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Chapter 192 Milan is Dead
In the early morning of December [-]th, Milan International Airport.

The sky was covered by a dark curtain, and it seemed that it would rain at any moment. At this time, the whole of Italy was very dull, and the whole of Milan was very dull.

The Milan Derby will eventually be dismantled, Icardi leaves, and now Liu Haobo is about to leave again.

Wang Feng was dragging his suitcase and was walking off the plane at the airport. He was holding a mobile phone in his hand and never forgot to contact Zhang Yang.

After getting off the plane, he took out his mobile phone and called Zhang Yang.

"How is the transfer process going?" Wang Feng asked, but Zhang Yang fell silent.

——Obviously, Zhang Yang didn't want to mention this matter either.

"At present, the chairman of Paris Saint-Germain is negotiating with Elliott. They hope to sign Liu Haobo at a price of 7100 million euros. Here, Liu Haobo has passed the hurdle. Paris Saint-Germain gave him a starting position and a weekly salary of 19 euros. This price may not be too expensive, but for a [-]-year-old professional player, it is already very high." Zhang Yang said, Wang Feng pursed his lips after speaking.

Wang Feng nodded. Liu Haobo's transfer rumors have not been made public yet, but once AC Milan and Paris Saint-Germain reach an agreement, the transfer rumors will spread immediately, and then, maybe on New Year's Day, Liu Haobo will go to France.

Wang Feng shook his head helplessly, and then said, "I'll come as soon as possible. I'm at the airport right now, and there's still about an hour left."

There was already a hint of anxiety on Zhang Yang's side, and Zhang Yang said, "Do you think they can negotiate for an hour for a transfer? Could it be a one-euro one-euro increase?"

Zhang Yang made a joke, but this joke really made Wang Feng feel anxious.

Wang Feng nodded, hung up the phone, ran for a while, came to the waiting gate, and directly took a taxi, and the taxi began to head towards the AC Milan club.

"Master, can you speed up a little? I have something urgent here." Wang Feng said.

The Italian master nodded, and accelerated the speed of the car by about five miles. The speed increased a little, and he was moving forward on the road.

Wang Feng turned on the phone, and at this moment, the rumor that Liu Haobo was about to transfer to Paris Saint-Germain appeared on the main page of the FT website, and it also made headlines.

The title of this report: "Transfer negotiations are in progress, will Liu Haobo transfer to Paris? "

It seems that there are still many fans who pay attention to Liu Haobo.

I have to say that Paris Saint-Germain is a good choice, at least they can stably enter the Champions League every year, giving players a chance to try.

But AC Milan is different here. It is hard to say whether they can advance to the semi-finals of the Champions League, let alone win the Champions League, giving players more fans and opportunities for trials.

An hour later, Wang Feng came to the hotel.After putting away the suitcase, Wang Feng immediately ran towards the opposite club.

He went up the building in a hurry, and when he came to the chairman's office, he saw more than 20 players waiting at the door, as if there were mothers delivering babies inside.

At this time, a person came out of it, and this person was naturally the press officer of AC Milan.

At this time, he would usually say something like "mother and child are safe" or "mother and daughter are safe", but when he came out today, his face was extremely heavy.

ah?Is it bleeding profusely!
- Peeled for 1 minute.

Leaning against the wall, the press officer took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit the cigarette, let out a sigh of relief, and said to the players solemnly: "7900 million euros. At present, AC Milan has offered a price of 9000 million. They still value Liu Haobo very much."

Wang Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, watching the conversation between the two chairmen inside the door, he couldn't help shaking his head.

Five minutes later, the two chairmen stood up. After shaking hands, the chairman of Paris Saint-Germain Al-Khelaifi came out and said to the members of the Paris Saint-Germain board of directors next to him: "5 million, easy to win."

Then, everyone on the board of directors stood up, in a very good mood, the pressure on their faces was wiped off, and they were greeted with only joy.

The moment Al-Khelaifi and Wang Feng passed by, Al-Khelaifi patted him on the shoulder.

Al-Khelaifi looked at Wang Feng and said, "Originally we wanted to sign you, but our competitors are too strong and we have no choice." Then he turned and left.

competitor?What rivals can Paris Saint-Germain have?Now Wang Feng hasn't even received a transfer application, just watching Liu Haobo is about to leave.

When Wang Feng walked into the office, Liu Haobo stood up from his chair. He looked at Wang Feng and said in a low, hurried voice, "Wang, this is not like that. Listen to me..."

Liu Haobo was interrupted by Wang Feng halfway through his speech.

"Let's just go. If you want to leave AC Milan, then leave. We don't force you to stay in AC Milan. We allow you to have a better future!" Wang Feng said.

Liu Haobo looked at Wang Feng, and the two looked at each other for a long time. Then, Liu Haobo wiped Wang Feng's body and left directly.

Liu Haobo left.He is about to leave AC Milan, and AC Milan's Milan Trident is about to collapse, so what strength does AC Milan have next?

Wang Feng also turned and left the office. At this time, Elliott was holding his head, thinking about life in his office.

——AC Milan is dead, really dead in name.

Wang Feng collapsed in the locker room, holding a can of beer in his hand. This can of beer was the authentic Portuguese beer given to him by Ronaldo.

Wang Feng's face was already blushing, and at this moment, Kaka walked in, looked at Wang Feng, snatched the drink from his hand, and threw it into the trash can.

"What are you doing?! I told players not to drink alcohol!" Kaka cursed at Wang Feng.

Wang Feng ignored Kaka, just looked at the ground, his eyes dull.

"Now that AC Milan has sold Liu Haobo, AC Milan has completely collapsed. The Milan Trident has lost, so now, what capital does AC Milan have to advance to the Champions League final?!" Wang Feng was furious at this time, and Liu Haobo's departure dealt a great psychological blow to him.

Kaka looked at Wang Feng and said, "You still have the face to say it?! Elliott told me not to tell you, otherwise it will have a great impact on your next game, but I still have to tell you. You are leaving too, and your new club: Real Madrid."

Wang Feng's expression became serious, and he looked at Kaka in surprise, but he didn't speak. He was so silent, just like that, his heart was turbulent.

He suddenly whispered to Kaka: "This is Paris Saint-Germain's competitor..."

(End of this chapter)