The next day, on the bus on the way back.

Kosopage was lying on his stomach at the very end, with a bucket in front of him, shaking and retching from time to time.

Vansted Yak looked at Kosopetch with a hangover and couldn't help frowning: "What happened yesterday?" ”

Bir Yar immediately pointed to Suke: "You should ask him." ”

Su Ke blinked, innocent; "What's the matter with me?"

"It's not that you've been arching the fire, Kosopetch and Ivan. Does Creech drink together? Masowich scolded with a laugh.

"That's also their voluntary drinking, it's none of my business." Suke turned his head, and he didn't admit it.

Masovich and the others shook their heads helplessly, last night Suke this guy jumped up and down, instigating and persuading him to drink.

I am underage, I don't drink a glass, but I make others choke enough.

In particular, Kosopetch and Ivan. Creech, both guys were carried back by their teammates.

However, it is precisely because of this that Vansted Yak is not expected to give them holidays.

Despite the lack of discipline on the part of Mostar Zlinski, he drank alcohol during the season, and he was still drunk, which was extremely intriguing.

As for what bullshit Sarajevo's nightlife, there is nothing at all!

It's a group of men's carnival Luohan Bureau!

Back in the town of Mostar, they were greeted with a warm welcome from the townspeople.

"Awesome kick!"

"We killed Sarajevo!"

"First in the league! Hahaha! We are number one! ”

"Modric, Suker, you guys are doing great!"

The welcome was a bit too fake, but as soon as the bus entered the town, the residents who saw the bus stopped and gave the bus a thumbs up.

Mostar is not a big city, they are a small town in Bosnia and Herzegovina, and this is the football club that can be handled.

They were previously suppressed by Sarajevo for many years, and despite the slogan of hitting the championship every year, they have not reached the top once since the establishment of the Bosnia and Herzegovina Premier League.

Today's honor room is also full of antique trophies from the former Yugoslav period.

For this reason, the townspeople as well as the club are very eager for a new trophy, a symbol of the top of the Bosnian Premier League.

Back at the club, some of the club's top management also showed up to give awards.

Winning Sarajevo is such a big thing, and it is natural to praise it.

In addition to verbal praise, they also came up with some material rewards.

Mostar Zlinski's financial situation is not particularly good, and there are not many who can afford it, and they have given some financial incentives to some players who have performed well.

Especially Suker and Modric.

Luka Modric's goal award, Suker's assist award, these have earned them some Mark income.

Seeing the money in his pocket, Su Ke felt both happy and down-to-earth.

After returning to the dormitory, Su Ke used part of his salary for the past few months to live, and put the big head in an envelope.

"I'll go out!"

Suker picked up the envelope containing the money and shouted at Modric.

Modric was writing a letter, and he waved his hand lightly, so that he could hear it.

Suke ran out of his dormitory and sprinted down the trail down the hill, and soon he was at Olipe's house.

Today is Sunday, school is closed, and Olipe is also lying at home.

Before Su Ke entered the house, he was already shouting at the top of his voice.

"Oriche! Oriche! I'm coming! ”

Olipe opened the door, and Suke ran in as soon as he slipped through the smoke.

He first went to the refrigerator, took out his water glass, and drank a large sip of cold water before placing the envelope containing the money on the table.

"Help me contact Kovic and ask him to send the money to the orphanage."

Su Ke used to live a hard life, and he didn't have much money in his pocket, so he couldn't take care of it.

But he knows that if he is poor, he will be good to himself, and if he is good, he will help the world.

When you are poor, the jingle of the poor makes it difficult to make a living.

Now that life is better and he can save some money, he thinks it is necessary to send some of the money to the welfare home.

Suke grew up in a suburb of Zagreb, the capital of Croatia.

Although it is a welfare home under the church, the money that can be distributed is limited, and most of the time it needs some social donations, and life is miserable.

The old dean was a priest, and the priest was not allowed to go out to work.

But the situation at that time was too bad, in order to feed these children, the old dean even violated his faith and went out alone at night to do odd jobs to help the welfare home.

If it weren't for the old dean, the children of Suke would have starved to death during those turbulent years.

Therefore, if he can, Su Ke still thinks it is necessary to help him, although the money is not much, but he can also improve the situation to a certain extent.

Olipe understood this, too, and put the envelope in the drawer; "Kovic will be back in Hong Kong tomorrow just in time for a trip to Croatia, even if it's not Zagreb, but he'll be able to make a trip."

Suke nodded; "Help me, thank you Kovic."

With that, Suke turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey!" At this time, Olipe suddenly called out to Suke.

"What's wrong?" Suke asked, turning his head.

Olipe said: "The day before yesterday, someone approached me and said that he was a football agent and wanted to contact you through me. ”

"Football agent?" Sooke blinked.

In the professional stadium, a good football agent is very rare.

Like the future Mendes, Raiola, Barnett and so on...

For players, a good football agent can help them solve a lot of troubles, while also being able to plan their careers and be of great help in the transfer market.

So far, Suke does not have an agent, and everything is at Suke's discretion under the care of this guardian, Oriche.

If you have an agent, it's really easier, at least he can put more energy into training and playing.

"He'll come next time..."

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door.

Orich got up and walked over to open the door.

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes on a hot day, with a greasy back combed hair, stood at the door.

His cheekbones are high, he has a professional smile on his face, and he doesn't feel so good overall.

The man in the suit also saw Su Ke, his eyes lit up, and he immediately said; "It's nice to meet you, Suker, you can call me Porteraci, I'm a professional football agent, that's my calling card."

Suke glanced at Portratch and quickly took the card.

The business card said that there was a brokerage company to which Bosnia and Herzegovina belonged, but Sukh had not heard of it.

Portratch looked past Olipe at Suke and said, "Can we talk?" You've done really well and I think you have a lot more potential waiting to be discovered. ”

Suke glanced at Olipe.

The latter shrugged and said, "Talk? ”

Su Ke nodded.

"Come in!"

Portlaci walked into Olipe's room with a smile, and as the three of them sat down together, the guy began to raving about Suker and his recent performances.

However, he didn't say a word about his career plan and the content of his work.

Watching Portratche praise himself to the sky, listening too much will make me aesthetically tired.

"Mr. Potraki, it's time for us to get down to business, right?" There was some impatience on Suke's face.

Potratch also reacted and smiled: "That's right! Serious business, serious thing is important. ”

Potraki coughed dryly, he took a deep breath, looked at Suke, and said suddenly; "Suke, do you want to make money?"

Su Ke was stunned, but soon, his face was completely gloomy.

Olipe on the side also had a reminiscence, he got up slowly, and said in a suppressed angry tone; "Get out!"

Portratche immediately said; "Hey! It's a good way to make money, you play so well, you don't get relegated to the bench when you don't perform well, you just have to play a little bit less seriously and you can make a lot of money, and no one is going to have trouble with money. ”

Suke's expression was as dark as ink.

Oripe couldn't take it anymore, and pulled Potlacci up and roared angrily; "Get out! Get out of my house! Bed bugs like shit! Suker won't grant you such a disgusting request, get out! Get lost! Get lost!! ”

In Oriche's roar, Portratge was pushed all the way out of the house.

"These guys are the stinky rats in the sewers, they're mercenary, and once you've had an experience, they're going to get the hang of it." Olipe said solemnly: "Suke, you can't be moved. ”

He was afraid that Su Ke was young, and after going through those hard days, he was afraid that he would be tempted by money.

At this time, Su Ke took a deep breath and turned his head; "Don't worry, I won't promise him."

Suke got up: "I'm going back." ”

"I'll send you back!"

Olipe immediately put on his clothes.

He was afraid that the guy didn't go far, and once Suke was entangled, it wouldn't be a good thing.

Olipe escorted Suker all the way to the club, and only left after seeing Suker enter the training base.

And Su Ke was also slightly relieved.

He knows that professional football is not only on the sunny side, there are many dirty things hidden in the shadows.

It's just that he didn't expect to be targeted so soon.

"Someone asked you to play match-fixing?"

In the dormitory, Modric had an angry look on his face, and he shouted; "You should have smacked him in the face."

Sucre; "I've refused, and in the short term, that guy shouldn't give up, and I'll try to stay in the club." Suke sighed; "I've behaved well, and some troubles have automatically started to come to the door."

Suker was depressed.

With his excellent performance, these flies and dogs began to pay attention to him.

In the past, he was not well-known and could not guarantee enough game time, but now Suker is a key player for Mostar Zlinski.

For this reason, these profitable guys began to entangle Suke.

"That guy's name is Porterachi, and he belongs to the Bosnia-Herzegovina Green Professional Economic Company, but it is estimated that it is a shell company, which is a fake name."

Suke said.

"Wait!" Modric was surprised: "Are you sure it's Portaci?" ”

Suke nodded; "That's right! What's wrong? ”

Luka Modric: "You'd better talk to the manager, it's a bit complicated! ”