Just when Simon King and Texela reached a consensus, in the Vesena Club thirty kilometers away, the team secretary Babara was frowning at the moment.

Because just ten minutes ago, two transfer offers from Italy were faxed to her desk.

Fiorentina, a long-established team in Serie A, took a fancy to left-back Kiki and made a tentative offer of 6 million euros.

Atalanta, another newly promoted team, took a fancy to Shaomu and offered him a price of 8 million euros.

In the past, a small team like Vicella would have chosen to sell players without hesitation.

But now their head coach is Simon King, and Babara feels that selling the players would be a betrayal of his beloved.

However, facing the team's growing debt, she felt that this was an opportunity to turn losses into profits.

After all, the price offered by the other party was already much higher than the player's worth.

Especially Kiki, who was worth only 2 million euros in the past, but the other party's offer tripled.

Babara didn't know what to do, he was so hesitant that he almost couldn't breathe.

After a long time, she chose the former between career and love.

After dialing the phone, Simon King was on his way back to Vizera.

Hearing the beaming voice of the other party, BaBa pulled the lines he had already thought out and completely forgot about them. He could only say: "Jin, I have some news for you."

"What news? Is it good or bad?"

"There's good and there's bad."

"Then tell me."

"The Serie A team offered high prices for Kiki and Shaomu."

"ah?"

Simon King was stunned for a moment, and then said nervously: "They are all my core players."

"I know, Jin, that's why I..." She originally wanted to say, "That's why I informed you as soon as possible."

But when the words came to my lips, they turned into: "...I just discussed it with you."

"You can't sell it! Babara, you must not sell it!"

"But...but the club's debt is already close to 40 million euros. If it is not sold..."

Upon hearing this, Simon King immediately understood Babala's difficulties.

Although he understands that selling Kiki and Shaomu will definitely be a pain that this team cannot bear.

But faced with Babara's embarrassing words, Simon Jin could only calm down.

"Which two clubs are they?" Simon King asked.

"Fiorentina wants Kiki, Atalanta wants Shomu."

"How much do they pay?"

"One is 6 million, the other is 8 million. Forget about the money, how about I think of another way."

"No! Babara... I don't want you to make things difficult. Although they are important, the club is the foundation of everything. I understand you. I believe that if the club's finances were healthier, you might not call me this at all.

Telephone."

"Thank you, Jin, I really have no choice."

During the phone call, Babara started crying, and her aggrieved voice almost broke Simon Jin's heart.

"Don't cry! Everything will be fine. Let's just ask the players. If they agree, I will agree. Just..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that I'm worried that they might not leave."

"Why? There is a World Cup this year. Shouldn't they want to go to a big team to increase their chances of being selected for the national team?"

"The truth is correct, but you forgot that their head coach is me. Forget it, let me ask them."

After hanging up the phone, Ximen Jin felt mixed feelings.

The good news is that if the players are sold, the club's finances can be relieved, and it can also be regarded as a kind of repayment for the club.

What's worrying is, of course, that he can't let go of Kiki and Shao Mu. After all, he has established a deep friendship with the players.

Armando said: "Jin, I think... I have to say a few words to you."

"Sir, please speak."

"It's true that you love your players. But don't forget that real love is fulfillment and blessing, not possession."

"You mean..."

"It's just as you think! Whether it's Kiki or Shaomu, their abilities should not stay in Vesena. As coaches, we should help the players grow and make them better and better, rather than being like a father,

Tie the children close."

Armando’s words spoke to Simon King’s heart.

At this moment, he felt very selfish.

"You are right, sir."

Simon King quickly calmed down and sighed: "I am indeed too selfish. I only think about my own achievements."

"This is normal."

Ben Yedder said: "If it were me, I would think so too. But Armando is right, being able to go to a big club is the best help for players. After all, a player's sports career only lasts a few years, and there are so many

It’s only right to make some money.”

"Okay. I'll call them right away."

After pulling out the phone, the first person Simon Jin found was Shao Mu.

This guy went to France yesterday and now he doesn't know where to swim.

After learning about Ximen Jin's intention, Shao Mu was not surprised, but he directly chose to refuse.

"I'm not going anywhere, we have to play in the Champions League together."

Ximen Jin was very moved and continued to persuade: "Of course I can't let you go, but Shao Mu... you are 25 years old. You should make some plans for yourself and your family."

"Coach, when you say this, do you mean you don't want me anymore?"

"No, no, no! Brother, please don't get me wrong. In fact, when Babara told me, my first reaction was to refuse. But I just thought about it. As your brother and coach, I must do it for you.

Thinking about the future.”

"You really think so?"

"Really. As a coach, I really don't want you to leave. But as your brother, I must advise you to go to a big team."

When he said this, Simon Jin's eyes were already red and his voice was choked with sobs.

Shao Mu heard his sadness and sighed: "Jin, if it were before, I would have agreed immediately and signed the transfer right away. But after you came, your personality charm, your focus on football, your love for football...

My help...I can’t bear to leave here.”

"Why would I want you to leave? But your future is definitely not Vishena. Although I may regret it, as your brother, I must let you go!"

"I know you are doing it for my own good..." Shao Mu's voice also choked with sobs because of the emotion in his heart.

"Okay, let me think about it."

"Okay Shao Mu, no matter what, if you stay, you will still be my star midfielder. If you leave, we will be brothers forever."

"Thank you, Kim, and goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Simon Jin couldn't calm down his thoughts. After a while, he called Kiki again.

Just like before, Jiji's first reaction was not to leave.

But Simon King said: "I have contributed the most to you, you know this. But Kiki, you have to understand that you are 26 years old, but your weekly salary is only 1,500 euros."

"I...but sir, I really just want to play football for you."

Simon King's tears finally shed, and he cried: "Brother, I know! I know everything! But I must think about your future!"

"The future...you said we will enter the Champions League next season, or...or I can leave by then!"

Simon Jin sighed: "But what if we can't score?"

Kiki stopped talking. As his sports career may only have six or seven years left, he really needs a high-paying job.

"Okay, Kiki, my brother! Listen to me and go to the big team, think about your daughter!"
Chapter completed!