Jorge Mendes strode into a special indoor pool with an iPad.

The reason why this indoor swimming pool is a bit special is that the swimming pool is not big, but there is a fitness bicycle placed in the swimming pool full of water.

On this underwater bicycle, there was a man wearing only a pair of swimming trunks. His back was covered with angular muscles, but the most eye-catching thing was his two thighs. With every pedaling motion, the muscles on his thighs would bulge, as if there was an explosion energy inside.

The man turned his back to Mendes and was competing with the bicycle wholeheartedly. From the blood vessels raised on his thigh, it can be seen that the power required to pedal the bicycle was not small at all.

"Cristiano, Cristiano. Come and see how good this kid is?"

Mendes walked to the pool and said to the man who was riding.

Cristiano Ronaldo, who was called, did not get off the bicycle, but leaned over and stretched out his hand. Mendes squatted by the pool, handed over his hand, and handed the iPad tablet to Ronaldo.

Then Ronaldo continued to pedal and clicked on the video.

After only a few seconds of watching, he curled his lips and said, "This body is so weak. I can't help but look at it..."

But then he saw Gao Zheng picking the ball on the spot, then receiving the ball and turning around and volleying the ball, and his feet stopped unknowingly.

Mendes noticed this scene and smiled slightly.

Next, Ronaldo sat alone on the bicycle, holding the tablet and watching the content in the video intently.

This video is not a collection of goals. In addition to the goals, there are some other content, such as the protagonist's stop, pass and some clever moves to get rid of them...

When Ronaldo finished watching the video, he discovered that the name of the video was "The Genius of Touching the Ball".

He thought to himself that the title was really appropriate. This child seemed to have outstanding control over football and had an outstanding sense of ball.

"How is it? Cristiano?" Mendes asked when he saw Ronaldo staring blankly with his tablet.

"The skills are really good, but the problem is still too thin." Ronaldo returned the tablet to his agent, "Why, are you interested in him?"

"Yes, I'm going to go to Italy."

Mendes's answer surprised Ronaldo: "You go in person?"

"That's right."

Ronaldo frowned: "As for it?"

Mendes laughed: "Cristiano, are you jealous?"

"I don't have it!" Ronaldo snorted, "Who am I? I am Cristiano Ronaldo, the best player in the world, why should I be jealous of a child?"

"You're right, Cristiano, you're the best player on the planet. How could a child threaten you? I just think if you want to sign a player, you should express some sincerity. And you know, I've never represented a Chinese player." Mendes said with a smile. "And China has an infinite market, and that's a country worth paying attention to."

Cristiano Ronaldo waved: "Then go, I wish you good luck."

After saying that, he continued to rush hard on the bicycle.

Looking at his concentration, Jorge Mendez shook his head, got up and walked away.

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"Are we waiting for the high outside the Mugnaini training base?" Part-time driver Nicolo Togliano drove the car off the highway and drove forward along the traffic sign "to Boriasco". He asked Viviano, who was sitting in the back row.

But Viviano asked a question he was surprised: "Do you know where Gao lives, Nicolo?"

"It's not a secret where he lives, but..."

"Let's go there, where he lives." Viviano said decisively.

"Are you sure, Andre?" Nicollo looked at his friend through the rearview mirror.

"Of course, I'm sure. Let's go to his doorstep to wait for him!"

"But doing so will likely infuriate Gao, after all, no one is willing to talk about business at home..."

"It's okay, Nicollo. If we want to beat that fat man, we have to do something unexpected. And you also know that the people in Migure are waiting for highs outside the training base. Since this incident, I don't think anyone else can easily get to highs in this way."

Togliano was convinced by Viviano, and he turned the car to the right without heading towards the Sampdoria training base.

Viviano raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "There is still some time before they finish training. Find a hotel near his house, take a shower, and then take the car to wash. Now, you can tell at a glance that we are coming here in vain."

"You go and take a shower, I don't need to go wash the car." Togliano made a suggestion.

Viviano did not insist because he knew that if they all took a shower and then went to wash the car, there might be too late in time...

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Gao Zheng returned to his apartment in Pelle's car as usual. This time, when he got out of the car and said goodbye to Pelle and walked towards the gate of his apartment, a man suddenly walked straight towards him from the side of the road.

Gao Zheng thought the other party was a fan whom Lai asked him to sign, but he didn't expect the other party to say, "Hello, Gao Zheng."

This sentence made Gao Zheng a little stunned. After staying in Italy for a long time, he has become accustomed to others calling him "Gao", or someone calling him "Zhenggao", he can accept it, but it is really rare for a foreigner to call him "Gao Zheng".

Moreover, the foreigner's pronunciation when he said "Gao Zheng" was not obvious. It was relatively authentic, just like he was speaking Chinese.

Seeing Gao Zheng was a little stunned, the other party smiled and explained, "I know that Chinese people call each other so they don't put their last names behind like us."

"Ah, yes...you are the first Italian I met to call me that."

The other party smiled and said, "Introduce yourself, Andre Viviano, an agent."

After he introduced this, Gao Zheng knew what was going on.

"After the news that Raiola and I were in contact with each other, I thought I would never see the second agent who came to see me again." Gao Zheng said half-jokingly.

"Raiola is just a little more famous, and he can't monopolize the entire market."

Gao Zheng noticed that when the other party mentioned Raiola, he showed a disgust expression on his face, but he did not ask about this.

"I know this is presumptuous, but sorry, I may only find you in this way now. I hope you forgive me..." Viviano bowed slightly and continued, "I came here to talk to you and become your agent... If possible, can I invite you to dinner..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a sudden sound of harsh tires and the ground rubbing from the end of the street, and then he saw the car Gao Zheng was riding back at lightning speed.

Then Pelle jumped out of the car: "Hi, Gao, I saw him in the rearview mirror..." He pointed at Viviano with a fierce look on his face. "Are you in any trouble?"

"No, no." Gao Zheng waved his hand quickly, "This is an agent, he wants to talk to me."

"Agent?" Pelle looked up and down with suspicious eyes.

Viviano quickly stretched out his hand: "Hello, Andre Viviano, a football agent."

But Pelle did not mean to shake hands with him, but turned his head to Gao Zheng and said, "I have never heard of such a number of agents. Be careful, Gao. You are becoming more and more famous now, and there are more and more scammers coming to you."

Facing the hostility that Pelle showed without any concealment, Gao Zheng was a little surprised that the agent, who seemed gentle before, had a tough reaction: "I am a fifa agent with an international license. If I don't believe it, I can go to the official website of FIFA. Or I can also go to the official website of the Italian Football Association."

Pelle didn't seem to have expected that the other party would dare to confront him directly. He was stunned for a moment, and then continued to stubbornly say, "I will go check it out, don't think of liing to me Pelle!"

He poked his chest with his thumb.

Gao Zheng had actually heard Pelle's tone was so harsh that he quickly came out to smooth things over: "Okay, okay, it's okay, Graziano. He just wanted to treat me to a meal and wouldn't kidnap me. You should go back quickly."

"Are you sure it's really okay?" Pelle asked back, then he leaned into Gao Zheng's ear and lowered his voice and said, "Actually, I suggest you don't agree to any invitation from him. Now, people who appear in front of you inexplicably should be careful, especially those who block you directly at your doorstep... Even if he is not a kidnapper, you should be careful that he is a pretend reporter. Getting close to you is to get some inside information. These paparazzi hate the most..."

When he said this, his eyes were always staring at Viviano standing opposite Gao Zheng.

Faced with such a demonstrative look, Viviano looked at him without any retreat.

"He said that he could find out his identity on the official website of the Football Association. I think there should be no problem. If he was pretending, he would not make such a promise." Gao Zheng shook his head gently and replied in a very low voice.

"So, Gao. Go with him, I'll ask my agent to help you check his identity. If it's fake, I'll call you right away." Pelle was conscientious and Gao Zheng did not object, thinking that this was indeed a feasible approach.

So he asked Viviano for a business card and handed it to Pelle, and then agreed to the other party's invitation to invite him.

Seeing that Gao Zheng finally agreed to have a meal with him, Viviano secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, although he was looking at Pelle without any concession, he was also very nervous inside, for fear that Gao Zheng would be persuaded by Pelle who came out halfway and refused his invitation.

Then it will become extremely difficult to get in touch with Gao Zheng and convince him.

And now Gao Zheng agreed to his invitation, which at least shows one problem that he has not reached an agreement with Raiola yet. He still has a chance. Even if the probability of success is not high, it does not prevent him from giving it a try.
Chapter completed!