Chen Chong's post almost immediately made the headlines of major websites in Longguo!

Although it is rare for Longguo players to go abroad, it is not without precedent!

But the agent who signed the contract is one of the top three in the world football, the nature is different!

This means that this player is not an engineer on the court, nor a blue-collar worker, but a genius!

Look at Mendes, look at the coaches and players under Raiola.

Magic Bird, Ronaldinho, Ibrahimovic.

If An Lan can share an agent with them, isn't this a reflection of strength?

Less than half an hour after the post was sent, it has been covered with thousands of comments!

"66666, how can I be so lucky to see this scene."

"Indeed, a good horse deserves a good saddle. Although An Lan has not proved himself yet, how can the vision of these two agents be bad?"

"What the above said is right. With their optimism, An Lan can become a second-rate star in the future!"

"Haha, second-rate in European football, but definitely the best in Asia!"

"Damn, I won't sleep today, keep an eye on it!"

"Are you sick? It's just signing an agent. How can anyone praise the cancerous An Lan's temper?"

"What the above said, you didn't even watch the clarification video, who paid you?"

"......"

Chen Chong saw that the domestic Internet was turned upside down because of his post, and he was so happy that his stomach could see it!

At the same time, his heart was more determined to follow An Lan's footsteps.

......

In the hotel lobby.

Mendes sat down in a dusty manner and took a close look at the Dragon Country boy opposite him.

He waved his hand, and the two assistants behind him respectfully put the documents in their hands on the table, then turned and left.

"An, nice to meet you."

"I'm Mendes."

Mendes leaned forward, stretched out his hand, and was very friendly.

Seeing this, An Lan also smiled and shook hands with him, and said: "I think there is no professional player who doesn't know Mr. Mendes? If there is, he must be famous."

"Hahahaha!"

Mendes laughed and was very proud of this.

At the same time, he turned the documents on the table and pushed them in front of An Lan.

"An, I am very optimistic about your potential. I heard that you haven't signed a contract with Wolfsburg yet. If you hand this matter to me, I will bring you the first pot of gold!"

"This is the contract I drafted for you, a sincerity that is no less than Jose's!"

Jose is naturally Jose Mourinho, the legendary coach nicknamed Magic Bird.

He once created the Porto miracle and helped the Portuguese Super League giants win the Champions League in 2004!

From 2004 to 2007, the Magic Bird coached Chelsea and brought Chelsea 2 Premier League titles, 1 FA Cup title, 1 League Cup title and 1 Community Shield title in 3 years. It can be said that he has made great achievements!

Mendes is really sincere to offer a 17-year-old player who has only played 8 friendly matches the same contract as Mourinho.

But An Lan was very dissatisfied, because he never regarded Mourinho as a comparison opponent.

This is not arrogance, this is a systematic self-confidence in the mind!

The respect he wants is the same contract as Ronaldo.

Obviously, Mourinho can't give it!

Without looking at the contract, An Lan drank a sip of coffee, thought about it and said: "Mr. Mendes, I feel your sincerity."

"But forgive me for my youth and frivolity. I want to say that I am no worse than Cristiano Ronaldo."

Mendes was stunned, and then smiled.

What a proud little guy!

He also took a sip of coffee, but his mind had already weighed the pros and cons in these few short seconds.

After putting down the coffee, Mendes wiped his mouth elegantly with a napkin, looked up at An Lan and said, "You and Chris really have the same temper, and are equally competitive."

"Could it be that a strong desire to win is a characteristic of a talented player?"

"But An, I admire your courage and outspokenness. But I'm sorry, I don't think you can get the same signing terms as Chris."

Mendes' smile became formulaic, but he still looked friendly.

"An, you have to know that this is not an insult. I can give you Jose's contract, which means I am very optimistic about you."

"Are you sure you don't want to open it and take a look? Maybe you think Jose is just a coach, but I tell you, his contract is no worse than the treatment of a first-class star!"

An Lan just smiled when he heard this, and still didn't look at the contract on the table.

He stood up and looked at Mendes.

His tone was flat, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

"Mr. Mendes, it seems that our conversation can onlyIt's a pity that it's over. "

"Thank you very much for the olive branch you handed over, but it's not the thickness I want."

"But it doesn't matter. When the Bundesliga ends this season, I think you will know that your olive branch...is not delicate enough."

Listening to the boy's arrogant words and his posture of standing up to see him off, Mendes's social smile could no longer be maintained.

With a cold face, he tore the documents on the table in half and threw them into the trash can next to him.

Seeing him stand up, the two assistants who disappeared before appeared from nowhere and stood behind him again.

"Very good, I hope you can get a satisfactory result from that vampire Raiola."

Mendes patted An Lan's shoulder as he passed by, and finally whispered: "Is the Bundesliga over? Very interesting suggestion!"

"I hope your confidence can be maintained forever."

"Because all talented players who become famous at a young age are very confident, but in the end 99% of them will bow their heads and learn to be humble. "

"I don't think you are that one percent! "

An Lan raised his eyebrows, his tone was still calm: "Wait and see."

"Haha, let's go!"

Mendez turned and strode away.

And the moment he walked out of the hotel's revolving door, Raiola happened to come in.

Through the glass, he saw Mendes' gloomy face and smiled triumphantly.

It seems that the Portuguese's talk is not going well!

This time, Raiola wanted to compete with him.

Unexpectedly, his competitor had failed, which made him feel boring.

No!

Signing a talented player, a money-printing machine backed by the Asian market, how can it be boring!

This is a luxurious French meal!

Unlike Mendes' elegance full of dominance, Raiola trotted to An Lan the next second after he entered the door and looked at An Lan.

He smiled, and his fat body trembled.

"Oh! An, my future Asian football king! "

As soon as he walked in, he gave An Lan a bear hug!

During the hug, Raiola quickly looked around.

He saw the contract torn in half lying in the trash can!

The smile became even bigger!

There was no guardian, lawyer, or opponent for An Lan around.

Isn't this... huh?

As soon as Raiola started his fantasy moment, he saw An Lan bending down to pick up the contract from the trash can and handing it to him.

"Mr. Raiola, this is the condition Mr. Mendes offered me just now, and I didn't agree. "

An Lan smiled, but Raiola immediately put away his carelessness and no longer treated him as a fat sheep.

He sat on the sofa where Mendes had just sat and opened the contract torn in half to check.

Five minutes later, Raiola raised his fat head and looked at An Lan, and said in surprise: "You? You refused?"