At seventeen, I went to Spain to win the World Cup

"Okay, before we start the negotiation, I'll ask you two more questions."

"First, what kind of person is Barnett?"

Mike immediately answered: "Cunning, a liar, a guy who can't believe a word he says."

Fenwei nodded with satisfaction, and then continued to ask questions.

"Second, how should we negotiate with Barnett?"

Mike answered again: "Stick to the bottom line, don't give any room for error, and hold on to the highest price."

Fenwei nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good, you can start your apprenticeship. You must remember that this is a war for our group. If you help us save more money, your salary will also increase accordingly. Do you understand what I mean?"

In order to save as much as possible, Fenwei even brought out the trick of helping Mike increase his salary. After hearing this, Mike's eyes were full of green light.

With the blessing of this reward, Mike held his head high, wore a neat suit, and rushed to the negotiation site, a hidden cafe in Liverpool, with a serious look.

Mike was extremely confident until he came to the negotiation table and pushed the door open.

He had been late for 5 minutes on purpose, just to whet Barnett's appetite, but there was no one in the box, and Mike's heart was instantly hanging.

What is this...

What does it mean?

At this time, Barnett was driving his luxury version of Rolls-Royce with Lin Chen in the car.

"Let's do what we planned last night. I'm the bad guy and you're the good guy." In order to ensure that there would be no mistakes, Barnett confirmed with Lin Chen again and again.

"It's better to put your hand on my shoulder. If you think the final offer meets your psychological expectations, put your hand on my shoulder."

"Before that, no matter how he pesters me, I won't agree."

Lin Chen nodded. The negotiation process that Barnett rehearsed with him in advance last night made him unforgettable.

Every small detail design made Lin Chen say that Barnett was simply not a human being.

Barnett had predicted that Mike would be late on purpose, so he drove out of his home 10 minutes after the agreed negotiation time.

If the two parties were not familiar with each other, Barnett would definitely arrive on time, but he and Mike have been friends for more than ten years, and he certainly knew what kind of preparation Mike would bring to the negotiation.

Barnett and Lin Chen just arrived 50 minutes after the agreed time.

Pretending to push the door open in a hurry, Barnett rushed in and gave Mike a big and warm hug without waiting for Mike to react.

"My dear old friend!"

"How long have we not seen each other? Five years? Ten years?"

Mike pushed Barnett away in a bad mood, waved to Lin Chen in a friendly manner, and retorted.

"We just met the night before last, and you shamelessly ran to my house to eat my wife's Chinese dumplings, ate 25 in one breath, and took away a bottle of red wine from me."

Barnett immediately touched his nose and sat down with a guilty conscience.

"How can it be called Shun? That's the fruit of our friendship."

Mike laughed.

"The fruit of friendship?"

"Why the hell do I always get married!"

Barnett laughed even louder, and Lin Chen sat down next to him.

"Okay, okay, Mike, let's get to the point."

"Everyone is calling on you to provide Lin with a professional contract. I think you should be ready to come."

Mike handed over the first contract in black and white.

"Considering that he is about to turn 18, we are willing to provide him with a real first-team professional contract with a weekly salary of 20,000 pounds."

A 17-year-old young man, giving him a weekly salary of 20,000 pounds, Mike felt that it was very sincere.

But Barnett didn't even look at it, and he just frowned and said nothing.

The atmosphere on the negotiation table became cold, and Barnett's strong negotiation skills were fully revealed at this moment.

When it comes to negotiation, Barnett is second to none in the entire English football world.

The most powerful point is that Barnett is good at using his body movements and facial expressions to change the atmosphere of the entire negotiation table with his expression.

Barnett does not speak, just sitting there can make the negotiating opponent feel oppressed and fearful.

There has been a saying in the English football world: I would rather fight the devil for three rounds than negotiate with Barnett for one round.

Mike had practiced very well before coming, but when facing Barnett, his momentum suddenly weakened.

Then he became stammering, and then he had to try to get Barnett to lower the price as an old friend.

"We have been friends for more than ten years. Seeing that you did it the night before last,Take my bottle of 1982 Lafite, don't ask for too much."

Barnett was silent for a long time, and then slowly spoke.

"How about this, I'll give you two more chances to quote."

"If the two quotes don't meet my psychological expectations, I will help Lin contact Manchester City, Chelsea, and Manchester United."

Barnett suddenly laughed when he mentioned Manchester United.

"You said that if I can get Lin to Manchester City, the contact effect will be explosive, and from now on, no other agent in the entire football world can compare with me."

Mike panicked when he heard this. He only had two chances in total. He wanted to lower the price and report it up little by little, but now he has lost such hope.

"I tried my best, but I could only get 30,000 for Lin."

"30,000 pounds a week is really high. For a 17-year-old young man, Foden next door only earns 20,000 pounds a week after being promoted to the first team."

Barnett waved his hand.

"Foden? ”

“Foden has only played a few minutes in the first team, is he as many as Lin? Is his performance better than Lin?”

Seeing that even 30,000 pounds could not satisfy Barnett, Mike was completely panicked. He only had one last chance.

“Enough, Barnett, don’t torture me with your little eyes and expressions anymore.” Mike had enough.

“ Give me a straight answer for the last offer.”

After saying that, Mike looked at Lin Chen again, wanting him to pity him.

“Lin, my dear Lin, my wife is your loyal fan.”

“Leave me some way out, I also have to report to my superiors.”

Lin Chen shrugged and pointed at Barnett.

“I listen to him. I don’t understand anything.”

Mike was completely desperate.

Barnett finally took the initiative to speak at this time.

“A weekly salary of 40,000 pounds, plus an additional championship bonus for Lin in all the competitions that Liverpool may win.”

“Plus a goal bonus. "

"Plus an assist bonus."

"Plus an additional option, after meeting 15 Premier League games, the weekly salary will automatically increase to 100,000 pounds!"

Lin Chen put his hand on Barnett's shoulder at this time. He was very satisfied with such terms.

The four extras made Mike's eyes darken, but he knew that once Barnett gave the final offer, it would be difficult to change.

Although it was much higher than the initial offer, it was also within Mike's authority.

He simply gritted his teeth and stomped his feet. Mike hoped that the devil was sitting in front of him instead of Barnett. He really couldn't stand this suffocating negotiation feeling.

"Okay..." Mike still wanted to hesitate.

Barnett groaned: "Hmm?"

Mike finally stopped hesitating.

"Deal!!!"