For the rest of the time, Sao Paulo's entire focus was on defense, and Corinthians probably knew that it would be difficult to equalize after two goals, so they gave up completely, and played weakly, and the two sides maintained the score of 3:1 until the end of the game.

As early as four or five minutes before the game, many Corinthians fans left their seats early. They tore up the tickets, and the shredded pieces of paper fell miserably like snowflakes, just like the Corinthians were in their current state of mind.

The empty stands were littered with flags, scarves and other souvenirs that fans had angrily thrown.

"Leco." In the VIP seat, São Paulo's president, Gottwia, suddenly spoke.

"Yes, Mr. Chairman." Leko leaned in.

"I'd like to see the news of Ricardo's signing in a week at the latest. Otherwise......"

A shiver spread throughout Leco's body, and at the same time, a strong reluctance arose in his heart. I've been working hard for the team for several years, and the team is in a good situation now, and I have no credit and hard work. And now you're threatening to fire me for a young player?

He wanted to jump up, slap 10 loud slaps on the left and right sides of Gao Wei'an's round face, push this dead fat pig down and step on that disgusting fat face, and then spit on it, telling this bastard, you can find whoever you like for the position of sports director, Lao Tzu won't play with you!

But he can't afford to lose the job. The situation is stronger than people, and Leco can only bury his head deeply and hide the sadness in his heart: "I understand, Mr. President, I will definitely handle this matter." ”

Hey, when I go back, I'm going to have to step up my contact with Farah.

As the game ended, the players stepped into the players' tunnel. São Paulo's players were swaggering as if they were on their home turf, while Corinthians' players were like defeated roosters, with their tails hanging down.

Ricardo and Rico chatted and returned to the locker room, where everyone showered and changed their clothes, while Osvaldo lowered his head to sort out some records of the game.

Ricardo had just finished changing his clothes, when suddenly the door to the locker room was pushed open, and Lecco, the head of sport, walked in with a warm smile on his face: "Congratulations on your victory over the strong enemy!" You've done a great job! Mr. Osvaldo, Mr. President is pleased with the win, he will arrange a drinking party tomorrow night and hope the lads have a good time. Mr. President himself may not be there, but most of the club's officials do. ”

Osvaldo was a little surprised, but understandable. Although the most famous derby in the state of São Paulo is the derby between Corinthians and Palmeiras, São Paulo and Corinthians have also been bitter rivals, and the joy of Gauvia is understandable to win and breathe a bad sigh in front of Duaribi.

"I'll get everyone ready."

"That's good," Leko looked at Ricardo again, "little Ricardo, come here, I'll have a few words with you." ”

Leco called Licardo aside and looked quietly. He was a young man in his early 16s, handsome, but due to a lot of exercise, his complexion was dark, he was stronger than the average person, and he had a maturity in his eyes that was not commensurate with his age. If it weren't for the childishness on his face, people would mistakenly think that he was in his 20s.

It was such a handsome young man who rose to become São Paulo's most lethal nuclear weapon this season and attracted the immediate attention of the president. What a lucky boy, Leco couldn't help but think jealously. With Ronaldo's brother paving the way for him in front of him, and his own excellent qualities, his future is limitless, and he is even expected to become one of the top footballers in the world.

"Little Ricardo," Leko finally spoke, "please tell Mr. Farrah......"

"Farah is on vacation, and I can't reach him." Ricardo laughed.

Leko didn't take this to heart, and smiled slightly: "Please tell him, I will give you a weekly salary of 10,000 reais after tax, a signing fee of 400,000 reais, and an appearance fee of 5,000 reais." If he thinks the offer is genuine, come to Brazil within a week to start negotiations with the club. ”

"If I can reach him," Ricardo shrugged, "I'll tell you." ”

The offer was actually good, Ricardo pondered. It's already quite close to Fabiano's salary level. You must know that Fabiano was São Paulo's second leading scorer before.

This era cannot be compared with the later Jinyuan football era. Those superstars in later generations all have a weekly salary of one million, and any little demon has a weekly salary of more than a dozen or even hundreds of thousands of euros.

In this day and age, even Romario's weekly salary is just over $7,000, which is equivalent to about 17,000 reais. Romario was the 1994 World Footballer of the Year, the World Cup Golden Boot, and one of the best strikers in the world.

If this is not intuitive, then as a young player, Rico's salary level is very revealing. The 21-year-old has just renewed his contract with the club, as a substitute for Brazil's Under-21 youth team, a promising youngster in the eyes of the media, and his current weekly salary is 2,600 reais, an appearance fee of 800 reais and a goal bonus of 400 reais.

If Ricardo agrees to Leco's terms, his weekly salary will immediately be four times that of Rico. It will be even higher, because listening to the meaning of Leco's words, there is still room for negotiation.

Although Ricardo was ambiguous, Leko was more satisfied, patted Ricardo on the shoulder, and after a few more small talks with the other team leaders, he walked out of the locker room.

"What is he doing here, ruining the fun." Rico muttered.

The locker room is an intimate space for coaches and players, and outsiders are never welcome.

"Leave him alone, it's time to celebrate." Fabiano said, expertly pulling out a bottle of champagne from the bag he was carrying, shaking it for a while, uncorking it, and spraying it at Osvaldo.

Osvaldo covered it with his hand a few times, and scolded with a smile: "Luis, stop quickly, otherwise you will be punished for practicing more tomorrow!" ”

Fabiano shook his head, not caring about the threat at all, and said with a grin: "Tomorrow's business will be talked about tomorrow, today we have to carnival, carnival!" ”

However, he did not aim at Osvaldo all the time, and soon aimed the wine bottle at the two goal-scorers of Ricardo and Kaka: "Enjoy, you deserve it, haha!" ”

Kaka wasn't used to such banter, but accepted it with a smile. Ricardo didn't care so much, he rushed up to grab the champagne, poured a breath on Fabiano's head, and then smiled and turned the bottle upside down, took a sip of his own, and passed the bottle out.

Everyone drank a little bit, and Osvaldo didn't stop it, just smiled and watched. The relaxation after beating a strong opponent is something that the players deserve to enjoy. They deserve it.

"Ricardo, Kaka, come with me to a press conference," he said, looking at the time after a while, "the rest of you keep messing around, but don't tear down the locker room!" ”