The next day.

Office of Jiangzhou China Southern Airlines Club.

Chen Mengfei sat gracefully on the sofa, holding a cup of just-made coffee in her hand.

Opposite her, Lin Feng crossed his legs and was pinching a contract and was watching it with relish.

"Among all the quotation contracts, Manchester City is undoubtedly the most sincere. The price they give is comparable to that of the first-tier stars in the five major leagues. You must know that you have never played a European game. It is really courageous for them to give such a quotation."

Chen Mengfei took a sip of coffee and said softly.

"Well, indeed, I can see their sincerity." Lin Feng nodded.

"Then, let's get in touch with them first?" Chen Mengfei asked.

"It's OK, but there's no hurry. After all, the AFC Champions League is not over yet. I said that it will help you win a championship trophy." Lin Feng shrugged.

"You have a conscience." Chen Mengfei gave Lin Feng a blank look and continued: "If you remember correctly, you didn't seem to have made up your mind to go to Europe before playing against Buriram. Why did you suddenly have the idea of ​​going to Europe after the game?"

"To be honest?" Lin Feng asked with a smile.

"Of course, do you and me need to hide anything else?" Chen Mengfei nodded unhappily.

"Okay, then I'll tell the truth." Lin Feng said seriously: "Originally, I didn't expect to go to Europe so early, but after playing against Buriram, I suddenly felt so lonely..."

"Lonely??"

"It's just the feeling of Dugu Qiubai. It's a very depressing thing to have no decent opponents on the Green Field." Lin Feng shrugged.

"Drink! It's true that you are waiting to praise yourself!" Chen Mengfei chuckled.

Lin Feng smiled and said, "Didn't you let me tell the truth?"

"If this comes from someone else's mouth, I will definitely spit on him. However, you do have the capital to say such words. Who made you Lin Chuangkuan!" Chen Mengfei responded with a smile. Her words came from the heart.

What Lin Feng said is the truth. No matter which field he is in, if he does not have a decent opponent, he will be very lonely. Just like the "Dugu Qiubao" in martial arts, he is hard to lose. In the end, he can only compete with himself in boredom.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Sliva is looking for you."

Chen Mengfei's secretary Feng Yao knocked on the door and walked into the office.

"If there is no appointment, please ask him to make an appointment first." Chen Mengfei frowned and ordered.

"Mr. Chen, I have already told him, but he just refused to leave. He also said that there are very important things to discuss with you." Feng Yao responded with a bitter face.

"Then he said he didn't tell his origin?" Chen Mengfei asked.

"I said, I said he belongs to the Lai City Club..." Feng Yao recalled hard.

"It's Leicester City." Lin Feng took the conversation.

"Yes, it's Leicester City." Feng Yao nodded.

"Leicester City?" Chen Mengfei frowned and looked at Lin Feng: "Is it the team that created the Premier League miracle?"

"Yes, they were the Premier League champions last season, but their performance this season is very average." Lin Feng responded.

"They came here at this time, so they wanted to introduce you, right?" Chen Mengfei asked.

"Who knows, but since you are here, it's nothing to see you." Lin Feng shrugged indifferently.

Chen Mengfei nodded gently: "Okay, Secretary Feng, please let him in."

"Okay, Mr. Chen."

Feng Yao nodded in response.

Five minutes later.

Two foreigners followed Feng Yao to the office.

"Mr. Chen, this is Mr. Sliva of the Leicester City Club." Feng Yao pointed to the man walking in front and introduced that this man was about fifty years old, not tall, and was fat.

"Hello, Mr. Chen, I'm taking the liberty to bother you." Sliva greeted and said unexpectedly.

"Oh, my God! Lin Crazy! I didn't expect you to be there too!" Seeing Lin Feng also in the office, Sliva exclaimed immediately.

Lin Feng nodded with a smile: "Hello."

"It's great that you are here. There are some things that can be discussed with you in person." Sliva said with an excited look on his face.

"Mr. Sliva, please sit down. If you have anything, let's talk slowly." Chen Mengfei took the conversation with a smile.

"Oh, thank you." Sliva thanked him, then pointed to the man who was walking with him and introduced: "His name is Pitt, and he is the executive general manager of our club. Oh, by the way, I forgot to say that I am the owner of Leicester City Club."

"boss??"

Upon hearing this, Chen Mengfei and Lin Feng were both stunned. They thought that Sliva should be just a staff member of the Leicester City Club, but they never expected that he was the team owner.

Four of them sat down, and Sliva said straight to the point: "Mr. Chen, my purpose of coming this time is to discuss with you the matter of Mr. Lin Crazy transfer to our club. Both me and our team's experts are very optimistic about Mr. Lin Crazy's prospects. Therefore, I really hope that Mr. Lin Crazy can join my team. For this, I can pay a transfer fee of 10 million euros."

Sliva was so happy that she didn't say much nonsense and went straight to the point.

However, after hearing the price he quoted, Chen Mengfei smiled: "Mr. Sliva, I like your direct style of doing things very much. However, the transfer fee you are willing to pay does not have an advantage among competitors."

"How is it possible? I'm talking about 10 million euros, not 10 million rmb." Sliva looked in disbelief. Leicester City is a small club. The price of 10 million euros is already a sky-high price for them.

Moreover, this price is an exception for a player who has no experience in playing football in the top five leagues.

"I'm talking about the euro..." Chen Mengfei chuckled and spread her hands: "But, it's a little less."

"Shao? I don't think so." Sliva shook her head and continued: "Do you know how much the transfer fee for Luo to join the Premier League back then? After all, Mr. Lin Crazy has not proved himself in Europe yet."

"It's because he hasn't proved himself yet, so I haven't asked for 100 million euros, right?" Chen Mengfei shrugged with a smile.

"One hundred million euros!! Oh my God, what a lunatic!! Sliva frowned and kept shaking her head.

And at this moment, Feng Yao walked into the office again.

"Sorry, I'll bother you." Feng Yao walked to Chen Mengfei and whispered: "Mr. Chen, someone is looking for you again. They claim to be from Manchester City Club."

"Oh? The people from Manchester City are here too?" Chen Mengfei was slightly stunned.

"In addition, I received a call from Bayern Munich Club, saying that I wanted to make an appointment for your time." Feng Yao added.

"Bayern..." Hearing this, Chen Mengfei nodded at Lin Feng: "You just said yesterday that you were interested in going to Europe. Only so many clubs have found their way. Their sense of smell is really sensitive!"
Chapter completed!