godfather of business warfare

Chapter 57 New Identity (1)

After the game, the media made a lengthy criticism of Athletic Eibar's midfielder Eduardo Morillo. For a while, hats such as "cancer", "going through the back door", and "amateur level" were all on Eduardo's head superior.

The mouths of gold, the accumulation of destruction and destruction of bones, are fearsome.

Although everyone knows that football is not a one-person sport, Eduardo Morillo's performance on the field is indeed disappointing. No one would have thought that a player of this level would be eligible to play in La Liga.

It simply lowered the average level of the entire La Liga.

However, Chen Ming didn't take it seriously, and signed a fine of 1000 million euros directly into Eibar Sporting's club account without batting an eye.

1000 million euros.

Equivalent to 700 million RMB.

It can be said that a huge amount of money was spent.

So even though they lost the game and lost a humiliating 9:0, the Eibar Athletic Football Club didn't get angry at all, especially the chairman and several executives, they were so happy. On the one hand, they were surprised by Chen Ming's attitude. Big money, on the other hand, I am glad that Asians have a lot of money.

"Speaking of which, Chairman, if the team's performance has been so poor, what should we do if the foundation of the club is finally shaken." In the Ipurua Stadium, the home stadium of Ebar Sporting, a club executive is asking the club chairman.

"What are you afraid of? As long as this investor from Asia does not breach the contract, we can get 1000 million sponsorships for every game we lose. It’s all normal. What’s wrong with losing ten games and earning 38 million euros? As long as we have enough funds, we can buy excellent players, so why not worry about results?” The club chairman didn’t think so. Take it lightly.

"Then what if we are downgraded?" The executive was still relentless.

"It's okay to be relegated. Anyway, it's not like we haven't played in the Second Division. After playing in the Second Division for so many years, are we afraid of playing for another year? Besides, it's the same sentence. As long as we have money, why are we afraid of relegation?" ? Buy players and go directly to the First Division. Look at other people, Monaco, isn’t it like this.” The club chairman is full of confidence and his stand is extremely firm. For the so-called “people who are stupid and have a lot of money” like Chen Ming, he I like it very much.

Of course, Chen Ming is not a fool who has too much money and can't find a place to toss about. He naturally has his own plan. This time, he sent Mofei to the home court of Eibar Sporting Football Club, just for this matter.

Two weeks later.

Fans criticized Eduardo Morillo and the head coach of Athletic Eibar increasingly fiercely. Although Eduardo Morillo's performance improved after that, he still failed to meet the requirements of the fans. The abuse was still overwhelming. Soon, The team lost its third league game.

Chen Ming lost another 1000 million euros and went out.

This is already a loss of 3000 million euros.

However, Mr. Chen didn't feel distressed. He continued to sign, continued to allocate funds, and enjoyed himself.

On this day, Luo Shui came to Chen Ming's ward again.

"Lai... Ka... I invited a medical expert from 'Tiangong' from my grandfather to come and give you a detailed examination..." While speaking, Luo Shui still had the previous expression on his face. Blush, obviously still shy of Chen Ming's unscrupulous confession before.

"It's pretty fast." Chen Ming smiled, his expression was relaxed and natural.

"I'm very worried about your injury..." Luo Shui nodded timidly.

"Actually, mine is an internal injury, and it needs to be cured by using a rare Chinese herbal medicine called 'Nvvxiang'..." Chen Ming said seriously.

"I'm ignoring you..." Luo Shui shook his head, not at all cooperating with Chen Ming's frivolous sneer. For this well-known "little godfather", Luo Shui actually worships and admires this well-known "little godfather" at this time.

"Young man, your injury..." Suddenly, at this moment, an old man with a white beard came out from behind Luoshui, with a pair of glasses on his tall nose, and he looked professionally dressed. Chen Ming knew that this person should They are the so-called "Tiangong" medical experts.

"By the way, how is Mr. Morgan?" Chen Ming asked casually.

The "Tiangong" medical expert was taken aback for a moment, his face changed slightly, but then he regained his composure. He turned his head and said to Luo Shui, "In this case, he needs an MRI test."

So Mr. Chen was placed on the testing table again inexplicably.

But it turned out to be another disappointment.

Because this master with the status of an expert in "Tiangong" obviously has nothing to do with Mr. Chen's injury, he shook his head and said helplessly: "The most I can do is let him recover to the level of self-care in daily life. Healing, or even reaching the peak state of previous combat power, is extremely difficult and absolutely impossible."

The tone was rather disappointed.

But what was even more disappointing was Luoshui's small eyes. There were tears in the beautiful and dark eyes, which looked like they might fall at any moment. They looked pitiful and charming.

"It's no big deal, Xiao Luoshui. If I can see you shed tears for me every day, it's actually pretty good." Chen Ming was pushed over in a wheelchair, still heartless, and didn't care at all. The state of your illness.

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