Football's No. 1 Prodigal Son

The next morning, Yang Luo woke up from Fiona's arms. Although the thick curtains blocked the windows, the pervasive sunlight had penetrated through the gaps and shone on the floor. Judging from the intensity of the sunlight, it should not be early in the morning. But Yang Luo was reluctant to give up the warmth in the quilt. He gently stroked Fiona's back, which was really smooth and comfortable. After quietly emptying himself for a while, his hand went down along her smooth back and gently patted her hips: "Get up, the sun is shining on your butt!" Fiona's eyelashes trembled and she opened her eyes. She rubbed her eyes and smiled at him. Then she stretched and exposed a large area of ​​her body.

Yang Luo resisted the urge to play another game with her, took her to wash up, and then went downstairs for breakfast.

Auntie knew that they probably got up late, so she had prepared breakfast for them.

It was already half past eight, and they had to prepare to go to the club after breakfast.

Although the team was still on holiday today, there were still many things to deal with at the club.

Yesterday, San Dezi produced a report to demonstrate the feasibility of building a new gymnasium.

Although he gave Yang Luo a brief introduction on the phone yesterday, Yang Luo still had to meet with him today and listen to his detailed analysis.

After all, this is a project worth hundreds of millions of pounds, and as the boss, he also needs to be deeply involved.

While eating breakfast, Yang Luo opened the newspaper and found the sports news.

Sure enough, Chelsea defeated Manchester United 3-1 away and won a crucial victory.

Unexpectedly, Manchester United, who was waiting for the opportunity, failed to score another goal in the last thirty minutes, which really surprised Yang Luo.

After sitting at the top of the list for a day, Manchester City was successfully squeezed out by Chelsea.

Yang Luo couldn't help shaking his head. This Manchester United is really useless even if you are given a chance.

What's more interesting is that the picture accompanying this newspaper about this game is a photo of the Glazer family walking out of the stadium.

They all looked very unhappy.

It is rumored that their acquisition of most of Manchester United's shares will be completed soon, and they will become the new owner of Manchester United.

And they witnessed such a depressing game at home, which of course made them very disappointed.

At this time, Yang Luo's mobile phone rang.

It was Bernstein calling.

His tone on the phone was a little strange: "I just received a call, please come to the club."

Yang Luo's heart moved: "What happened? Is it a good thing or a bad thing?"

Bernstein thought about it: "Probably... it can be considered a good thing?"

Yang Luo immediately became interested and quickly called Fiona to go to the club together.

As soon as he arrived at the office, Bernstein walked in.

Yang Luo was a little curious: "What happened?"

Bernstein said mysteriously: "Someone wants to buy our club."

Yang Luo was stunned: "Oh? Who is it?"

Bernstein said: "Malcolm Glazer."

Yang Luo was immediately happy when he heard it: "Aren't they going to buy Manchester United? What? Did they change their mind?"

Bernstein was happy: "Maybe they think Manchester United's prospects are not as good as Manchester City?"

Yang Luo smiled: "Then how did you reply?"

Bernstein said as a matter of course: "Of course I told them that this kind of thing needs to be found by the boss, and I don't have the final say."

Yang Luo smiled evilly: "Old David, you are getting worse and worse."

Bernstein shrugged: "I have told them your phone number, I believe they will call you soon."

Just then, Yang Luo's phone rang.

He pressed the answer button: "Hello?"

An old man's voice came from the other end of the line: "Hello, I'm Malcolm Glazer, are you Mr. Yang Luoyang?"

Yang Luo quietly pressed the hands-free button: "Hello, Mr. Glazer, I'm Yang Luo."

Bernstein also knew that he was playing it for him on purpose, so he also came up with a gossipy look on his face.

Malcolm Glazer said: "Mr. Yang, I guess Mr. Bernstein has already told you that we want to ask if your Manchester City club has any intention of selling?"

Yang Luo did not answer him immediately, but asked: "Mr. Glazer, as far as I know, you already have more than 20% of Manchester United shares, and are planning to acquire

Buy the majority of Manchester United's shares. Then why do you want to buy our Manchester City? What should Manchester United do? "

Malcolm Glazer said: "Manchester United's acquisition is not very smooth, and we also think Manchester City is a club worth investing in. Of course, if we acquire Manchester City, we will sell the shares of Manchester United as soon as possible. So, don't doubt our sincerity. "

Yang Luo sneered in his heart. The Jew said it well, but in fact he found that Manchester City's performance and future were better than Manchester United, so he wanted to regret it.

So he said: "Mr. Glazer, if this is the case, you will be crazy when you sell Manchester United shares. The price will be suppressed, which is not very good for you. "

Malcolm Glazer laughed: "In order to buy the club you like, what's the loss of money? By the way, Mr. Yang, what is your valuation of Manchester City? "

He didn't want Yang Luo to continue to ask questions, so he went straight to the point.

The playful smile on Yang Luo's face gradually subsided.

After a while, he said softly: "10 billion pounds."

Bernstein, who was drinking water, almost spit it out. He looked at Yang Luo in disbelief. Are you selling an aircraft carrier?

Malcolm Glazer on the other end of the phone was also stunned for a moment, and then laughed for a long time: "Mr. Yang, are you kidding?"

Yang Luo's tone was very firm: "I won't sell it for a penny less."

Malcolm Glazer's tone also turned cold: "It seems that Mr. Yang will not sell Manchester City."

Yang Luo said: "No, as long as someone offers 10 billion pounds, I can leave the club immediately."

Malcolm Glazer laughed dryly: "It seems that I am not worthy of it. In this case, goodbye!"

Yang Luo said calmly: "Goodbye! "

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

This group of vampires, who only care about making money and not running the club, want to harm Manchester City?

You can just focus on Manchester United!

Bernstein came over: "Your 10 billion is too scary. I guess the entire Premier League team is not worth that much money."

Yang Luo smiled: "In my heart, Manchester City is worth this price. Am I right? Old David."

Bernstein was stunned.

After a moment, he said firmly: "In my heart, Manchester City is priceless. "