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Chapter 150 For the sake of the club, I agree

"Valencia Cathedral was built in the 3rd century AD. It is the cathedral of the Catholic Valencia Archdiocese. It has three artistic styles: Neo-Romanesque, Baroque, and Gothic, so it also has three doors of different styles. There is a Holy Grail preserved in the Cathedral of Valencia, which is said to be the authentic Holy Grail used in the Last Supper... Two people, please go this way, I will take you to see the Holy Grail."

The staff member arranged by Valencia is a young girl who obviously does this job a lot, and she is very thoughtful in every move and manner, and her explanations are also very detailed.

"This Valencia club is too picky, right? Who doesn't know that places like churches generally don't charge tickets, and they actually introduced us to a free attraction." Jim Cassell complained.

"It's more than that." Duncan whispered, pointing at the staff member with his mouth: "If I'm not mistaken, this 'staff' is a lady tour guide, a club staff member who plays a temporary guest role. Temporarily hire a people, it will always cost less than a staff sent out every month."

"Isn't it? Valencia Club, is it so poor?" Jim Cassell's eyes widened.

"Actually, this is good news, isn't it?" Duncan said in a low voice, "This shows that the financial situation of the Valencia Club has deteriorated to the extent that it affects the normal operation of the club."

Visited the attractions of Valencia for a day and learned about the city culture of Valencia.With Duncan's words, Jim Cassel also put his heart in his stomach, and instead watched the scenery with great interest.

In the evening, Juan Soler called and invited the two to dinner.

"Steben, you're amazing!" Jim Cassell gave a thumbs up.

Jim Cassell looked at Duncan with admiration already.Using knowledge from other fields to solve problems in one's own field sounds like a very powerful thing.

The place for dinner is a rather high-end restaurant.

Duncan and Jim Cassell met with Valencia's club president, Juan Soler.

The enthusiastic expression is still there, but the faint sense of distance has disappeared, and the two sides are like old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time.

At the banquet, Juan Soler chatted about the scenic spots Duncan visited today, and they were all precious and eloquent.

Duncan agreed casually and didn't care.

After drinking for three rounds, Juan Soler picked up his glass and suddenly asked, "Where did you hear about the new stadium yesterday?"

When he said this, he basically admitted Duncan's guess.

"Mr. Soler, please rest assured. Up to now, only my assistant and I know about this matter. Personally, I prefer to watch financial news. I guessed it based on the clues in the news." Duncan said with a smile: "I'm just a team coach, I don't care about other things."

Duncan's meaning is obvious: if you don't get something from the transfer, I'm afraid there will be a third and fourth person who will know soon.

"This matter is not that serious." Soler said with a light smile: "We are seeking financing, new assets will be injected soon, and the team's debts will soon be restored to A healthy situation."

"Really?" Duncan said with a half-smile: "Spain's overall economy has taken a turn for the worse, and hot money is fleeing abroad. Who would throw money in a club like yours, a bottomless pit with high debts? A staggering amount!"

"The club's finances are closely related to its performance. This season, the Valencia team has sharp conflicts and has changed four head coaches. The team's performance is very poor, and there will be no Champions League next season, or even the Europa League. In this way Next season, your club's income will directly decrease by 3000 million euros! Not to mention the sponsors around the European war..."

"What's more, according to David Silva's current performance, you must give him a maximum salary next year at the latest, otherwise, this will cause dissatisfaction among the players themselves. According to Valencia's current financial situation, you are now I guess they won’t be able to pay wages, right?”

"Think about it, once your financial crisis is made public, even if you sell it with tears, the player's transfer price will inevitably drop a lot! Instead of this, it's better to sell at a high price now, and try your best to get back some funds! "

Every word of Duncan is like a sharp sword, piercing Juan Soler's weakness.

Sorel, who was talking and laughing just now, has gradually turned pale.

What Duncan said is completely based on facts!
For more than four years as the chairman, Soler has mediocre means and does not know how to run the club. Valencia's debt has soared from [-] million euros to [-] million euros. The board of directors is now very dissatisfied with him.

Although it is not the last moment, a loan of [-] million euros expires in the second half of the year, which is Soler's death sentence.

"So what? Even if the club really fails, the Valencia City Hall will definitely not ignore a company like the Valencia Club!" Juan Soler said as if grasping at the last straw.

"Mr. Chairman, are you a three-year-old child?" Duncan laughed, lowered his head slightly, and stared at Soler with malicious eyes: "If the Valencia City Hall really intervenes, it will be time to sit on the chairman's throne The person above must not belong to your Sorel family, right?"

Duncan's words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Juan Soler lowered his noble head.

In front of Duncan, he no longer has room to struggle and bargain.

The trace of luck that was originally in my heart is gone.

……

Within the Valencia team, conflicts have been acute this season.The strength that should have been in the Champions League area, but because of the conflict between the generals, it was hovering near the relegation zone, and it was difficult to win.The three meritorious veterans Albelda, Angulo and Canizares were publicly punished by coach Ronald Koeman, and Albelda even went to court with the club.

In this season, David Silva's steady performance and good character are particularly valuable.

Many people have already asserted that next season, David Silva, the energetic Spanish midfielder, will become the well-deserved core of Valencia.

The two powerful Real Madrid and Barcelona are eager for talent, but both were rejected by Valencia.

Valencia training base, two Davids are practicing passing each other.

David Silva, David Villa.

As the twin stars of Valencia, they are coveted by many wealthy teams.

Although FIFA does not allow clubs to contact players privately, there are many teams that have contacted the two recently.

"Have you thought about transferring?" Villa held Silva's shoulder with his right hand, and broke his toes from behind with his left hand.

Silva on the opposite side did the same thing, holding Villa's shoulder with his right hand and breaking his toes with his left hand.

"No," Silva shook his head: "I am very happy here. There are stadiums I like and fans who like me. I can't think of any reason to leave here."

"I heard from the agent that the club's operating conditions are not good, and this month's salary is a problem. If other clubs come to buy you, will you agree?" David Villa asked again.

"I don't know." David Silva was a little confused.

"No problem." Villa patted Silva on the shoulder: "The club has long said that you and I are not for sale, and we will definitely not sell you! In the next ten years, Valencia, you and I Let's fight side by side!"

"Yeah, fight side by side for the next ten years!" Silva nodded.

As the sun sets, the beautiful vision of the two is like colorful soap bubbles under the setting sun.

(End of this chapter)