Balotelli moved to Manchester City for 28 million euros.

Raiola smiled from ear to ear. This is a lot of money. In the summer, Ibrahimovic and Bashen can bring in income.

The outside world is paying most attention to Tang Zhenglong right now.

If Tang Zhenglong transfers, he will definitely be the top bidder in the summer. After all, Tang Zhenglong still has a long contract with Real Madrid.

Many reporters gathered in front of Fatty's home in Italy.

As soon as Raiola appeared, reporters swarmed over.

The fat man slowed down and opened the car window.

"Hello everyone."

"Mino."

"What do you want to know?"

"We want to know if Tang Zhenglong will move to Manchester City?"

"this……"

Raiola deliberately tried to play hard to get.

"All I can tell you is that in this crazy summer, anything can happen."

This sentence gave reporters endless daydreams.

Fatty’s meaning is also very clear, you can just go where you want to go.

****

Mourinho looked at the newspaper and looked unhappy.

"What do you mean, anything can happen? Next season, Tang Zhenglong must belong to Real Madrid. Is there any doubt about this?"

Morais laughed at the side and said: "This damn fat guy just wants to make some topics."

Mourinho shook his head, "I don't think so. This damn fat guy is likely to cause trouble, and Tang Zhenglong performed too well in the game against Manchester United."

"Jose, what do you want to do?"

"You go contact this fat man and ask him to come to the club, and I'll talk to him."

"OK."

****

"Talk to me?" Raiola smiled and put down the phone, "I really admire myself. What a wise decision I made to sign Tang Zhenglong back then, hahaha."

Unexpectedly, the phone rang again and it was Mancini.

In fact, this is Mancini Jr., the current coach of Manchester City, and he is also Italian.

Don’t doubt the friendship between fellow footballers. Many times, people in the football world like to seek help from fellow footballers.

"Robert, why did you remember to call me?"

"Mino, come out and have a chat?"

"Haha, it's better not to do it. I'm very busy, as you know, it's summer now."

Mancini chuckled.

"If I told you that there was a business of 200 million euros waiting for you, would you buy me a cup of coffee?"

Raiola was shocked.

There were rumors about the scandal between Tang Zhenglong and Manchester City, but as an insider, he knew very well that those were all nonsense. Manchester City had never quoted him a penny, but this time it was the Manchester City coach who said it himself.

But Raiola is an old fox, and he is not that naive.

"Two hundred million euros? That's enough for many people to drink coffee for a lifetime, hahaha."

"Come out and I'll send you an address."

Raiola thought for a moment.

"Okay, but I won't make any promises."

"I don't need your commitment either. This is just a gathering between two old Italian friends."

*******

Do you think there are airtight walls in the world?

of course not.

Raiola and Mancini were photographed.

Mourinho stared at the phone screen with a smile on his face.

"Damn fat man, do this with me. When I was in Barcelona, ​​you were still a pure fat man."

Mourinho feels that this is a plan of the fat man. He does not believe that anyone in today's football is crazy enough to offer a sky-high price of 200 million euros to buy a player.

Then Morris came in.

"Jose, he's here."

"Let him in."

Raiola walked into the office with a big belly.

"José, your taste is much better than Pellegrini's. The old guy's office is empty. At least you have a painting here. It must be a painting by Monet."

Mourinho stood up and said with a smile: "You are indeed an Italian, you still have a good taste in art."

"Haha, just average, average. Even though we are considered rich, we definitely can't afford these authentic works of art."

"any drinks?"

"Cappuccino."

"The cappuccino is too high in calories. I'll give you a cup of black coffee."

Raiola is a little unhappy, why?

Mourinho did it on purpose. In my case, you can't do whatever you want.

Raiola put the coffee aside and crossed his hands in front of him.

"Jose, why did you come to me? Can you tell me directly?"

"no problem."

Mourinho threw the phone away.

"I want to tell you, don't do this kind of thing in the future. I am not a rookie in football. This kind of thing will not scare me, it will only disgust me."

The fat man smiled slightly.

"Jose, do you think 200 million is too much?"

Mourinho nodded.

"I know Manchester City has money, but it's not something I picked up."

"Haha, Jose, maybe we have never seen a rich person, look at this."

"What?"

Raiola slapped a check on the table.

"A check from the Emirates."

Mourinho took it and took a look.

"Why are there no numbers?"

Suddenly, he suddenly realized that this was a check that could be filled out casually. Of course, this was not a blank check like in the movie. You can really get as much as you write, but the amount must be quite astonishing.

Raiola smiled and said: "These bastards selling oil are really rich, two hundred million? Haha, if I want, I can double it."

At this time, even the well-informed Mourinho was stunned.

"I understand what you mean, but Tang Zhenglong won't sell it, what can you do?"

Raiola collected the check.

"Haha, Jose, this is the world of football, money can buy everything, including you." The fat man pointed at Mourinho, then stood up and left.

"Your coffee."

"I love cappuccino, and I won't compromise."

After Raiola left, Mourinho stood up and looked at the players training outside.

“So this is how it feels to be pelted with money!”

*******

"Tang Zhenglong, you are such a genius, how did you come up with this, hahaha." Raiola almost burst out laughing.
To be continued...