"What two points?" Raiola's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.
"First, my relationship with Emma." Wang Xiaodong raised a finger, "Although the media in England are trying to suppress this matter and prevent it from getting bigger, and they don't want me to take advantage of her popularity and traffic. But as long as she and I are still in contact, and she and I continue to meet, then my commercial value is definitely more than just a player."
Raiola frowned. Of course he knew that Wang Xiaodong and Emma were having a "scandal" in private.
All England was surprisingly consistent on the matter.
Even the most gossipy media are unwilling to report on the affairs between Wang Xiaodong and Emma.
There is no other reason than that he does not want the two of them to be connected, and at the same time, the majority of male compatriots in England continue to admire the cute little witch.
However, the media could not stop Wang Xiaodong and Emma from contacting each other even if they did not retaliate.
If Emma really identifies Wang Xiaodong, then the whole of England will have to re-evaluate Wang Xiaodong's weight.
"Uh...Dong, sir, may I take the liberty to ask where you and Miss Emma are at?" Raiola asked bravely.
"We've never even held hands, can you believe it?"
Raiola shook his head like a rattle.
Not only did you shoot commercials together, but you also went to bars together, and you even staged a scene where a hero saves a beauty. You said you haven’t held hands yet, even if you don’t believe it!
"Then I tell you that we lived together, do you believe it?"
Raiola still shook his head.
Emma is not such a casual girl. Judging from the few times she appeared in public during this period, she is still the innocent young lady.
"So, if you don't believe anything I say, why are you still asking this question?" Wang Xiaodong spread his hands and showed a wise smile.
"Okay, then I won't ask. This is your private matter after all."
Although he did not get a definite answer, Raiola was keenly aware that the relationship between Wang Xiaodong and Emma was anything but ordinary, and they are still in contact even now.
This is enough!
The popularity of Harry Potter is global, and so is the popularity of Hermione.
If Wang Xiaodong and Emma really became a couple, Wang Xiaodong's commercial value alone would be enough for a quasi-rich family to give him a contract.
"But Dong, who knows whether your relationship will break down?" Raiola took a sip of tea, "I guess you are not the kind of person who makes a fortune from women, right!?"
"Of course, I will definitely become a world-famous football star in the future. Maybe Emma will also use my relationship to make movies!" Wang Xiaodong said proudly.
"But you're not famous yet!" Raiola reminded.
"Dong Fangzhuo is not famous, is he? But Manchester United signed him for the first time."
After hearing this, Raiola's expression finally changed.
He did not hesitate to come out to find Wang Xiaodong in person, just like Manchester United, for the Chinese market behind him!
China has the largest number of fans in the world, and the commercial value of a Chinese player is far greater than his value on the football field.
This is far beyond what players like Zidane and Ronaldo can compare with.
Having said this, Wang Xiaodong concluded: "Mr. Raiola, for the above two points, I will only give you 10% of the advertising revenue. Isn't that a lot?"
There was a brief silence in the room.
After a moment of silence, the two of them were engaged in non-retreating bargaining.
Raiola disliked Wang Xiaodong for making conditions before he became famous, and Wang Xiaodong disliked his opponent for being too open-minded.
The one who picks the goods is the one who buys them. The two of them had been arguing for so long, so naturally they looked at each other.
Raiola needs to use his own vision to find more profound and long-term interests in Wang Xiaodong. Wang Xiaodong also wants to borrow Raiola's energy to help him sort out his career.
The two discussed from noon to evening, and pots of tea were served.
In the end, the contract commission was finalized at 15%, the transfer commission was finalized at 12%, and only the commercial advertising commission, the two could not insist on it.
Raiola wanted at least 17 points, but Wang Xiaodong gave him 13 at most.
By this point in the argument, the two of them were already dry. But my stomach was full of tea and I couldn't drink any more.
"I think that's it for today." Raiola looked at the sky and decided to suspend negotiations.
Although it was only a verbal discussion, given their personalities, the result of this discussion was almost the final decision, so both of them were extremely cautious.
"Okay, I agree!" Wang Xiaodong raised his hands in agreement, "Then let's talk about it another day!"
Wang Xiaodong thought about playing a few more games to increase his own data and increase his chips; Raiola also made the same calculation. He bet that Wang Xiaodong would not be the focus of the game every time. Players have their peaks and troughs.
The two shook hands tacitly and walked out of the private room together.
"Xiaodong, how was the conversation?"
"This short fat guy is quite difficult to deal with!" Wang Xiaodong waved his hands, his face full of dissatisfaction.
"Then what can I do?"
"Pack a sausage for that fat guy. He seems to like eating it."
"okay!"
As night falls, the temperature in Southampton begins to drop rapidly.
Raiola turned up the collar of his coat and lit himself a cigar.
"Would you like one?"
"No smoking!" Wang Xiaodong waved his hand and pointed at his single clothes and said, "I am in good health."
"You know? Dong, this is what I value most about you." Looking at the streets with cars passing by, Raiola blew out a smoke ring.
"Many players will choose to enjoy themselves after becoming famous, but I don't see this in you."
"Dong, you know, health is a player's greatest asset!"
"I know." Wang Xiaodong shrugged, "But I won't give up drinking, let alone women because of it!"
Raiola rolled his eyes at Wang Xiaodong and said, "That's up to you, as long as you don't take drugs at the sight of Maradona. With your current body and condition, you will have no problem playing for another twenty years."
"Of course!" Wang Xiaodong rolled up his sleeves and showed off his biceps.
"Ding-dang, deep winter, deep winter..."
An empty can hit the edge of the trash can, bounced to the ground, and was stepped on by Wang Xiaodong.
Its original owner turned a blind eye and staggered away in front of Wang Xiaodong and Raiola.
He smells of alcohol and is a drunkard!
"Mr. Raiola, let's make a bet."
"What bet?"
Wang Xiaodong pointed at the back of the drunkard and said slowly: "If I can kick him, what are the conditions for you to agree to me?"
Raiola checked the distance visually and nodded: "Can it be more precise?"
"What's the meaning?"
"If you miss, it's like what I mean, 17%. If you kick it to the head -7%, if you kick it to the limbs -5%, if you kick it to the torso -3%, how about that?"
"Can!"
Wang Xiaodong agreed instantly.
"Mr. Raiola, your little tricks don't work on me."
"Dong, you are much smarter than I thought." Raiola also smiled.
Raiola's intention was to take advantage of Wang Xiaodong's thinking time to further distance him.
Wang Xiaodong was not fooled at all and directly agreed to the other party's request.
"Please." Raiola slowly took a few steps back and made room for him.
The drunkard looked like he had drunk a lot, and he was walking unsteadily and erratically.
Although the speed was not fast and he had not gone very far at this time, some pedestrians still avoided him and walked between Wang Xiaodong and the drunk man.
Of course, Wang Xiaodong could open his mouth to expel him, but once he opened his mouth, he would inevitably be put at the disadvantage.
"Dong, if you don't kick, he will go far away!"
People were coming and going, and the drunk man had almost reached the corner of the street.
Seeing that Wang Xiaodong was still there, the corners of Raiola's mouth gradually turned up.
"I'm waiting for him to stop." Wang Xiaodong said seriously.
"Hahaha, unless you call him to stop, how could he... ugh!"
Raiola's laughter stopped mid-sentence.
That drunkard really did what Wang Xiaodong said, he actually vomited while holding on to the corner of the street.
In no time, the filth was spat out all over the floor.
"Dong, I didn't expect you to be a prophet."
Looking at the vomit spread on the ground, Raiola subconsciously pinched his nose.
His big nose seems to have a better sense of smell than ordinary people.
"Mr. Raiola, you just said, how much is the kick to the head?"
"7%!" Raiola replied, "However, Dong, I suggest you kick against his body, that will be more accurate."
Raiola was right. The drunkard was holding on to the corner of the wall and bent over, exposing his entire back to the two of them.
Only his head was stuck behind the corner and he kept vomiting.
The 90-degree wall angle completely blocked the drunk man's neck. Everyone knew that when he raised his head, his body would no longer stay on this side.
Wang Xiaodong took a deep breath and slowly raised his legs.
"Mr. Raiola."
"Huh? What's the matter?"
"I can become a more famous man than David Beckham!"
collapse!
Wang Xiaodong's right leg suddenly swung down, his toes kicked hard, and the deformed can instantly flew into the sky.
Soon, the height of the can reached the height of the street lamp, as if it was kicked into the thick clouds.
Raiola opened his eyes wide and tried his best to catch the figure of the can.
Boom!
At the corner of the street, there was a crisp sound.
It was the sound of metal hitting bone.
Bang dang lang lang lang~~~
The can bomb fell to the ground, and the drunkard who was concentrated by the "meteor from the sky" fell to the ground with it.
[Special Aiming Spell-1]
"Wang Defa???"
Raiola's eyes widened, disbelief written on his face.
Not even Ice Prince Bergkamp can kick such a precise parabola.
"Dong, how did you do it?"
"Mr. Raiola, I am not only a defensive midfielder, but also a shooter!"
Raiola shivered and bent down, looking up and down at Wang Xiaodong's muscular right leg.
That's a perfect right leg!
"Beckham is nothing more than that, right? My girlfriend is much more beautiful than Victoria!"
Raiola took a step back. He thought he had already seen through Wang Xiaodong. Until now, I found that I knew nothing about the oriental boy in front of me.
Then, Raiola suddenly rushed to Wang Xiaodong and grabbed his hands.
"Dong, 10% is 10%, I promise you."
"Sir, your sausages are packed."
Li Fugui walked out of the store and handed the plastic bag to Raiola.
"Mr. Raiola, your fat intestines."
"Oh, it's my fat intestine." Raiola nodded repeatedly.
"Next time we meet, I think you will bring a contract that satisfies me, right?"
"No problem, Dong, I will draft it as soon as possible."
"Then, happy working together."
“A pleasure to work with.”
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's precise footwork, Raiola suddenly felt that his pension money for the rest of his life would come from Wang Xiaodong.
Before getting into the car, Wang Xiaodong suddenly hung onto Raiola's neck.
"Mr. Raiola, since you are one of our own, let me give you another deal."
"What deal?"
"In Southampton's second team, there is a guy named Gareth Bale. He runs no slower than Walcott."
"real?"
"of course it's true!"
