Scouts Hoffmann in France, Brest and Aachen finally found their target address after a long detour.

"Hell." Looking at the house that was not dilapidated, but definitely depressed, Hoffman couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

It's early July, but it's still quite hot.

In order to bring in a player appointed by the top management, he had to get on a plane and come to France at such a time.

No way, although he is nominally a scout for Aachen, he has not been able to recommend any outstanding talents for Aachen.

So many times, he also doubles as a transfer target player to curry favor with Aachen.

What's more, when he was young, he took French as an elective because of his interest, so this time he was sent over for this trip to France.

In fact, private contact with players is expressly prohibited by the law.

The problem is that many clubs have largely ignored this rule.

After all, the transfer is a tripartite decision between the two clubs and the player himself, and no transfer can be reached without one.

It is also possible that if the two clubs reach an agreement without contacting the players in advance, it is possible that the players are reluctant to transfer.

Therefore, as long as the transfer fee is not overly offered, or the buyer does not ask the player to facilitate the transfer through means such as a strike, the seller club will generally have no opinion.

Although in Hoffman's opinion, even if the players in this small place leave, it is estimated that other clubs will not care.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Ribery's home?" With a hint of a smile, Hoffman knocked on the door of the house.

After all, he is the one who can be selected to be a scout, and Hoffman can make a polite appearance on the surface, even if he slanders in his heart.

"Oh, are you here for him? He's not at home, though. The door was opened by a dark-skinned lady who looked at Hoffman and didn't feel familiar, so she asked, "May I ask who you are?" ”

What a strange local accent......

"I'm a scout for Aachen." As he spoke, Hoffman quietly handed over his business card, "I'm here to discuss the transfer with Mr. Ribery." ”

As the woman took the card, Hoffman looked at the other for a moment.

It's not that he has any wrong thoughts, he just wants to observe the other party.

I can think with my toes that the woman in front of me should be Ribery's wife.

The woman in front of her is not pretty, but more importantly, she has an average figure and is relatively fat.

Except for people with special fetishes, most men will pursue more beautiful women with better figures.

The more successful the man, the more so, so from the aspect of the female companion, you can see the status of a man.

After a few heavy glances, Hoffman quietly withdrew his gaze, and at the same time had no expectations for the transfer.

In his opinion, although Hach managed to bring Aachen to the Bundesliga, there is also a group of young talents in the team.

But Hach himself didn't play a big role in it.

"Scouts? Transfer? The lady didn't seem to understand, holding Hoffman's business card with a confused expression.

"Is Mr. Ribery not here, so where is he now?" Although he doubted the transfer target, Hoffman did not have the idea of giving up halfway.

After all, this is an order from above, and he just needs to obey it.

"Oh, he's moving bricks right now." The woman in front of her said.

"Clams?" Hoffman failed to maintain his demeanor.

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In the end, Hoffmann had to set out again in search of Ribery under the sun's rays.

Hoffman, who had been walking for a long time, was sweating all over his forehead at the moment, and the clothes on his body were already soaked.

At such a time, even Hoffman, who prides himself on being a gentleman, can no longer maintain his image at this time.

Along the way, Hoffman finally accepted the facts.

That's right, just look at the place where Ribery lives, it's clear that he's not a rich man, and he's probably a little better off than a Brazilian from the slums.

Although he is a football player, the money he can earn by playing football now is not enough to support a family, so he chose to move bricks.

This is a man who is chasing his dreams, but he has also experienced the hardships of the world.

In this case, there is no need to look down on the other party, maybe he can show a talent beyond ordinary people like a certain alien?

Ten years later, Hoffman thought to himself, and he felt that he was Nostradamus today.

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After a lot of twists and turns, Hoffman finally found Ribery.

Unlike the lady he had just met, when he saw Ribery, Hoffman did not observe his overall appearance at the first time, but involuntarily looked at his cheek.

There, there was a very visible scar that looked like it had been cut with a knife.

After only a slight pause, Hoffman quickly shifted his gaze.

He has met many people in his life, and he knows that most people don't want to be different from others in bad places.

In other words, flawed.

The scar on Ribery's face is clearly a defect.

Although it is not clear what kind of personality Ribery is, generally speaking, if he must be staring at the other person's scar, Ribery is likely to turn his face, or at least feel disgusted.

"Hello Mr. Ribery, I'm Hoffmann, the scout from Aachen." Hoffman handed the business card out.

"Do you have anything to do with me?" Ribery wiped the sweat from his head before taking Hoffman's business card.

"We in Aachen are a Bundesliga club." Hoffman said with a bit of smugness, "Our transfer manager and manager have taken a fancy to you and want you to play for us. ”

Hearing Hoffman's direct words, Ribery was directly stunned.

"The Bundesliga team? Looking for me? Ribery had an expression of inability to accept reality, "Are you looking for the wrong ......?"

Ribery paused suddenly, and then immediately said: "That's right, if nothing else, my skills are absolutely quite good, and our head coach has always praised me as the best talent in France, you really have a vision!" ”

"Uh, hehe......" Seeing that Ribery was covered in ash and sweat on his face, Hoffman didn't know what to say, so he could only laugh dryly.

"The Bundesliga, the big five leagues, I've wanted to go to the big five leagues for a long time, you really have vision, and, that ......" Speaking of this, Ribery blushed a little.

"Excuse me, what's the problem?" Seeing that such a cheeky Ribery actually blushed, Hoffman was a little curious.

"Well, how much are you willing to pay me?" Ribery did not have an agent, so he had to talk to Hoffman about money himself.

As an ideal football player, Ribery is also a little ashamed of his direct approach to talking about money.

However, in order to support the family, these are all small things.

On the other side, Hoffman also nodded understandingly, and then leaned closer to the ear and said a number.

"Please let me go to you." Ribery immediately shook Hoffman's hand.

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