My football skills are so strong! I am the king of control

Barnett didn't say anything, but just sitting there made his negotiating opponents feel oppressed and frightened.

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

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

Then he began to stutter, and had to try to get Barnett to lower the price by claiming to be an old friend.

"We have been friends for more than ten years. Considering that you took my bottle of 82 Lafite the night before last, don't ask for too much."

Barnett remained silent for a long time, then spoke slowly.

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

"The two offers didn't meet my expectations, so I helped Lin contact Manchester City, Chelsea and Manchester United."

Barnett suddenly laughed when he talked about Manchester United.

"You said that if I could bring Lin Yun to Manchester, the effect would be explosive, and from then on, no other agent in the entire football world would be able to compare with me."

Mike became even more panicked when he heard this. He only had two chances. He had wanted to lower the price and increase it little by little, but now he had lost such hope.

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

"3 pounds a week is really high. For a 17-year-old young man, Foden next door only earns 2 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 good as Lin?"

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

"That's enough, Barnett, stop torturing me with your little eyes and expressions." Mike had had enough.

"Give me a quick last bid."

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

"Lin, my dear Lin, my wife is a loyal fan of yours."

"Please leave me some room for retreat. I also need to report to my superiors."

Lin Chen shrugged and pointed at Barnett.

"I listened to him. I didn'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 all competitions that Liverpool may win."

"Plus a goal bonus."

"Plus assist bonus."

"Plus an additional option, after meeting 15 Premier League games, the weekly salary will automatically increase to 10 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 go dark, but he knew that once Barnett made the final offer, it would be difficult to change it.

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

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

"Okay..." Mike was still hesitant.

Barnett groaned, "Hmm?"

Mike finally stopped hesitating.

"make a deal!!!"

"Deal!" He said these two words almost through gritting his teeth.

Mike's heart was broken. He knew that there was no hope for a pay raise. The salary that was supposed to belong to him was taken away by the vampire Barnett.

Seeing that the contract was reached, Barnett was overjoyed, but his expression remained unchanged. He signaled Lin Chen to sign the contract with Mike first.

Once a contract is signed in black and white, neither party can make any changes.

Mike signed his name with trembling hands and the contract agreement was reached.

Seeing that the contract was finalized, Barnett finally laughed and put his arm around Mike's shoulders and rubbed them repeatedly.

"Come on, I'll treat you tonight. Come to my house and I'll treat you to 82 Lafite."

When Mike heard about the 820 Lafite, his mood improved a little, but he suddenly seemed to remember something while walking on the road.

"Lafite in 82?"