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However, before Cristiano had time to focus on the mistakes of little Chris, at dinner that night, Mendes uninvited and very actively sat across from little Chris and watched him eat carrots.

Little Chris buried his head in his carrots, not daring to look up at Mendes who was sitting across from him and staring at him.

#When did my godfather start looking at me like fat? # "Jorge," Cristiano even tapped the glass of juice with a small silver spoon in order to attract attention, "you haven't told me what you're here for, it's not just to inspect my family's dinner, is it? ..."

It is true that Mendes is Cristiano's agent and his good friend, but as one of the most famous football agents in the world, Mendes will never be so idle that he will take the initiative to visit friends' houses without making an appointment — It's not that Cristiano doesn't welcome him, or doesn't want to add cutlery to his table, but it's just too unusual.

"A part, Cristiano, what you said is only a part." Mendes waved his hand absently, "Actually, I heard that you have a little guest here, a very interesting little guest, so I came here to care about it, see See if there's anything he can do for me - you know I've always been considerate and good at giving young people professional and friendly advice."

By the way, sign their agency.

Cristiano silently added an accurate footnote to Mendes' long passage.

"So, young sir," said Mendes, who no longer had to devote his energy to his old friend, who now needed to worry about his new job - he believed that Cristiano would understand this, "you have done everything so far in Madrid. Are you happy?"

"Of course, god..." Just when little Chris almost said the word godfather, he stopped in time, "Godbless, you don't know how happy I am to be here, with the best player in the world Together."

Little Chris looked at Cristiano while talking, and then found that Cristiano curled his lips disapprovingly and ignored such a vulgar, uninspired compliment.

Neither did Mendes.

Every newcomer to Madrid and every old face who has been in Madrid will repeat Cristiano's excellence for many years and tirelessly. This is the past, present and future of Madrid's daily life. No one should be surprised or novel.

"Of course, of course, Cristiano is of course the best player." Mendes said with a smile, obviously pleased with the self-awareness of his 'future' players to have such admiration, "Being able to join this club also proves that You are one of the best players in your age group."

Although Mendes wants to say that Chris Jr. is the best player, he is still cautious in the end-Chris Jr. is still young, and everything is still unknown.And he didn't want to give the other party a hint that he was too keen on the other party's talent and commercial value.

Enthusiastic, but not too enthusiastic.

This is the number one rule of success in negotiations that Mendes has always had.

"Thank you, sir, and I'm honored by it." Little Chris was finally relieved after eating the last piece of carrot, and started to switch to his favorite lettuce and tomato, "Uh, Miss Maria, today's vegetable juice from my meal Can I have some apples? Carrots and apples, I mean."

Miss Maria looked at Little Chris with a smile, and then at Cristiano who was glaring at Little Chris fiercely.

"It can only be carrot juice," Cristiano said dryly.

Miss Maria shook her head regretfully at Little Chris.

Little Chris turned his head to look at Mendes, and Mendes immediately felt a sense of mission, "Cristiano, it's just adding an apple to the carrot, and it won't disrupt any nutritional balance."

Cristiano immediately expressed great indignation.

"When I argued with the nutritionist to add apples to carrots, didn't you support me?" Cristiano condemned Mendes, but Mendes only reassured him very perfunctorily, "You have Get used to it, and being a pro paranoid...okay, you're not a pro, you're just an advanced amateur. But anyway, you're used to it, but our young Chris is just getting started."

Little Chris choked on a slice of tomato.

For some reason, Mendes seems to be saying: Little Chris will follow in your footsteps and become a high-level professional paranoid.

Although this part is not a good hint or prediction, but the good part came later - when Miss Maria heard what Mendez said, she immediately told Little Chris with a smile that she would add one of the most fruit and vegetables in the refrigerator to his fruit and vegetable juice. Apples suitable for juicing.

Little Chris quickly expressed his thanks.

Mendez looked at this friendly and warm scene lovingly, and his heart was full of... lust?

"Chris, can I call you that?" Mendes saw Chris nodded in agreement, and his smile suddenly widened, "Great, dear, did you sign the contract with Real Madrid yourself?"

With the question of fruit and vegetable juice as a forerunner, Mendes finally got to the point smoothly.

"Not exactly, sir." Little Chris said, "I was worried that I couldn't understand such a complicated contract, so I hired a lawyer."

Mendes began to look differently at Chris Jr.

Not every young player can understand how complicated and professional a contract is in his initial stage, and not every young person knows how important a good lawyer is.

More importantly, judging from his sources, Chris Jr. grew up in an orphanage—an environment that was far from affluent, just like the origins of many players.

This kind of background means that there are many people around the players who depend on them for a living. These people rely on the talent and high salary of the players to find a position for themselves, and rely on their feelings or blood connections with the players to control everything about the players-these people may indeed Love the players enough, but all non-professionals usually end up going the same way.

Eager for quick success or hesitation will ultimately delay the opportunity and the real value of the players.

And Chris Jr. wasn't kidnapped for any affection—he wasn't emotionless, after all, Mendes' sources told him that Chris Jr. donated quite a fortune to the orphanage he grew up in, roughly equivalent to his Half of the annual salary for the first year.

He obviously knows how to repay his kindness, and he also knows how to rationally distinguish between repaying his kindness and safeguarding his own future.

You must not miss this kid, he may not be the second Cristiano, he is a Cristiano Ronaldo that only he can represent.Mendes told himself so.

"So are you and that lawyer still maintaining cooperation?" Mendes asked tentatively.

"No, sir, I just asked him to help me read this contract. I plan to go to Madrid to think about the next issue-you know, the lawyers in Madrid are probably among the best in Europe." Chris said.

This time, even Cristiano, who didn't care much about these messy things, felt something unusual.

Not everyone knows exactly what they are doing each step of the way, nor does everyone know how to balance gratitude, kindness, and sanity.

But so far, Chris Jr. has weighed in remarkably well—nearly perfect, to put it bluntly.

Either a genius in this area, or the top education or expert advice.

Such a young man makes Mendes like but also wary-maybe Mourinho is right, this young man still has his own secrets.

"Then do you have any plans? If you want, we have a very mature team here." Although aware of the uncertainties, Mendes still followed his previous plan-he and Mu Rinho can work together, naturally there are some things in common.

'This kid is not bad. If you ask me, then I must say that this is a very talented young man. Although he has a little secret of his own, it doesn't hurt.As long as you can play well, really, other things can work.isn't it? '

Mendes thinks Mourinho's words are very reasonable.

"My God, if I have the honor, of course, sir, of course I would." Little Chris agreed almost immediately.