court king

Chapter 172 No. 7 Glory ([-])

"Elliott is looking for you." In the locker room of the AC Milan club, a day of football career began again.While Wang Feng was still changing clothes, Gattuso turned the key of the locker room and walked in, leaning on the door frame, and said to Wang Feng unhurriedly.

Everyone knows Elliott, the current chairman of AC Milan.

After several boss changes, Elliott became the chairman of AC Milan.

Wang Feng nodded, changed his jersey, put his backpack in the cabinet, held his mobile phone like this, turned left directly after going out, passed Gattuso, and walked towards the chairman's office.

Wang Feng didn't know what Elliott wanted to talk to him about. He only knew that Elliott needed to meet him.

Wang Feng walked to the door of the chairman's office, knocked on the door, and whispered, "Wang Feng."

After about ten seconds, after the communication inside ended, Elliott called out: "Please come in."

Wang Feng opened the door, gently put it aside, and then closed the door casually.

Wang Feng walked a few steps and came to the seat, Wang Liang was sitting next to him.

Elliott was sitting next to a pile of archives, and there were two paper cups in front of him. Similarly, he also left a paper cup for Wang Lianghe and Wang Feng.

To Elliott's left is the computer.

Elliott took out a contract from his desk belly. This contract was written just a few days ago, and it didn't look old.

This contract can be seen at a glance that it is compiled for each player. Many places on it are just blanks, and there is no special mark.

"Mr. Wang Liang, Mr. Wang Feng, good morning." Elliott said to the two with great respect.

Wang Feng and Wang Liang nodded, and Elliott handed over a contract to Wang Liang.

Wang Feng glanced at the cover of the contract. He had just been chatting with Elliott about Wang Feng's performance in these few games. The overall performance was good. Although Wang Feng hadn't scored a goal in Serie A these days, he had a very good performance in the Champions League.

""Agreement on Issues Concerning Weekly Salary and Number Change"?" Wang Liang read out the name of the contract. There was a string of English printed on it, but he was very familiar with it.

After all, he also stayed in Europe for a season, and he has reached the level of English six.

Elliott nodded and said, "That's right."

"Our club's board of directors negotiated together, and we also watched Wang Feng's performance in recent games. We decided to set a weekly salary for Wang Feng and change his number. What's your opinion?" Elliott asked. He looked very serious at this time, and this foreigner still attaches great importance to these issues.

A little humor at ordinary times, a little serious in the workplace, this is Elliott's outlook on life.

Wang Liang thought for a moment, and then said on behalf of Wang Feng: "We hope to indicate a breach of contract clause in the agreement. If you can't give us a certain weekly salary and number, then we can only say: We need to use liquidated damages."

Elliott nodded, and said: "We have also thought about this point, and we are willing to add liquidated damages. The liquidated damages we initially hope are linked to the transfer liquidated damages, 8000 million liquidated damages, this price is fair enough for you."

Wang Liang nodded, and wrote a line of liquidated damages in the remarks area of ​​this contract.

8000 million liquidated damages, which is exactly twice the value of Wang Feng, this is a good thing for Wang Liang and Wang Feng.

Although this may have an impact on Wang Feng's transfer situation.

But for Wang Feng, although they may not receive liquidated damages if they transfer, the former can make them a lot of money.

"Secondly, we hope that the liquidated damages will last until the end of the season. After the season, we can renew the liquidated damages."

Elliott nodded, and began to record himself.

"We have no objection to the rest. You can propose Wang Feng's weekly salary first." Wang Liang said, and then took a sip of the mineral water in the glass.

Wang Liang was still a little nervous. He had lived abroad for a long time, and this was the first time he was negotiating weekly salary for Wang Feng.

Once the weekly salary is finalized, he can earn 30% of Wang Feng's net worth in a week, which is a very high price.

"We initially gave Wang Feng a weekly salary of 2000 euros, and a goal fee of [-] euros." Elliott calculated very clearly. He looked at Wang Feng and Wang Liang seriously, and said so.

"12 euros may be a bit low for Wang Feng. After all, his current strength and worth are already in line with a mid-level player who can play in the five major leagues. We hope that Wang Feng can have a weekly salary of [-] euros." Wang Liang opened his mouth directly.

If possible, now Elliott really wants to kill Wang Feng's manager!
You fucking know that money is so easy to earn, and your weekly salary is almost on par with players like Romagnoli!

"Taking a step back, we propose a maximum weekly salary of [-] euros. Isn't the price of [-] euros too much for you?" Elliott said pretending to be calm.

"11 euros, this is my limit. Wang Feng's weekly salary must reach at least 11 euros, this is my requirement." Wang Liang said.

Wang Feng has been sitting by the side and echoed.

"Sorry, our prices are not allowed to change," Elliott said.

This is already the limit he can bear, and he can't give him a salary increase for a player.

"Okay, [-] euros." Wang Liang nodded, and then signed a weekly salary of [-] euros in the contract, and then they were about to start negotiating the change of Wang Feng's number.

"For our own interests and your interests, our board of directors hopes that Wang Feng can increase his popularity, so we will change the jersey number for Wang Feng. Have you changed the name on Wang Feng's jersey?"

"No."

After Wang Liang finished answering, Elliott continued to speak: "Our preferred jersey number for Wang Feng is No. 7. Wearing the No. 7 jersey is the ultimate ideal for every forward player. Our board of directors decided to give Wang Feng this number after a comprehensive evaluation. I believe you have no objection."

Both Wang Feng and Wang Liang nodded, and then they recorded the result of the number change.

"Okay, thank you for being here at this time, I wish you success in work and competition, goodbye."

Wang Liang and Wang Feng stood up, shook hands with Elliott, signed the contract and pressed the official seal, and walked out of the court with an agreement.

"Now you are the No. [-] player of AC Milan. Look forward to appearing at the press conference!" Wang Liang patted Wang Feng on the shoulder, and Wang Feng nodded. Then, Wang Liang turned and walked out of the club.

(End of this chapter)