.The Hall and his son, who were sitting in the private room watching the game, watched the fans slowly end, and the lights on the court finally dimmed.

"How about it, Father, I have a good look?" Douglas looked gloomy.

Old Hall's expression showed a smile: "It's only the fourth game, let's talk about it after the fifth round of the league. By the way, say hello to Shepard, don't be too strict in the transfer. I'll probably get some money when transferring in the winter."

Douglas looked at his father in surprise: "Are you sure he can do it until the winter break?"

Old Hall: "I didn't say that, but Newcastle has not yet had the precedent for fireing coaches in advance - Besides, it's a loss to fire people in advance, right?"

"What should he do if he doesn't reach the score after five rounds?" Little Hall didn't need to pay for resigning.

"Then give him five more rounds of time." Old Hall stood up and walked out of the box.

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In the evening, Mr. Yang and Rhode met Aimal's agent Claudio Aneruci in the club's office. During this period, Aneruci frequently flew to several major cities in Europe to talk about player transfers with major clubs. Not only Aimal, but also several of its players. Anaireuci is different from Jason who can represent stars like Aimal. He has huge connections in South America and Europe. Although he is not as popular as Mourinho's agent Mendes, he is also well-known.

"Mr. Yang, my client Aimal felt that he had suffered a lot in such a game. He was not sure if he should come to England to play football." After the game, Aneruci heard Aimal say only in Argentine - "They played too dirty, I don't want to play football in England." But from the perspective of the agent, only trading can make money, so it is absolutely impossible to do this industry without mixing the two ends.

Master Yang and Rhodes looked at each other, and Rhodes said in his eyes, "Look, I dare not come if I give them cruelty."

Mr. Yang felt a little regretful and relieved. Few Argentine players succeeded in England. In particular, the midfield commanders were basically mixed into meat fillings by meat grinders. For example, Peron would rather go to the star black hole Inter Milan than stay in England. Argentine scorer Crespo also had a disagreement in England and finally returned to Italy.

"Aimal is the player I need, and I think it will take some time to adapt to the environment. But now Aimal is in Valencia, he should be very clear about it. Don't he want to develop another environment?"

Aneruchi's eyes showed a hint of surprise. Before he came, he told himself in his heart not to underestimate this young man. Being able to win the League Cup championship at the age of 29 is not something that ordinary people can do. To establish a good relationship with him, if he can become his agent, he may become another European ace agent after Mendes.

"I can talk about this to Aimal. However, today I will come and there is another player to introduce to you. I dare say that this player will become the next Messi." At this time, Messi and Ronaldo have become synonymous with young geniuses.

Agents will brag, it is really hard to get along if this society doesn’t know how to brag. After seeing Jason’s Montlivo and Hamsik, Mr. Yang has already gained a certain degree of immunity.

Aneruci turned on the prepared computer: "He is now in the center of Rosario, 5 feet 11 inches. He can play the left winger and the left forward. He is 17 years old. He buys it now, but it's a great deal. Oh, I forgot to name it, his name is Di Maria, nicknamed Angel Wings."

"Dimalia." Master Yang touched his chin. I've heard of Maria Ozawa. Don't you know that every coach had an angel with wings on the bench in his previous life?

Master Yang smiled apologized and said, "Mr. Aneruchi, what do you think of this labor certificate? I won't be able to use the only special genius quota, right?"

"Isn't it worth using this place for a genius?" Aneruchi said calmly.

The scene suddenly became cold. At this time, Rhodes made a smooth move. "Let's go back and study his videos, and ask Mr. Aneruchi to go back and do the work of Aimal. After all, Newcastle also needs Newcastle. Let's stop here today."

Master Yang and Aneruchi shook hands, both of them smiled politely, but they both felt that there was no excitement in each other's hands.

Then take a look.

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Milan. An hourly decoration store.

"Boss, look, this is the clothes I designed. Can I buy them in your store?" A girl raised a piece of clothing and recommended it to the store owner.

"No, no, look at the men's clothing in our store, and then look at your style, style, and color, which are too old-fashioned. Even if I put it here, I can't sell it." The boss shook his hand.

"Okay, sorry, I'll disturb you." This is the 21st fashion store that Liu Yunshang went to, but it all ended like this. When the three-year further study course was practiced, it was obvious that the fashion industry was not as easy as the sports industry.

Previously, because of Mr. Yang, a domestic men's clothing brand wanted to hire her as a designer. First, she was considering the cooperation and endorsement relationship with Mr. Yang, and second, she also thought that Liu Yunshang's design was pretty good, but Liu Yunshang rejected the other person's kindness.

You are too strong, Liu Yunshang's mother said to her. But Liu Yunshang just doesn't want to use Master Yang's reputation to do anything, so it's best not to have any relationship with this person. Can you really forget that person in this way?

Newcastle. A studio.

"Dingding, can I not shoot this endorsement?"

"No. This is a big contract worth $1 million."

"But, this is going to show your point~"

"You're just taking a photo~ Be good~ Otherwise, how can I buy milk powder if I have a child?" Ding Yi's face turned red and kissed Master Yang's face. Yesterday, Ding Ruilin called again to urge the two of them to get married. Ding Yi didn't know how to tell Master Yang about this. In fact, Ding Yi had already begun to look forward to his wedding.

During Ding Yi's imagination, Master Yang had already started to untidy his clothes and let the photographer mercy. At this time, a woman wearing sunglasses walked in.

The venue manager scolded the doorkeeper with a stern face: "Why do anyone dare to put it in?"

The staff member spread his hands: "That woman is not an ordinary person."

"Who is that?"

"Master Yang's lover, that female reporter."

Oh... The venue manager took a clear look at Wan Cheng Ruolan's back and nodded. Such a blatant lover is rare. This Chinese coach is not an ordinary person.

Ding Yi saw Wan Cheng Ruolan wearing sunglasses: "Why are you here?"

"Haha, why is the Chinese coach missing my testimony for the first time?" Wan Cheng Ruolan jokingly gave a thumbs up to Mr. Yang who was posing. "Yang Keham looks quite like him."

"Of course."

In the spotlight, Mr. Yang took off only one pants and lay on a bed. A well-known brand name - ck, appeared on his underwear.

"Okay, look a little bit left, look cool. OK, smile and have another one.

Yes, this is your style. OK, let’s have another one.”

The British photographer with braids kept directing Master Yang to change his posture on the bed.

Wan Cheng Ruolan: "This contract is 500,000 pounds, right? Mr. Yang has to treat him to a meal."

“$1 million.”

"1 million? What do you think of, Beckham is only 1 million pounds." Wan Cheng Ruolan said in surprise, "You little housewife is quite capable~"

Ding Yi smiled and pointed at Master Yang, saying proudly: "Now he is worth this price. In the future, he will definitely surpass Beckham's."

Wan Cheng Ruolan hugged Ding Yi and naturally touched Ding Yi with his hands. "He is Beckham, and you have to become Victoria."

The two of them started arguing again.

After taking several sets of single photos, the photographer began to take photos of Mr. Yang and the model. After taking several sets, the photographer turned around and shook his head.

"What's wrong? Mr. Muro." Ding Yi asked.

"It's my problem. The model's feeling is not right. I feel that the model and Mr. Yang are separate individuals and do not have the feeling of integration. It is difficult to achieve the feeling like Beckham." Muro is ck's personal photographer, and he also shot Beckham's endorsement advertisement.

"What should I do?"

Muluo raised his head and hit Wan Cheng Ruolan, and immediately walked over. Muluo surrounded Wan Cheng Ruolan for a few times.

"Would this lady be willing to take a photo?"

Wan Cheng Ruolan bypassed Muluo and looked at Ding Yi: "You have to ask my agent."

"Your agent? Who is it? Ask her quickly." Muro couldn't wait.

"Ding Yi, this old man asked me to take a photo with your one. Do you allow it?" Wan Cheng Ruolan asked in Chinese. There was silence in the studio. This time, Ding Yi and Master Yang both heard it.

Ding Yi glanced at Master Yang, pouted, but nodded.

When Muro saw Ding Yi's reaction, he immediately rushed up. "Hurry, makeup artist, put on her makeup. Miss, you can wear underwear. If it's good, let's make an appointment to take photos of the top clothes. This is my business card."

A bunch of people surrounded Wan Cheng Ruolan, and Ding Yi walked to Master Yang.

Master Yang: "I said I won't take pictures~ You insisted that I take pictures. This time I'm having a big time."

Ding Yi twisted Master Yang: "What are you playing big? You're more professional. I'll tell you that you don't have any unreasonable thoughts. Have you heard it?"

Master Yang nodded quickly, alas, no matter how a woman becomes a girlfriend, she will have an expression.

The nervous shooting started immediately after Wan Cheng Ruolan finished makeup. Wan Cheng Ruolan's hot figure was close to Master Yang.

While posing, Wan Cheng Ruolan asked in a voice that squeezed out from her teeth: "Handsome guy, how about it? Are there any reactions?"

"Reflecting on your sister, I'm going to cancel this month and have an exclusive interview for next month. What do you think?"

"Don't hold on, I'm still afraid of you? If you dare to cancel the interview, I promise to ask your little brother to look up and say no now."

"I was wrong. I'll arrange a special program for you this episode. OK? Let me go!" Master Yang hugged Wan Cheng Ruolan and finally admitted his conscience.

Not long after, this photo was posted everywhere in China's ck stores.

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On the way home.

Master Yang drove the car, and Wan Cheng Ruolan and Ding Yi sat in the back seat.

Wan Cheng Ruolan: "Does Ding Yi be jealous?"

Ding Yi pouted and gritted his teeth: "Don't eat."

"I really don't eat it? Then when will I take a photo next time?" Wan Cheng Ruolan laughed.

Ding Yi pinched Wan Cheng Ruolan and touched him hard like revenge.

Wan Cheng Ruolan smiled enough and said seriously: "By the way, my housewife, you have never thought of turning Master Yang's money into money? For example, wouldn't it be better to build a clothing brand yourself? It would save you from sacrificing my mother's color shooting advertisements so much." Wan Cheng Ruolan's unintentional words were remembered by Ding Yi. The first person Ding Yi thought of was Liu Yunshang, who was in Italy.

"By the way, Mr. Yang, how are you doing the transfer? How many clubs did you talk about? Recently, there are rumors that you have fallen in love with Peron, Van der Fate of Ajax, Deco of Barcelona, ​​and Diego of Brazil in Porto. Why are you so fickle?" Wan Cheng Ruolan brought the topic to work.

Mr. Yang: "These are all said by your colleagues, but I didn't say anything. I just played a game and kicked Aimal away. I'm still looking for a midfielder with good quality and low price."
Chapter completed!