After finishing my extra training in the afternoon, when Rongguang returned to the locker room, there was no one here.

He went to take a shower alone, and after taking a shower, he started changing his clothes.

Just as he was putting on his clothes and tidying up his backpack, the cell phone he put in his bag rang.

I picked it up and saw it was an unfamiliar number.

Rongguang ignored it.

The ringtone rang seven or eight times and then hung up.

Rongguang had packed up his things and got up and went out.

But just as he walked to the parking lot, the phone rang again.

Still the same number.

Rongguang hesitated for a while and finally got started.

"Hey, who do you want?"

"Is it Mr. Rong?" A slightly low male voice rang out from the other side of the phone, speaking... in Portuguese.

Rong Guang was stunned for a moment and cut it into Portuguese: "It's me, who are you?"

"Haha, let me introduce myself. I am Jorge Mendez. I am a Portuguese agent. I called you just to meet you. I don't know if you have time?"

As soon as he heard that the other party was an agent, Rongguang understood what it was.

"I don't have time now, I'm going home soon..." he said.

"Oh, no, not now, we can meet tomorrow if you want..."

Rongguang did not get into trouble with him, but found a reason to send him off: "Then I'll talk about it at that time. I'm driving now and it's not convenient to answer the phone. If I have time, I will contact you."

The other party did not continue to persuade Rongguang, but said, "No problem, my phone will not turn off for 24 hours, and you will be waiting for your phone at any time."

As a big-name agent who has become famous in European football, he is still very polite and polite to Rongguang. Because if he wants to win Rongguang's favor, he must lower his attitude...

※※※

At dinner time, Rongguang and Debola talked about what happened today.

"Barak's agent wanted to invite me to dinner tonight, but I refused."

Debola certainly knew why Michael Becker invited Rongguang to dinner, so why did she refuse to leave unexpectedly: "Why didn't you agree?

"I think it's very early..."

"Actually it's not too early. I won't do it after finishing this season, Rong. So I asked you how to find a new agent for yourself from now on." Debola said.

"This is the last season?" Rong Guang asked Debola.

Debola nodded: "Well, it's the last season. After this season is over, I won't be an agent. Not only yours, but Lucas's will not be an agent anymore. I will not be anyone's agent anymore."

After saying these words, it is logical that Debola should have felt relieved, but for some reason, after Debola said these words, she felt a little sad...

Rong Guang was silent for a moment, and then asked, "Who is Jorge Mendez?"

"A very good agent."

"Is it better than you?" Rongguang continued to ask.

"Of course," Debola smiled. "He is much better than me. He can now be regarded as the most famous and most proud agent in European football. With Mourinho's success, he has promoted many of his Portuguese players to European giants. He used to work for Ferger and was responsible for the business in Portugal. Later, he became independent and... "

Debola kept introducing that as a colleague, she knew Mendes very well. Because she was actually secretly understanding European agents, she also wanted to choose a reliable successor for glory.

"What's wrong?" she asked after she introduced.

"He called me in the afternoon."

"Oh," Debola smiled slightly, "You are so popular now, everyone wants gems, Rong."

"I'm a little annoyed, and he wants to meet me."

"Then go and meet, there's nothing to refuse. Mendes is a very capable agent and has a good relationship with the players. If you can let him be your agent, you won't worry about money. I suggest you meet him."

Rong Guang tilted his head and thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay."

※※※

After dinner, Debola packed up the tableware, Rongguang sat on the dining chair and took out his cell phone to call Mendes.

He did not save Mendes' number, but through the "Assed Call" function, you can turn to Mendes' phone number.

When the phone was connected, Rongguang could clearly feel the joy on the other side.

"Is it Rong?"

The sound was filled with pleasure.

"It's me, Mr. Mendes. I thought about it, otherwise we... will meet tomorrow night?"

"No problem, no problem, no problem, no problem, I will arrange it tomorrow night, just wait for my phone number."

Mendes is very happy.

He believed that he would be the agent of the first team to come into contact with Glory.

I must seize this opportunity and convince Rongguang to sign a contract with me.

If you can pull glory into your own camp, your empire will become more stable...

※※※

Deborah was washing dishes in the open kitchen, and she could not only see but also hear Glory call Mendes.

Although she suggested that Rong Guang meet Mendes herself.

However, when all this really happened, she felt like someone was going to steal her stuff.

Debola remembered the feeling of sitting on the ground crying when her favorite teddy bear was snatched away by someone when she was a child. She felt like the whole world had collapsed. She felt very wronged and felt aggrieved. She just wanted to cry loudly, and then hoped that someone could comfort herself, or snatch her teddy bear back from the other party and return it to herself.

But no one came to help her at that time, and she kept crying until her voice was hoarse and dark. Everyone left, and she was the only one left.

Neither his mother nor his father appeared...

Debola suddenly shuddered, her eyes refocused, and she found herself still washing dishes - she was distracted just now.

Yes, no wonder my parents didn't show up. They all died... How could they still appear in front of me? Haha, I'm so stupid.

※※※

After the training the next day, Rongguang did not go home, so he drove directly to the restaurant he had made an appointment with Mendes to meet.

In the restaurant box, he met this Portuguese middle-aged man who was a little trained and smart, and was next to him with a young and beautiful blonde girl.

"This is my secretary, Miss Sevia." Mendes took the initiative to introduce.

Sevia smiled sweetly and handed her hand: "I have long admired Daming, Mr. Rong."

When Rongguang shook hands with her, she could feel that the palms of her hands were a little warm and the skin on her palms was very smooth.

After both sides took their seats, Sevia went out and called the waiter to signal that he could start serving the food.

This is a very high-end restaurant, and even Rongguang has never been here - not because of money, but because of unnecessaryness.

The waiter brought up a few bottles of wine first, and Mendes asked Rong Guang to choose.

Rongguang waved his hand: "Uh, I'm a player, I don't drink."

Mendes smiled and said, "No wonder Rong, you have achieved such an amazing achievement at such a young age... It is really rare to be so self-disciplined."

Then he chose a bottle of wine casually.

Next, while the waiter was busy, Mendez and Rongguang started chatting.

Instead of talking straight to the point, he talked about the game in the last round of Bayern Munich's away challenge to Leverkusen in the last round.

"...I personally dislike the way of playing football. Excellent players are artists and should protect art and should not be treated so rudely... But what I admire most is the spiritual fighting spirit you showed in the game, which is very amazing."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Rong, your performance in the game made me unable to help but breathe rapidly and my heart beat faster..." Miss Sevia, who was next to me, interrupted with a shy look on her face.

Rong Guang scratched his head and smiled honestly: "I just want to win..."

"Well, as a professional player, if you want to succeed, you must have such an idea - no matter how bad the situation is, don't give up the idea of ​​winning," Mendes said with a little excitement.

In this way, Mendes led the way, Miss Sevia occasionally interjected words, acted coquettishly, acted cutely, and adjusted the atmosphere. Both sides didn't talk about anything serious.

But Rongguang was a little absent-minded.

Because he remembered that there was no Debola around him, he seemed to have not had any experience of having dinner with others alone for a long time.

In the past, he would take Debola with him wherever he went, especially when he participated in such occasions, he must have Debola served by his side. When he needed to talk about serious matters, it was Debola's turn to appear. In fact, Rongguang didn't need to care about anything, he just needed to be a mascot.

Now I am about to talk to Mendes about a big thing, but there is no Deborah by his side.

It’s like losing the Dinghai Dinghai needle, the glory and rebirth are restless and very uncomfortable.

※※※

Meanwhile, Debola sat alone at the dining table at home, fiddling with the black beans on the plate with a fork, but did not put them into her mouth.

She was a little absent-minded...

She didn't look up at the clock hanging on the wall.

At this time, Rongguang should have sat down with Mendes to talk?

I wonder how they are talking about?

Have you had a good conversation? Or do you have your own thoughts?

Be careful or straightforward?

Although she had already decided to leave Rongguang, this time, when Rongguang went to talk to another agent alone, she truly felt that the countdown was coming for the first time when she was with Rongguang.

The feeling of time getting less in front of her every minute and second made her feel restless.

The first time Debola discovered that she would hate countdowns, it felt so bad that she had no time left until she finally returned to zero.
Chapter completed!