After sending the two elders away, Simon Jin opened the system again.

"System, help me search for a left back. The key attributes are speed, endurance, and burst. The secondary attributes are defensive positioning, marking, and stealing."

"Ding! Please host enter the lower limit of attribute value."

"Twelve."

"Ding! The player list has been listed."

Simon Jin took a closer look and saw a total of three players appearing in the system interface.

One of the players from the French third division caught his attention.

"System, how come there is a French team this time? Even though it is only a third-tier team."

"Ding! The reputation of the host club increases, and the search range increases accordingly."

"Ah? We didn't do anything. How come our reputation has improved?"

"..."

The system didn't speak, so Simon Jin could only click on the player's interface with an unknown mood.

Samuel Camille, 32 years old, ability 112, potential 135, French.

"The burst is 13, the speed is 13, the endurance is 15, and all other physical attributes are over 12... Gosh, I'm still in such good shape at 32 years old."

"Defensive position is 13, work input is 14, determination and concentration are both 12... All other mental attributes, except for vision, which is only 6, are all over 12. It's amazing!"

"Oh...my skills are not good. Marking, stealing, and crossing are all 12, and passing is only 10."

Seeing this, Simon King felt that this player was a rare talent.

Because the opponent's ability distribution is very good, just adding some ability points to him can completely replace Jiji's departure.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the substitutes in the team.

After all, these people are either too poor in ability or have too low potential. Even if Ximen Jin wanted to give them some extra points, he really couldn't.

After re-searching a few times, another player's name appeared in the system.

David Sura, 24 years old, ability 120, potential 135, Portuguese.

"Double speed is 14, marking, stealing, and defensive positioning are also 11. His skills and spirit are basically around 12. This guy is not bad."

Then we looked at David Sulla's team, the Portuguese Football League, Academy Club.

"This guy is good, mainly because he is young!"

Thinking of this, Simon King called Clark again.

"Jin, just say his name, I understand!"

On the phone, Clark asked Simon King directly without waiting for him to explain his purpose.

Simon King laughed and said: "David Sura of the A-League Academy Team."

"David Sura? This is our player, you want him?"

"Yes Clark, I want him. Since he is one of yours, you can help me quickly and ask."

"Okay. Soon."

Not five minutes after hanging up the phone, Clark called again.

"No, Jin. This guy is on loan to the academy team, and his home team is Pakush of the Portuguese Super League."

"Then...can't you contact Team Pakush?"

"The key is that the players are not interested in you, and..."

"And what?"

"And he seems to hate you."

"Why?"

Simon King was very puzzled. Although he knew that he had triggered the online debate, he always thought that those things were limited to the coaching level.

"Who knows, you'd better look at other people."

"There's no one else, so how about it, can you help me find David Sula's phone number?"

"You want to contact him personally?"

"Yes. Why don't you just help me find his current location? I want to convince him in person."

"You really want to do this? Actually, I don't think it's necessary."

"Let's try it."

Ten minutes later, the news that David Sula was in Lisbon was sent to Simon King's mobile phone, along with his home address and phone number.

Vizeira belongs to the Braga region of Portugal. It takes about 40-60 minutes to drive from here to Lisbon.

Simon King looked at the time and immediately decided to leave now.

While on the road, Babala called and told him that he had successfully signed Texela.

Simon King took the opportunity to mention the transfer budget to her.

"Babala, can you increase the transfer budget? We are in urgent need of a main left back now."

"I will discuss it with grandpa and the general manager. By the way, where are you? Do you have time to have dinner together?"

"dinner……"

Simon King didn't realize the beauty's intention at all, and blurted out: "Maybe it's too late, I'm on my way to Lisbon."

"What are you doing there?"

Babara was a little unhappy and thought to herself: "I have worked hard for two days and bought you the two players you want, but you don't even have a bite of food with me."

"I'm going to find the player, the left back."

Babala sighed in his heart and comforted himself again: "Forget it, who told him to be a workaholic?"

So he said: "Then you drive more carefully, I will wait for you to come back and have dinner together."

Before Simon Jin could reply, Babala's phone number was hung up.

This smart woman adopted the simplest way to solve the problem.

"Hey...hey..."

Seeing that the other party had hung up the phone, Simon Jin could only drive the car faster.

Half an hour later, according to the address given by Clark, he successfully found David Sura's home - a residential area located in a prosperous area of ​​Liskaz.

"Dong dong dong."

Simon King's knock on the door quickly received a response from the people inside.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man in his fifties, whose appearance was somewhat similar to David Sura.

"Hello sir, I am Simon King from the Vesena Club. Is David Sulla at home?"

"Simon King?"

Upon hearing this name, a trace of vigilance flashed across the man's originally calm face, and he frowned and said, "David is my son, what do you want to do with him?"

Seeing the unkind look on the other side, Simon King became more convinced of Clark's statement, but he could only continue to politely say: "I want him to join my team, and then we can reach the European Champions Cup together."

"Enter the Champions League?"

The man's expression became very strange, and he held it in for a long time before laughing loudly: "Are you crazy? Just you, Vesena, are worthy of playing in the Champions League?"

"Sir, Vesena will definitely reach the Champions League. And if your son joins, this matter will be easier."

Self-confidence has always been Simon King's most important quality.

Although in everyone's eyes, with Vishena's strength, they really should only think about avoiding relegation.

"Okay, okay, I don't have time to dream with you here. Just leave, David won't see you."

As he spoke, the man closed the door.

Simon Jin quickly held the doorway with his hands: "Please give me a chance. I drove for an hour."

"Even if you drive for two hours or ten hours, it has nothing to do with us! What qualifications does a person who plays games have to talk about football in my house in Sula!"

Seeing that the other party insisted on doing this, Simon Jin opened his mouth and shouted without caring about politeness.

"David Sulla! I'm Simon King. I want to talk to you. Do you hear me?"

The man was furious, gave up closing the door, turned back to the house, and took out a pair of long-handled scissors for trimming the lawn.

"Are you leaving? If you don't leave, I'll be rude to you!"
Chapter completed!