The Italian Bertolucci was very depressed because he was lost on the streets of Osaka, and even more depressed than lost was the theft of the bag in which he had put his mobile phone and wallet.

"Damn, isn't Japan known for its good security, so will my wallet grow wings and fly away?"

"Why don't the Japanese learn Italian, then you should be able to speak English!"

"God, why isn't this China, if this is in Beijing, there must be a lot of people who speak English."

"Can anyone tell me where the hell this is, and how I can get back to the hotel!"

Bertolucci read half the street, and when he reached the crossroads, he was even more confused, he could not even tell the difference between east and west, north and south, let alone walk back to the hotel.

I tried to ask a few passers-by, but all of them did not speak Italian, and the English had a strange accent that Bertolucci did not understand at all.

I finally asked a few Europeans, but they came to travel or watch tomorrow's game, and they didn't know the way, and they were on guard against finding all kinds of reasons not to borrow their phones.

"Okay, okay, it looks like Lady Luck is resting today!"

Bertolucci shrugged his shoulders in frustration, he was a little annoyed that he forgot to ask his assistant to accompany him out, otherwise he would not have been so embarrassed. I completely forgot why I came out alone to find a bubble bath.

"Is that Mr. Bertolucci, please?"

Just then a voice sounded with something kind and uncanny, and it was in Italian.

Bertolucci turned his head to see a tall, curly-haired white man smiling and talking to him, and from his authentic Roman accent, it was clear that he was a native of Rome.

God forbid, this is to meet fellow villagers.

"Yes, I'm Bertolucci, you know me?"

"Thank God, it turned out to be really you, I didn't expect to meet you on the streets of Japan, what an honor. My name is Todd, and like you, I'm a football agent, and we met at the Italian agent's reception the year before. ”

"Oh~"

Oh hell, Bertolucci is one of Italy's top football agents, where can he remember a little Karami like Todd.

Todd also seemed to see Bertolucci's unnaturalness, and soon wanted to change the subject.

"It looks like it's going to be dinner, or I'll treat you to a meal, Mr. Bertolucci!"

"Okay!"

Todd: "......" I'm just polite, shouldn't you be proud to refuse, shouldn't you say "I'm busy, I don't have time", or "My assistant is coming soon" or something, I'm just a poor guy who pretends to be polite, you shouldn't have come to lunch with me at such a low price.

But the words have been released, of course Todd can't regret it, he is glad that his credit card was lifted a few days ago, otherwise I really don't know how it will end today.

"That's a great honor, I heard there's a nice Italian restaurant up front, maybe we can try it!"

Bertolucci has been an agent for so many years, and he has long been thick-skinned, and now he will certainly not be polite to be able to prostitute for nothing, so he followed Todd to the restaurant.

"Todd, are you coming to Japan for work or pleasure?"

Bertolucci struggled to eat the strange-tasting pizza, perhaps speaking would ease the embarrassment.

"Work, I have two players who both play in Japan... Uh, well, the fact that I only have two players left, and they're both in Japan, and I'm here to serve them and take on a couple of European club scouts and help them scout some of the players in Japan. ”

Todd doesn't care now, anyway, his reputation in the Italian agent circle can't be worse, he now has a kind of consciousness of thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the middle-aged and poor, he even thinks about taking Lin Hong back to Europe one day to exhale and raise his eyebrows, which can be regarded as a small goal he set for himself.

"Which club do you have players from? Will you have a chance to play tomorrow? ”

Asked by Bertolucci, Todd was so embarrassed that he almost wanted to use this unpalatable pizza to call the old man's Mediterranean, but the old guy didn't hear that the "only two players" just now was self-deprecating.

'No, my players don't have that level at the moment, but I'm sure sooner or later he'll show his talent in the big five leagues and the Champions League, I'm sure of that!'

Seeing Todd's firm tone when he said this, Bertolucci suddenly wondered what kind of player would be accompanied by an Italian agent who traveled thousands of miles to accompany him, and was so convinced that he could play in the five major leagues of the world football center.

"Your players belong to that team, I have a player in Asia, maybe they still know each other."

Bertolucci's Asian players are among the best in Asia, and he thought that if the two met, he might be able to help Todd in the future, and thank him for his hospitality today.

"I know, Keisuke Honda, who plays for AC Milan, is the absolute heart of the Japanese midfield right now. But my players definitely don't know Keisuke Honda right now, because he's still playing in the amateur league. ”

Bertolucci almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, play, amateur player, you're afraid it's not a joke!

For an agent of Bertolucci's level, amateur players are not considered at all, and the minimum standard is that the potential rising star of the professional league is enough to be eligible to sign an agent contract with him. As for amateur players, that's the job of small agents and small scouts.

"Listen, Todd, for the sake of fellow Romans, I advise you, don't waste time on young Asian players, you should go back to Italy and go to Serie B to see the young players.

You know, the Italian economy is in a mess these days, and Serie A is also in a slump, so a lot of agents go to the Premier League and the West or South America to pan for gold.

But this doesn't mean that the younger generation of Italian players is gone, there are still a lot of good seedlings among them, and this is also an opportunity for agents like you.

Talk to the second-tier coaches, especially the assistant coaches who are responsible for communication, take them to Amsterdam or Kyiv for a week, and they'll tell you that those players are worth the investment. ”

Bertolucci taught Todd the methods of his youth, but this was an insult in Todd's eyes, especially thinking of the days he spent with Lin Hong, he had long thought that Lin Hong would definitely be able to kick out, and now he absolutely couldn't accept letting him betray Lin Hong, even if this person was Bertolucci.

"Hehe, in my opinion, my player is the best, he has unlimited potential, rather than go back to Italy to look for those uncertain futures, I would rather stay in Japan and grow up with him, I always believe that he will be a diamond, and he will shine in the next five years."

How to drop? Lao Tzu is such a senior agent, how many people line up to ask me for advice, if I only have three daughters, I will teach you these good methods of pressing the bottom of the box? Bertolucci listened to Todd's boasting, and he was actually a little unhappy in his heart.

"Huh!"

"Mr. Bertolucci, what are you, don't you believe it?" Todd is also a little tsundere at the moment, with whom are you, you are still eating Lao Tzu now, hehe, your sister!

"No, I believe what you say." Bertolucci shrugged, then took a sip of his coffee and leaned back in his chair.

"But your expression is clearly saying, 'This guy is crazy, the amateur league is rubbish.'" Todd was a little agitated when he came forward.

"No, I didn't say that, I respect every player, professional or amateur." Bertolucci shook his head indifferently, very perfunctory.

"You didn't say it, but you must think so in your heart, you can't fool me, your eyes tell me!" Todd argues with reason, he now has a kind of desireless and rigid happiness, anyway, he is not mixed in the Italian agent circle, it doesn't matter if you are Bertolucci or Raiola, I can scare you if I am unhappy, this feels so cool~

"Well, that's what I thought, so what! Isn't it? "Bertolucci is also a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, you have no desires, Lao Tzu has no scruples, the lunch of the white prostitute is in the stomach, what can you do with me.

"That's because the amateur players you see are eliminated, and the reason why my player is an amateur is because he can only play in the amateur league now. I'm sure any agent who looks at his games and trains will want to sign him.

But let everyone down, because he's me Paul now. Todd's signings. ”

Todd looked at Bertolucci smugly, as if to say you're a sour fox.

"Hehe, anyway, I can't see how good the player you are talking about, you can say whatever you want!" Bertolucci had a look of surprise on his face.

"Haha, my players have a game in two hours, and it's ten minutes away from the stadium, if you don't believe me, you can come with me."

"Just look at it, I don't believe you can find diamonds among amateur players."

The crowd in the restaurant saw two Italians arguing and laughing.

Hey, this white man is really enthusiastic, and he is so beautiful when he quarrels, unlike those Chinese tourists, who know how to buy, buy, buy, and quarrel!

Well-known double standard, old 6.