Transfer rights, of course.

For Linsen, no matter what team he coaches, this is the only right he has to hold in his hands. Because that's where his confidence lies. In fact, according to his understanding, Muniz, the head coach of Malaga last season, is the head coach of the team and also the sports manager, but he is a newcomer, of course, he cannot be compared with Muniz at once, so he must make a request.

For Lin Sen's request, Aguilar's first reaction was to sneer, and this time, he no longer hid the sneer in his heart, but hung it very clearly on the corner of his mouth raised high, and said: "Mr. Lin, I think you forgot one thing, that is, this is Spain, not the Premier League." And, I want you to know that Malaga is a team that has just been promoted. ”

The implication is that even if the transfer right can really be handed over to Lin Sen, in the transfer market this summer, Maraga can only play the role of accompanying the prince to study for part of the time, and the transfer right can in fact be equivalent to nothing. But Aguilar didn't expect that for his almost mocking words, Lin Sen nodded casually, and then said something that made him cry and laugh a little instantly.

'I know, but that's where the confidence in me to ask for the right to transfer is, isn't Muniz too.' Lin Sen also has the implication that since the transfer right of Malaga is equivalent to nothing, what does it matter if it is handed over to himself or not?! The main reason why former head coach Muniz was able to double as a sports manager as a head coach was not because of his qualifications and ability, but because of Malaga's finances.

'Of course, I can waive some other requirements for the right to transfer, including personal contracts. Without waiting for Sans Jr. and Aguilar to answer, Lin Sen continued to add his chips.

So, Little Sans and Aguilar once again staged a scene of looking at each other out of the corner of their eyes. Because, all of a sudden, they don't know what to say about the Chinese coach in front of them.

"Mr. President, Mr. Advisor." At this time, Lin Sen looked directly at the two of them, "I have no intention of offending. However, since you have arranged today's meeting on your own initiative, you should already know me a little bit. I believe that there is a foundation for cooperation to make today's meeting possible. You want to know what I think, and I tell you the truth. Nothing good for me to exaggerate. To use a perhaps inappropriate analogy, Malaga is now a family car on a professional track, and if you ask me how I should drive, I can only tell you that I drive the same way as everyone else. But now it's not about driving, it's about how to win the race on this track. I believe in my driving skills and I am confident that I will drive Malaga to the finish line, but if you want to win a race against professional sports cars, it is not enough to be able to drive the car, the most important condition is that you must allow me to modify the car. I believe that my request is not excessive. But ......"

Speaking of this, Lin Sen had a polite smile on his face, "If you want to find a manager who is aiming for relegation and will only bargain with you on the annual salary, sorry, I may not really be the right choice." ”

After speaking, Lin Sen stood up, and when he said this, basically what the result should be is what the result is, and it is useless to say more.

Little Tsang and Aguilar looked at each other again, and then stood up at the same time, and Little Sans, who had been silent for a long time, smiled, took the initiative to reach out his hand, and said: "In any case, as I said at the beginning, at least our conversation is very frank. ”

"We'll do our best to get back to you." After Little Sans and Lin Sen shook hands, Aguilar also took the initiative to shake hands.

As Little Sans said, although Aguilar felt that Lin Sen was a little overconfident, even a little arrogant, but after all, this was just a meeting, and Lin Sen was at least honest, which he had to admit.

The three of them separated at the door, and then left separately, but no one noticed that there was a camera that had been following Lin Sen since he walked into the café.

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Lin Sen himself didn't know what the outcome of the meeting would be, but even if he met a hundred more times, he would say the same thing and do the same thing, so no matter what the result was, there was nothing to regret.

Leaving the café, Lin Sen didn't plan to go back to Madrid directly, anyway, now he is a jobless vagrant for the time being, and it just so happens that Malaga is a famous tourist city, and there are many places to visit. Anyone who studies fine arts knows that the hometown of the great painter Picasso is Malaga. Picasso's hometown, on the other hand, happens to be not far from the café, and it doesn't take much time to walk.

When you come to the famous Messer Square, when you see that monument, Linsen knows that you have arrived. It is said that the square was once a monastery, and the monument that stands on the ruins of the monastery is dedicated to General Dorijos, who gave his life for freedom. In Europe, where there is a square, there are pigeons, and this is no exception. As soon as Lin Sen walked over, several people sold him all kinds of handmade products, apparently mistaking him for a tourist from China, and no one recognized him as the former acting manager of Atletico Madrid.

Picasso's hometown has now been built into the Picasso Memorial, which is a small four-story building, just like in China, where you need to pay for the same entrance fee, which is not very expensive, 2 euros, but only the ground floor and the first floor are open. Lin Sen bought a ticket, walked in, and saw a commissary when he entered the door, selling everything related to Picasso, books, picture albums, and various souvenirs. Walking to the door, two people outside the door glanced at Lin Sen, and quickly turned their eyes away, Lin Sen didn't care, and walked straight in.

There are not many tourists, there are only three or four people in sight, and I don't know if it is because of the lack of people or the reason why it is stipulated that there is no noise, in short, it is quite quiet. Visiting the former residence of this kind of celebrity is like a fairy for a layman like Lin Sen. Anyway, Picasso's abstract paintings Lin Sen couldn't admire, and when he walked up to the first floor, he unexpectedly saw an acquaintance.

Cinderella.

Along with Cinderella, there are two other girls. I can only see the back, and the figure is slim, anyway, from the back, at least it is a "back with more points".

Lin Sen was stunned for a moment, and was hesitating whether to take the initiative to come forward to say hello, but he didn't expect Cinderella to find him at this time, and immediately beckoned with a surprised face, Lin Sen had to bring a smile on his face.

How did you end up here?

Together, the two whispered in unison.

I'll play.

Well, still in unison.

At this time, a face that made Lin Sen's heart beat a little faster suddenly turned around, his eyes just glanced at Lin Sen lightly, and then when he turned to Cinderella's face, there was a hint of blame, and he turned his head, and Cinderella immediately stuck out his tongue and motioned to Lin Sen to go outside to talk.

It is obviously an exaggeration to say that he is lost and depressed, but Lin Sen really never thought that someone could make him so amazing, and said that he looked back and smiled, this is not laughing, he came back to his senses and was already ashamed of his reaction, he decisively turned around and walked out with Cinderella, and controlled his urge to look back at the girl all the way.

Because, he saw a good book, a good book that made him can't help but want to turn over the ending.

When he came outside, Lin Sen realized that unlike him, Cinderella was really here to play and travel on the weekend. The other two people are her friends, one is called Boya, the other is called Ariel, Ariel is actually a kind of acquaintance of Lin Sen, that is, the girl who bombarded his mobile phone with text messages, the reason why she came to Malaga to travel this time was Ariel's idea, Malaga is Ariel's hometown.

The girl just now is definitely not called Ariel. Lin Sen comforted himself in his heart.

When Cinderella asked herself what she was doing in Malaga, Lin Sen told the truth that it was not a trade secret anyway, let alone something to be ashamed of, and there was nothing to hide.

"So you're going to be working here again soon?" At this time, a somewhat familiar grinning voice came from behind Lin Sen.

Lin Sen turned around and saw that it was another girl, although it was not as amazing as the girl just now, but it was also at the level of a beauty, and the biggest feature was that she had a good figure, and sure enough, beautiful girls would also get together.

"It's just a possibility." Lin Sen nodded at her, then smiled.

"Why? Didn't you coach Atletico before? Could it be that Malaga is more demanding than Atletico? ”

"Nope." Lin Sen smiled and shook his head.

"That's why."

"This ......" Lin Sen was a little embarrassed, he didn't think it was a suitable choice to explain to a girl what football was at this time, so he thought about it and said, "You can just understand it as marriage." ”

It's not just the right thing, and it's not wishful thinking.

"Married?" Ariel thought for a moment and suddenly laughed, "Are you a man or a woman?" ”

Lin Sen burst into tears, are the current college students so whimsical?

"Ariel, don't get into the horns." At this time, Cinderella helped Lin Sen out of the siege, "Lin, let's go back and have a meal together, and thank you for inviting us to watch the game last time." ”

Lin Sen nodded, the meeting with Little Sans and Aguilar, patronizing the conversation, didn't drink a few sips of coffee, and his stomach was indeed a little hungry at this time. Ariel goes back to call another girl named Boya, while Cinderella and Linson wait outside. Soon, Ariel and Boya walked out, and this time, Boya took the initiative to nod to Lin Sen, obviously knowing that the person in front of him was the person who invited them to watch the game last time.

Since Ariel is a local, she chose the restaurant. It's just that in Lin Sen's opinion, she just picked a small restaurant that looked very clean and walked in, Lin Sen didn't care about this, everyone knows that in a tourist city like Malaga, the flavor is often not in the grand restaurant, but in this kind of small restaurant that seems to be everywhere.

Grilled lamb shank, salmon, mussels......

Ariel's seemingly random choice proved to be a unique vision, and the few dishes tasted very authentic.

Lin Sen let go of his stomach to eat anyway, he didn't care about his image in front of the three girls at all, after experiencing the initial amazement, Lin Sen's feelings about Boya quickly calmed down, friends of friends, separated by several layers of relationships, really not to the point where he had to be upright even to eat. As for Lin Sen's casualness, Cinderella and Ariel didn't think anything about it, but Boya found it a little funny.

Frankly speaking, at the beginning, she also thought that Lin Sen deliberately posed in front of her not to care, because when she was in the memorial hall, she clearly saw Lin Sen's loss of consciousness, but when Lin Sen didn't mind eating the roast lamb leg that Cinderella got from her plate, she knew that the Chinese in front of her were either a starving ghost, or they were really doing whatever they wanted, in front of her.

After a meal, the four waved goodbye.

Impressions? Cinderella said, a nice friend. Ariel said, a nice man. Boya said, a starving ghost.

Of course, Lin Sen didn't know that he had so many evaluations in one meal, and he didn't care what evaluation he would get, it was originally a chance encounter, just like the way he and Cinderella met. After leaving, he boarded the train and returned to Madrid overnight, and when he returned to his accommodation, he received three faxes from Valencia, Zaragoza and Real Sociedad in the second division.