not injured, he must have Jumped up and went straight to the base to find Deschamps to ask.

"Don't get excited, just bring me the agent's contract and I'll show it to you. This is also evidence." Killieni first stabilized Li Yu, then got up and followed Li Yu's command to get the contract.

After repeated observations by Killieni, it turned out that the agent’s commission in the contract was still 5%, but the other 7% was added to include rent, communication fees, image design and many other additional expenses. However, the club paid most of the rent, and the communication fee Li Yu also paid by himself, and the 7% was completely taken by the agent without doing anything, and the 20% transfer commission was also an unreasonable term, which was completely deceiving newcomers.

The two decided to go to the training base to find out about it. Killieni drove Li Yu to the outskirts of Turin in his new Volkswagen car.

Li Yu didn't let Killieni go up there. It's better to talk about this kind of thing alone, so Killieni had to stay in the car and wait for the result of the conversation.

"Sir, I'm Li Yu, are you there?" Li Yu knocked on the door with one hand and asked while leaning on crutches with the other.

"come in!"

Hearing the answer from inside, Li Yumen came in. The anger he had controlled when he knocked on the door just now could no longer be suppressed. He put down his crutches and asked loudly: "Sir, I have something I want to confirm with you."

"Say it!" Deshang replied sullenly when he heard Li Yu's questioning tone loudly.

"When Mr. Wirtz signed the new agent contract, he proposed to ask for 20% of the transfer share and 12% of the weekly salary. Did you think it was reasonable at that time?" Li Yu almost yelled out the question. In other words, Mr. Deschamps, his most trusted and respected head coach, is likely to have been deceiving him. From the very beginning of signing the contract to the latest new contract, he can no longer control his emotions, and his voice is a bit loud when he yells at the back. choked up.

"Are you yelling at me just because of this matter?" Understanding the reason, Deschamps turned his tense face into a warm one, stood up and walked to the sofa, seeing that Li Yu lost control of his emotions, suddenly shouted.

"Isn't this important?" Li Yu was a little dazed and asked casually.

"You, a rookie who has just debuted for less than a year, can get a weekly salary of 1, isn't it enough?" Deschamps asked with a serious face immediately.

"Those are the parts I should get. I got them back with my performance on the court. He can't let him take them away for nothing." Li Yu was not polite, looked at Deschamps and expressed his thoughts. [

"You are partly right in saying that. Although you have been improving, according to my observations, when you signed the contract, you had no clear idea of ​​why you played football or what goals you had! It was all about your own football. Talent is on the court to dawdle." Didier Deschamps finally expressed his true opinion.

Seeing that Li Yu did not refute, he continued: "Although I joined the team, I have always regarded you as my disciple, but when you did not fully understand your football life, I think your current weekly salary level It’s already too high. Wirtz is capable, but he always likes to play tricks. Seeing you, a bastard who doesn’t understand anything, wanted to take advantage of it. I didn’t remind you when I was there. In contact with fame and fortune, you are just 18 years old, or the same sentence, football has given you enough, it is time to prove to football how much you love it, instead of chasing fame and fortune too early, the temptation of fame and fortune is not well controlled. It could destroy you, and football will be away from you as a teenager!"

Deshang stopped talking and asked Li Yu to think about what he said just now. He got up and took out the wine glasses, poured a little whiskey for himself and Li Yu respectively, and handed one of the glasses to Li Yu.

"Sir, I'm just 18 years old, I don't know how to drink!" Li Yu hurriedly put his glass aside, raised his head, wiped the tears on his cheeks with one hand, and scratched his hair with the other, saying in embarrassment.

"You think I don't know, I don't know about you and Kyrieni and the others who go to the bar all the time? You are all young people, and you go out occasionally to have fun. As long as it doesn't affect training and competitions, I won't interfere. Yes!" Deschamps exposed the behavior of the foursome in the bar, looked at Li Yu's embarrassed expression on the sofa, smiled heartily, and continued: "I was just about to finish my work, so I went to your apartment to find you. Thinking of you and coming. I saw your goal against Roma and you also told me with three goals why you played on the field. This drink is to celebrate you becoming a real 'man' !"

De Shang picked up the wine glass and handed it to Li Yu, touched Li Yu's glass lightly with his own glass, and then drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Li Yu hurriedly raised his glass and drank all the wine in his glass. Now he finally knows how much Deshang takes care of him, and has been silently observing his every move. Li Yu really doesn't know what to say about the general head coach's concern for his players. This little money loss seems so insignificant to this kind of concern.

Finding that Li Yu has completely let go of the contract, Deschamps said again with a smile in order to ease the atmosphere: "I let you drink here, you can't tell anyone, especially Dr. Kravis from the research center. , if you let him know that the wounded drink at my place, you have to quarrel with me!"

"Sir, I won't talk to anyone, especially the old rabbit!" Li Yu lost his scruples and started talking nonsense again.

"Haha, you! I really don't know what to say about you. You are the worst person I've ever seen on and off the court! Well, that's all for today's talk! Go back and recover from your injuries, don't worry about your agent contract, I I will help you deal with it and let you get back what you deserve!" Deschamps picked up Li Yu's crutch and handed it to him.

"Sir, it's time for dinner. May I treat you to a meal?" Li Yu took the crutches and asked sincerely.

"Hehe, that's not good! It's better for me to invite you and cause you to lose part of the money. I'd like to make it up to you!" Deshang found that facing Li Yu, speaking more and more casually, perhaps took the most effort, On the contrary, the closer I feel, it has to be said that in the dark, people need some fate to get along with each other.

"It's okay, sir! There's Lao Ji in the parking lot outside! I'll treat you with him, and it won't cost much. No matter what, I can't let you treat this meal!" Li Yu said jokingly.

Deshang simply packed up the documents at hand, and followed Li Yu to the parking lot.

Killieni, who had been waiting in the car for a long time, had already fallen asleep on the steering wheel. Li Yu knocked on the glass to wake him up. Killieni, who had just woken up with a sleepy face, saw Li Yu through the car. He bent down and stared at himself with a calm face, and asked loudly across the car: "How are you talking to Coach Liang? Hurry up and get in the car and tell me!"

"It's over, Brother Shang behind you must have heard it, this time Lao Ji can't help but treat him!" Li Yu can only say for Lao Ji in his heart.