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Chapter 7 A Deal

"Long time no see, Edward, your grandfather often brought you here to play, but I haven't seen you much since then." The other party was very enthusiastic.

This attitude is good, and it seems that things are not difficult to handle.

Edward immediately reached out to hold each other's hands: "Uncle Paul, of course you couldn't see me when I went to school in a foreign country before, but now that I'm back, I will definitely trouble you often in the future."

"Very welcome."

Paul Judit poured a glass of wine for Edward and asked, "Surely you didn't come to see me, an old guy, today?"

These foreigners are really straightforward, Edward is not used to it.

"I did encounter a little problem, but it is very important to see you."

"Let's talk about things first."

Edward handed over the information of the two people and explained: "I want to take over the team recently, but those bastard executives are not cooperative at all. I want to start with the club members. It happens that there are two leaders of the fan organization working in the factory, so I want to invite Do me a favor."

Paul Udit nodded and did not speak, his eyes were on the data, but he was obviously out of focus.

"Edward, these two are excellent employees of the factory, and I have no reason to target them."

After hearing this, Edward rolled his eyes wildly. You old guy has been in charge of the factory for more than ten years, and this kind of thing is just a matter of effort.

Just now he was talking about friendship, and now he is doing this again, it seems that he wants some benefits.

Sure enough, the following text came: "Do you still remember my son Philip, you used to play together when you were young."

"Of course, how is he recently?"

"not too good."

Edward's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly thought about what the other party wanted him to pay. He didn't have too many resources to use, and if the asking price was too high, he couldn't satisfy it.

Paul Judith continued: "He likes football very much. He has been a fanatic fan of Union Berlin since he was a child, but every trial training was blocked by the team. Even though he is almost 20 years old, he still hopes to play for Union Berlin. ball."

"As long as I have the team in hand, I will sign Philippe, and he can even play for the first team in some unimportant games."

Edward gave his own guarantee. He thought it was a big deal. He originally wanted to send his son to the team. He didn't expect that Germany also had such a relationship.

"That's really thankful. I'm just such a son. A father must of course fulfill his wish."

Paul Judit had a smile on his face, obviously satisfied with Edward's assurance.

"I hope to hear good news soon."

"No problem, tomorrow they will be on the new layoff list."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Edward got up to leave.

This is a big shot, a few casual words can decide the fate of two people, or even two families.

This feeling is really good!

Sebastian Eriksson and Ryan Müller felt the sky was falling when they learned they had been sacked.

Old Hoffmann was not that kind of vampire. In the poorer East Berlin area, working in the Hoffmann factory was one of the best jobs. Otherwise, an immigrant with no education like Eriksson would not be able to support a few children to go to school.

Germany does not charge tuition fees, but school supplies and daily necessities are not for nothing, which is not a small expense.

If he is dismissed, his children will have a difficult life, let alone go to school. They can only drop out of school and go out to work like him, doing some simple jobs that do not require a degree. The wages of this kind of work will not be high, no matter which country they are in It is true that knowledge can change destiny.

Seeing the two dismissed employees, Paul Judit told them straight to the point that a big shot wanted to ask them for help, and if they agreed to that big shot, they could return to work in the factory.

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"That's really grateful to have time to eat together, Uncle Paul."

After only two days, Paul got everything done, faster than Edward thought. The German trade unions are not easy to deal with. They really are local snakes, and the matter was solved so easily.

Later, Edward met two fan leaders at a nice restaurant, and there was a small incident during which Ryan Muller was turned away because he was not wearing a suit.

Originally, it was to take care of them. Now that this happened, Edward took advantage of the situation and switched to eating Chinese food.

He didn't understand why he had to wear formal clothes when eating western food in Europe.

But once a foreign friend gave him an explanation: "This is a kind of etiquette, because Western food is not like Chinese food, and there are very few private rooms. It is not only you who eat here, but also other people in the hall."

Since people have such regulations, just follow them, there is no need to be different.

After ordering some home-cooked dishes, Edward said straight to the point: "You may not have seen me, but you must have heard of me. I am Edward Hoffman—the grandson of Thomas Hoffman. I have encountered a little trouble recently. , would like to ask you to do me a favor."

"A big man like you also needs my help?"

Ryan Muller was obviously brooding about being fired, and he was full of gunpowder when he opened his mouth.

Sebastian Eriksson was a lot more cautious, after all, the children in his family were still waiting for him to take the money back.

Seeing Mueller's attitude, Edward couldn't help frowning, took out a brown paper seal from his bag and threw it on the table: "You stole from the factory before, and the evidence is in my hands. Now I am not asking you, but asking, If you don't meet my demands, then I'm ready to turn these things over to the police."

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the room dropped a few degrees. Ryan Muller's face was white, and Sebastian Eriksson's eyes were also full of vigilance. He said he asked them to help, but no lover came up to help just threaten others.

Edward didn't urge him either, and kept flicking his right hand on the table.

When the waiter saw this atmosphere when serving the dishes, he put down the dishes and said "Enjoy your meal" and left immediately.

"This matter is very simple for you. I want a part of the voting rights. It just so happens that you are the leaders of the fan organization. As long as you support me, you are my friend. I will never let my friends suffer."

After Edward finished speaking, he took out two bulging envelopes from his bag and patted them in front of them: "As long as you help me get some fans, the money inside will be yours, and you can go back to work in the factory. If you want to accept my friendship , then you are two unemployed paupers!"

"I did it!"

Sebastian Eriksson grabbed the money directly without any hesitation, making Edward feel the magic of money. He did not expect Eriksson to fall so soon.

He turned to look at Ryan Muller: "What about you?"

"If you agree, I can help you pay the gift tax. This is 10 yuan. You can earn this money for five years without eating or drinking!"

Edward was a little impatient, and reached out to get the envelope back. Mueller quickly grabbed the envelope and said with a smile on his face: "I'm just too shocked. Since I'm useful, I will definitely help."

"Thank you so much!"

After finally getting everything done, Edward really wanted to know the expressions of those bastards in the club seeing him as the boss.

(End of this chapter)