Raul does not live in Gelsenkirchen, where the Schalke 04 club is located, but in neighboring Dusseldorf.
Located on the Rhine River, close to the world-famous Ruhr area, Düsselt is the capital of North Rhine-Westphalia, the most densely populated and economically developed region in Europe. It is an important city in Germany's advertising, clothing, exhibition and communications industries. , a European logistics center city.
In short, a place where rich people gather...
Although Yang Feng carries with him the memories of the next ten years, none of these memories can be directly converted into wealth. After thinking about it, things like Huaxia Real Estate, Maotai Stocks, and Bitcoin are more impressive, but These all require capital.
He may be able to make some money on gambling with this season's Champions League and this year's European Cup, but because of his status as a professional player, these are destined to be sneaky and trivial.
So he is still a poor guy now.
Although his expression was well controlled, when he saw Raul's mansion, he couldn't deny that he was filled with envy.
"Yang, you are welcome to be our guest..."
Raul and his wife Maman Sanz greeted him at the door, showing great enthusiasm.
If he hadn't known that he was not worthy of Real Madrid's jersey, Yang Feng would have thought that the former Real Madrid captain was here to trick him into joining the Galacticos.
"Thank you." After Yang Feng hugged Raoul, he was about to shake hands with the hostess, but he didn't expect that she had already come up to him and hugged him.
This woman is the one that Raul's female fans are jealous of, and is known to the world because of Raul's famous celebration of kissing the ring.
Seeing that he was not used to it, Raul laughed loudly, "I know Easterners are very reserved, but if you want to continue to develop in European football in the future, you must learn to adapt to all this, including hugging and kissing women. present."
Yang Feng smiled sheepishly and said, "I'm really not used to it. You know, few people invite me."
"Believe me, it won't take long before many people will be proud to invite you," Raul kept smiling. "Come on, let me show you my children and a guest..."
"Guest?" Yang Feng knew what he was talking about.
Raul has four children, the youngest two are twins, but they are not very interested in Yang Feng.
It was Raul's "guest" who was interested in Yang Feng.
His agent has the same name as a certain star, Carvajal.
"Hello, Yang," Carvajal reached out and shook his hand, "We have met before, but I don't think you remember."
What he was talking about was probably some Schalke event. Yang Feng really had no memory of it, but he still said hypocritically: "Of course I remember."
Carvajal said: "Then shall we talk business first or eat first?"
Raul shrugged, "There's still half an hour."
Carvajal nodded confidently, "That's enough."
He is a well-known football manager throughout Europe. He has countless big names under his command. At its peak, half of Real Madrid's teams were his players. Now that he has come to invite him in person, I believe Yang Feng has no reason to refuse.
Raul said hello and left, leaving the two of them to talk among themselves.
"So, Yang," Carvajal made a gesture of invitation, motioning for Yang Feng to sit down and said, "You should know what I am asking you for, you need an agent, and I am the best football player in the world. One of the agents.”
Yang Feng ignored his boasting and just interrupted with a smile: "Sorry, Mr. Carvajal, I saw that news and thought you had a bad impression of the Chinese people."
Carvajal understood instantly, and another burst of laughter broke out.
When it was decided to leave Real Madrid, it was rumored that Raul was very close to a certain club in the Chinese Super League. However, when Carvajal went to negotiate, the other party said: "Ask him to send his resume to my email tomorrow..."
Asking Raul to send his resume is indeed very impressive, but this paragraph should be a malicious joke that goes along with "Let Anelka come for a trial". It is difficult to tell whether it is true or not. Carvajal did not clarify. But he just repeatedly expressed to Yang Feng that he had no prejudice against Chinese players, but admired them very much.
To prove it, he even named several Chinese players in succession.
What he didn't know was that apart from the joke just now, the thing that impressed Yang Feng the most on him was actually another piece of news.
This guy was also Casillas' agent, but was fired by Casillas after the 2010 World Cup because the Spanish captain felt that he failed to help him improve his influence around the world.
Carvajal is not a fuel-efficient lamp. In an interview with "Asian", he insinuated that Cassie was ungrateful, and the two sides were very unhappy.
Yang Feng is not a judge, and has no interest in exploring who is right or wrong. He only knows that this guy is a person with professional stains. More importantly, although he keeps saying that he has no prejudice against Chinese players, some details in his speech and behavior are always inadvertently revealed. Revealing a kind of arrogance, as if being able to be close to him was an incredible achievement for Yang Feng.
Yang Feng is not soft in character, but he is not the kind of personality player who will fall out on the spot whenever he makes me unhappy. He immediately used the Chinese stunt: Tai Chi Push Hands.
Carvajal is a smart man. Of course he saw Yang Feng's perfunctory, and immediately frowned and said: "Yang, I know you played two... well, great games... and I also know that you are playing... Facing the issue of contract renewal with the club, I'm sorry, let me put it more bluntly, I'm afraid even you can't guarantee that you can play the third or fourth game in the future, right?"
He shrugged, "Of course, Raul and I both recognize your strength and potential, so I'm here. Believe me, I can help you get a big contract, not just for Schalke 04. Sorry again." , I don't mean to disrespect this club, but if you can continue to perform like this in the future, then I can take you to a height that you can't even believe, far beyond Schalke 04... "
Yang Feng twitched his lips in cooperation and interrupted the pie he had already finished drawing, "For example, Real Madrid?"
"Yes! Real Madrid!" Carvajal's tone suddenly became passionate. "Think about it, how exciting it will be when one day you wear the No. 9 jersey of Real Madrid and gallop in the Champions League final? That is Di. Jerseys worn by Stefano, Ronaldo and Benzema!”
Carvajal had obviously done his homework carefully and knew that the Chinese people have strong feelings for their country, so he specially added, "Believe me, you will become a god in the hearts of all Chinese fans by then! Just like Raul is to Spain …”
He was so moved as he said that, he stared at Yang Feng with burning eyes, trying to see from him the unique enthusiasm and expectation of a fool after being fooled.
Yang Feng disappointed him. He just picked up the glass in front of him and took a sip of water. "This water is quite sweet..."
Without you, I can still become a god in the eyes of Chinese fans!
