[Football] The transfer fee is 10 billion

Little Kroenke didn't answer his question, but half-closed his eyes and showed an arrogant expression: "You are really a naive kid, thinking that everyone like you only loves Arsenal and not money."

"So what?" Ling Yun tilted his head indifferently, "Can you change my decision?"

Little Kroenke snorted coldly: "Just wait and see, you will know next year."

After speaking, he led his group of little followers and retreated out just like when he came.

Nick frowned, and asked Ling Yun: "He is so arrogant, he must have really convinced the old men on the board of directors."

"Leave them alone, you can help me make an appointment with the chief financial officer immediately."

The chief financial officer of Arsenal is named Peter Silverstone, who has always been on the side of the board of directors in the past. When Ling Yun joined the board of directors, the two established a good cooperative relationship. Because of this, Ling Yun Yun will be able to grasp Arsenal's financial situation in the first place without hindrance.

It was also because the chief financial officer stood by Ling Yun without hesitation that Kroenke and his son could not interfere with his series of measures such as dividends and buying people.

Nick booked a restaurant, and Ling Yun and Silverstone had a private meeting for dinner. During the meeting, the other party asked him a very important question: in March next year, Arsenal will announce the year before the public. In the past 20 years, Arsenal has not experienced a loss, but this record will soon be ended.

Silverstone said: "You know, our net investment in the transfer market during the summer transfer period this year is close to 6000 million pounds. I estimate that next year's financial report may show a loss of about 4000 million pounds."

"Well," Ling Yun nodded, "What's the reason for the loss?"

The chief financial officer looked bitter and bitter, and felt that what he said just now was in vain: "Because our investment in the summer transfer period is the sum of the previous seasons, which is seriously overspending."

Of course Ling Yun understood what he meant. Arsenal has been deducting soso's money in the transfer market for so many years. Every year, they earn more from buying and selling players than they spend. That's why the financial reports are always profitable, even if Only two to thirty million pounds in profit.

Ling Yun showed a calm smile: "That's right, by reducing the transfer fee to increase the income of the transfer market, so that the annual financial report looks like the club is making profits, and shareholders still have dividends. However, as a result, the team’s performance is getting worse and worse, overseas income and ticket income are decreasing year by year, what Arsenal consumes is the popularity and reputation accumulated by the team for hundreds of years.”

Silverstone frowned: "But it may be very unfavorable to you, the newly appointed CEO. The Kroenke father and son will definitely seize this matter to put pressure on you and the board of directors."

"Let them come anyway." Ling Yun took out a tissue, wiped away the stains that didn't exist on his hands, then folded it aside, and continued: "Kroenke doesn't care about the future of the team at all, but I can't help it."

"I said that there will be no dividends for three years, so I definitely won't. Whether or not to divide after that depends on the club's financial situation. I will continue to increase investment in the transfer market next year."

Silverstone looked bitter and bitter: "We don't have any money to invest in the transfer market now. In fact, the current salary of players has also put a lot of pressure on the financial side."

"If you don't have any money, you can get a loan from the bank."

"..."

When Ling Yun came home in the evening, Alonso was sitting on the sofa watching the video of today's game. The notebook was placed on the coffee table, which contained personal highlights sent to the players by the technical team.

Different from the games watched by the audience on TV, the videos captured by the high-speed cameras on the sidelines of the field are more technical and tactical in terms of perspective and perspective, especially for everyone's own part, they can accurately find themselves on the field shortcomings and mistakes.

In the post-match summary meeting the next day, the coaching staff also discussed with the players based on these videos.

Ling Yun touched Wangcai who came up to him, and then sat next to Alonso. The video played was the part where Adebayor toppled Alonso.

Under this kind of close-range high-definition slow motion, it seems that Adebayor's action is extremely bad, bad and stupid.

"Is your leg okay? Have you had the team doctor look at it?" Ling Yun took off his suit and threw it aside, then tore off his tie.

"I've seen it, it's nothing. Didn't I still play the full 90 minutes of the game?"

Ling Yun put his hand on his shoulder and took a deep breath: "To be honest, I was terrified at that time, I was afraid that you would get hurt."

Alonso's heart trembled when he said this, and he was a little excited. He thought that the little flower he cared for had finally seen his hard work these days, and was going to give him something in return.

Unexpectedly, Boss Xiao Ling took back his hand with a smile, relaxed his body and fell back, sinking into the soft pillow, heaved a long sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, you are fine, you will play against Manchester United in a few weeks. , you are our indispensable midfield core."

"..."

The joy in Alonso's eyes was extinguished in an instant. He shouldn't have any unrealistic expectations for this ruthless and domineering president. What a romance.

He nodded resignedly, turned around and continued watching the video: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Winning Tottenham, Ling Yun was still immersed in great joy, his eyes were curled up with a smile, and he didn't care about the emotional changes of the people next to him, he just said to himself: "I'm still a little worried, but I A new sports medicine specialist has been hired and will be reporting at Kearney next week, let her show you when she arrives."

"Boss," Alonso raised his hand and pressed Ling Yun's hand on his shoulder, "Do you have any other plans for next Sunday night?"

Under normal circumstances, Ling Yun doesn't have any plans on weekends, let alone at night, unless his father flies to London and his mother tells him to go back for dinner.

But recently, it happened to be the end of the year, and his father was too busy to touch the ground, and he would not come to London before Christmas.

Therefore, Ling Yun gave an affirmative answer: "No."

Alonso held his hand and turned his head, looking at him expectantly: "Then have dinner with me."

Ling Yun was puzzled: "Don't we have dinner together every now and then?"

"No, it was different that day."

Ling Yun carefully thought about what was different that day. They had a match against Aston Villa the day before, and the next day was a weekend. Wenger should give everyone a day off.

I didn't think about the reason, but there was no reason to refuse: "Okay."

Alonso let go of his hand and picked up his mobile phone: "I will decide the place."

Unexpectedly, before the game against Manchester United, Arsenal had overtaken the other side and climbed to the top of the standings, because in the next day's game, Manchester United was unexpectedly upset and lost 0-1 away to Novi strange.

The happiness came a bit suddenly, and the players were a little caught off guard. The excitement seemed to have won the league championship.

Wenger was much calmer than them, because Arsenal took the lead in the first half, and there were too many hip pulls in the second half. As the head coach, he dared not be careless.

The arrival of Monday did not disappoint Ling Yun. After a training session, Cazorla felt a little discomfort in the back of his calf. After Driscoll's physical examination, he was diagnosed as muscle tension. alright.

The sister Zhou Yi next to him also stepped forward to do a physical examination for Cazorla, but she insisted that the other party had a slight gastrocnemius strain and had to take an MRI.

The MRI took two different angles, one of which was specially requested on Monday, and the results showed that her judgment was not wrong. Cazorla was indeed a muscle strain with tears, and she needed to be out for at least 4-6 weeks about.

Ling Yun seldom entered the medical room, so he didn't know about it, but when he was eating at noon that day, several people surrounded Cazorla and asked him why he was stuck in his body by so long and so many thin needles. what a feeling.

The Spaniard vividly introduced to his teammates what happened to him this morning. Following his description, several young players showed such empathy-like sour expressions on their faces, and set the flag early: If one day I was injured, I would never receive acupuncture even if I lay on the hospital bed for half a year.

Ling Yun sat behind them and eavesdropped on a group of children, with an evil smile on his lips, just like a kindergarten teacher who finally found a way to deal with these ugly children.

Arsenal stayed at the top of the list for only one week. In the game against Aston Villa, Wenger rotated some of the main players, and finally drew 0-0 with their opponents in the away game, and fell back to second place in the standings.

Regarding this matter, Ling Yun did not show much disappointment. This season, the Premier League has not passed half of the matches. As long as the difference in points is not too big, there is no difference between first and second.

Wenger also encouraged everyone: "Although an unexpected draw is worthy of everyone's reflection and vigilance, don't lose confidence because of it. We still have a chance."

On the second day, Wenger really gave everyone a day off, and Ling Yun also rested at home.

When he packed himself up and walked out of the room, breakfast was already ready in the kitchen.

The milk was still at the temperature he was used to drinking. When he sat at the dining table, the busy figure in the kitchen immediately stood in front of him.

While fiddling with the phone, Ling Yun looked up from time to time to admire the busy figures in the kitchen. He had to admit that a handsome man cooking is really eye-catching.

The moment Alonso turned around, he pretended to be nonchalant and lowered his head to continue looking at his phone.Glancing at the official Twitter, he found that the PR department was quite active. They pushed information about yesterday's game early on the weekend, and then he noticed something interesting.

He quit Twitter calmly, and Alonso brought the last piece of bread to the table. Ling Yun was immediately attracted by what was on the plate.

It was a plate of long, lightly fried food, sprinkled with honey, that looked like Chinese fried dough sticks.

Ling Yun said: "What is this?"

"Churros." Alonso pushed the plate in front of him, "Try it."

Ling Yun picked up one with great interest: "You can also fry deep-fried dough sticks, can you make wontons? I should have another cup of soy milk."

Alonso looked at him with a frown, a "what are you talking about" expression on his face.

Ling Yun took a bite, and it was really similar to deep-fried dough sticks, except that it was a little thinner, less oily, and the taste of honey was a bit special.

"Why don't you eat it?" Ling Yun found that this food seemed to be specially prepared for him, and the other party didn't move at all.

"To stay in top shape, I don't eat any fried food."

"..." As he said this, Ling Yun happened to eat the one left on the plate.

The young master was a little abnormal early this morning. Usually, the top food in Michelin restaurants may not please him, but he has a special liking for fried dough sticks.

After breakfast, Alonso answered the phone, Ling Yun only heard the beginning, as if it was from the other party's family.He consciously went back to his room to change his clothes and was about to go out. When he came out, Alonso had already finished his phone call and went to the gym upstairs to give himself a restorative training session.

In the evening, the place to eat is a restaurant that Ling Yun has never been to. The environment is elegant and quiet, dotted with lights, decorated with large flowers, there are small candles on the table, and there is a burning fireplace next to it—what do you think? Not like a place for two guys to eat either.

However, Boss Xiao Ling is good at observation. Looking around, although there are not many customers, there are men and women. Everyone keeps a distance and does not disturb each other.

Ling Yun is not very interested in food, he just wants to taste the appetizer, what he is more concerned about is what the other party wants to say to him tonight.

Alonso's clothes today... In fact, there is not much difference from the usual ones. He looks more like a British gentleman with a consistent mature male style, but he is always good at embellishing himself in details. Therefore, when he walked into the The restaurant still attracted the attention of many passers-by.

"Is today a special day?" Ling Yun looked at the other party expectantly.

Alonso nodded generously, but explained Ling Yun's knowingly asking: "Don't you know everything?"

Ling Yun raised his glass: "Happy birthday!"

Alonso picked up his glass and touched him lightly: "Thank you."

After a meal, the two chatted a lot, from Arsenal to Real Madrid to Liverpool, and even Real Sociedad, talking about Alonso's past experiences, and how he felt when he won three major championships in the Spanish national team .

Then the two talked about traveling again, telling about the places they had been to each other, and finally, whoever mentioned it first, they talked about the night they met in Ibiza.

"To be honest, I have tried my best, but I really can't understand the book you sent me." Alonso shrugged and said frankly.

"It's okay, actually I don't understand either." Ling Yun suddenly took out a box from behind his back as if juggling, and put it in front of Alonso, "I'll send you a separate one, you can look at it more later."

Alonso opened the box, and as expected, his boss gave him a watch, but this watch looked familiar, it should have appeared on someone's wrist before, but the color and strap were slightly different. There are differences, but it can be seen at a glance that this is Breguet's handed down series.

Before Ling Yun could ask "Do you like it?", the person on the opposite side responded with actions.He took off the Jaeger-LeCoultre master he was wearing today, and put on the birthday present he had just received.

The two walked out the door, Ling Yun's driver was waiting at the door, and no one spoke on the way home.

Ling Yun was always a little restless, he always felt that the other party had something to say to him, which made him inexplicably a little bit of anticipation, but mixed with a little bit of uneasiness.

But when he pretended to look at the other party casually, he found that the other party was sitting there calmly, holding the watch box in his hand, but looking out the window.

Then Alonso's cell phone rang again, and when he answered the phone, a childish "Dad" came from the other end, which sounded very clear in the quiet car.

The person next to him was answering the phone with a smile, patient and focused. He neither seemed surprised and excited by his son's birthday wishes, nor regretted that he and his son could not be reunited because they were separated by two places.

Like an ordinary father, he listens carefully to his children talking about their daily life, which is messy and clueless, but full of childishness.

Ling Yun looked at his profile, and fell asleep unknowingly when he heard his calm tone to coax his son.