Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty-Seven: A Battleship Without Screws
In a private office, the area is more than 300 feet, and even the desk about two meters long is made by a first-class furniture factory, a large piece of perfectly cut and repaired, and almost transparent dark glass, is actually spread on the top of the desk, under the reflection of the indoor light, the piece of glass looks particularly brilliant.
On the opposite side of the desk is a soft leather sofa, which at first glance reveals that it is made of the best Italian leather goods workshop, and there is a guest chair and a carpet in the center of the room, both of which are more expensive than the annual salary of an office worker.
On the right side of the office is a row of floor-to-ceiling glass, outside is the starry night view of Madrid, and in the distance there are many vehicles with lights on the road, which is like a giant dragon swimming in the city.
In the office, the most low-key thing is the door, it is closed, motionless like a dispensable supporting role, only when someone needs to walk into the office, it will barely seem so important, and at this time, it was slid open, and the first to walk in was an old man, followed by a middle-aged man.
The two of them were dressed uprightly, dressed a little plainly, and after walking into the office, they suddenly had an unnecessary estrangement from the one in the room, which felt simple to describe as if a commoner walked into the palace. People who don't know the inside story are afraid that they will treat these two people as burglars who break into the house.
Exactly. The two of them were one of the few people who were qualified to walk into this office in a big way, and the old man was the owner of this office. His sideburns were already gray, and the wrinkles deepened by the tautness of his countenance, and his expression showed a kind of doubt, or rather, a slight anger in the depths.
The old man was the president of the Real Madrid team, and he sat in his office chair, and he had a gut feeling that something had angered him, so when he sat down, his body deliberately relaxed and fell again. The stand of that valuable office chair made a "click".
Even if there is still an office chair left on the opposite side of the desk, but the other middle-aged man refuses to sit down, he does not need to sit down, or dare not sit down, he is the sports director of the Real Madrid team, seeing that the chairman is extremely dissatisfied with some things, at such a juncture, he really has no need to sit down.
The chairman pulled out a delicate silver pen from the desk drawer and pulled out a palm-sized piece of note. Twisted the cap of the pen and laid the note paper on the desk, without lifting his head or looking at the athletic director. It is to ask: "What is the total value of Granada's midfield line?" I'm going to know the answer now, so can you give the answer? β
The athletic director took a breath of air and deliberately lowered the sound of the inhalation. The question given by the chairman is actually not difficult, as the sports director. In this part of understanding the value of players, he is actually very familiar. Then he muttered something in his mind, and after about ten seconds he replied, "Mr. President! The total value of Granada's midfield line is 80 million euros, which is already a conservative estimate. β
After hearing this, the chairman just "snorted", then raised his head and glanced at the sports director, and said, "Is it really that expensive?" The combined value of all the players in the Granada team seems so cheap, so what are you saying is really the truth? β
The sports director hesitated with a "uh" and said cautiously: "Mr. President! The average value of a Granada player is around β¬8 million, but two of them stand out: Bam, who just joined them in the winter, and Carbine, who won the European Golden Boy award last month. β
The chairman looked at him and said, "Yes! It's the two of them, teasing our team into a low-level team, huh! We're Real Madrid, we're not a broken team in the third division, so I can't go to the Carmenez stadium to watch it in person, but ...... But when I was watching the live stream in another place, I couldn't believe that it was our Real Madrid team playing against Granada, Mr. Director, do you think the players are joking with me? β
The Real Madrid players weren't joking with their president, and the president wasn't playing any bullshit with the sporting director at this time, so much so that the sporting director knew that he was about to blame the president and find the scapegoat for the defeat to Granada.
The silence in the office was uncomfortable, and the already valuable decorations suddenly dimmed, and the sports director lowered his head slightly, looking for an excuse in his mind to say that sitting across from him was the president of the world's top club, not like when he made a mistake in school, and then the teacher sat opposite him and was ready to reprimand him.
"Uh~~~!" The sports director spoke, but he himself was very clear when he spoke, and his reaction was very reluctant, and seven or eight seconds passed between thoughts before he answered: "Mr. President!" Rest assured, our advantage in La Liga will not waver in the slightest, and we are even ahead of the second-placed ...... on points."
The chairman frowned, stretched out his right hand, and his momentum was a little intimidating, he said: "Please don't tell me something about the number of jΓΉ, let me ask you again, what is the total value of our Real Madrid team's midfield line?" β
"Yes...... It's 230 million euros, Mr. President! β
After the athletic director gave his answer, he exhaled impatiently, and he raised his head slightly to catch a glance at the chairman's face, but the chairman did not look at him, but wrote something on the note paper with a pen.
It took about 20 seconds for the chairman to stop the pen from sliding on the note, gently put the pen aside, and then handed the note to the sports director, and said, "Isn't it ridiculous to see for yourself this comparison?" β
After the sports director took the note with both hands, he carefully read the contents of the paper and said, "Mr. President! The value comparison between the two teams in midfield seems to be ...... I can't seem to say anything, but rest assured, we still have the advantage in the league. β
And the chairman's words had a different flavor, he said: "Can you explain to me why our team lost [1:3]? I'm not very demanding, I just want to know the answer, can you answer it yourself? β
Naturally, the sports director can't answer, and even if the head coach of the Real Madrid team is called, I'm afraid that the answer given will not be completely satisfactory to Mr. President.
The sports director was speechless, but it was more like he had already said what he had to say, and his body was stiff all the time, pinching the note between his fingers, and he wanted to tear the note to shreds, but what Cheng DΓΉ had gained from that embarrassment, I believe that no one in the world knew better than him.
It's just that the chairman stood up from his office chair and approached the floor-to-ceiling glass, admiring the starry night scene outside, but in fact, he already had an idea in his heart.
Turning around, he asked the athletic director with an ugly face: "That...... The Frenchman named Cabine, how much is he worth? β
The sports director approached the chairman in a few steps, and his tone was very correct: "Mr. President! Since Carbine has just won the "European Golden Boy Award", his value has tripled, and the current price is about 50 million euros. β
The chairman snorted, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked back and forth in the office, and when the sports director did not know when he was going to stop, the chairman suddenly stopped, and as soon as he raised his head, he said to the sports director: "First, immediately ask the Granada team about the price of Cabine, I will get a response from them by eight o'clock tomorrow morning, and second, spread the news of our interest in Cabine to the newspaper Needle's Eye and let them stir up the plan." (To be continued......)