Thursday morning, the sun was shining brightly.

Bonatti drove his little Alto on the road to the base as usual.

Suddenly, a luxury Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle chased him from behind and forced him to stop on the side of the road.

"brush!"

The car door opened, and a pale and slender hand, like a chicken's claw, held the door frame.

When he looked again, a black brimmed hat popped out of the Mercedes-Benz.

"Pedro? Why is it him?" Bonatti looked at the other person getting out of the car in confusion, feeling very uneasy.

"Bonati, my genius, long time no see!"

There was a hint of a villain's triumphant smirk hanging on the corner of Pedro's mouth, and his eyes were fixed on Bonatti's face without blinking.

"Hello, Pedro." Bonatti's smile was a little forced.

"Where are you going?" Pedro walked up and tapped the roof of the other person's car with his finger.

"I... just strolled around. Have you gotten rich? You've already driven a Mercedes-Benz."

"Mercedes?" Pedro looked back at his car, his face even more proud.

"It's nothing, it's trivial. Do you know why I came to you?"

Bonatti shook his head, he wanted to leave.

"Then do you know how I got this Mercedes-Benz?"

"how come?"

Pedro did not sense Bonatti's impatience and took out a contract directly from his arms.

"Come on, sign it, and then you can drive a car like this."

Bonatti took the contract with a frown, glanced at it, and immediately opened his eyes.

"Huh? 6,000 euros per week!"

"Not bad! It's 6,000 euros per week."

Pedro smiled evilly and said: "If I remember correctly, your contract termination fee with the club seems to be 4 million euros. We Porto paid for this money!"

"You? Can you represent Porto?" Bonatti didn't believe it because he used to be friends with the other party.

"Of course! I am now Mr. Conceicao's special assistant, specializing in helping him find talents. And you... haha, we had a good relationship before, how about it? Do you really want to thank me?"

"I do thank you."

Bonati's eyes flashed with hesitation.

His current weekly salary is only a measly 2,000 euros, and even if he wants to buy a better car, he is reluctant to do so.

However, once he signed this contract, it meant leaving Vishena, his brothers, and Simon King. This was something he was unwilling to do.

"No need to thank me, of course...if possible, I would like to add a signing fee of 200,000 euros to your contract, but...hehe..."

"But what?" Bonatti didn't understand.

Pedro whispered: "After it's done, how about sharing half of it with me?"

Bonatti smiled, Pedro... he was still the same Pedro after all.

So Bonatti politely pushed the contract back into the other party's hands, started the car and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I care more about feelings than income."

"What? Feelings?"

Pedro didn't expect Bonatti to say such words at all. He always thought that these players in Vesena had no choice but to stay in the team because they couldn't find jobs.

But now, I have clearly offered three times more contracts, and the other party actually refused!

"You have thought clearly Bonatti! Don't be so shameless!"

Looking at Alto leaving, Pedro was extremely angry.

But Bonatti's voice came from near to far: "Because of our past friendship, I will not report your words to the Football Association, but from now on, we are no longer friends."

Pedro was furious and jumped into the Mercedes-Benz to give chase, but then he thought about it and had a new idea in his mind.

Bonatti, on the other hand, immediately called his wife.

"Honey...I feel so uncomfortable."

As he told what happened, his wife comforted him: "Bonati, you are doing a good job. I support your decision."

"But... after all, it's 6,000 euros a week, and there's also a 100,000 signing fee."

"No, that's not 6,000 euros, that's selling your soul... Have you forgotten what you said!"

"What words?"

"I, Bonatti, want to create a world for Simon King and all the underestimated people in the world!"

Bonatti smiled. His wife's affirmation and support allowed him to escape the temptation of money.

"You're right honey, I love you."

After hanging up the phone, Bonatti called Simon King.

"Sir, guess who I just saw?"

Simon King sounded a little disappointed on the phone and sighed: "Don't tell me that you met Pedro!"

"Wow! You are amazing!"

"Let me go...how much weekly salary does he offer you?"

"6,000 a week, not...how do you know?"

"Did you agree?"

"Of course not! We have agreed to enter the Champions League together!"

Simon King took a deep breath on the phone and said excitedly: "Thank you brother, I promise you that I will definitely let you transfer to a club with a weekly salary of more than 20,000."

Bonati laughed and said: "Okay, I'll wait...but how did you know?"

"Forget it..." Simon King sighed: "Do you know why Rasheed and Anderson didn't come back to practice more?"

"You can't come back from vacation, right?"

"No! They accepted Pedro's contract and transferred to Porto. I just learned the news. The other party directly paid the liquidated damages without even discussing it with the club."

"Fuck! These two traitors!" Bonatti was very angry.

"You can't say that. Everyone has their own ambitions. Okay, you can train first and we'll talk about it later."

After hanging up the phone, Simon King felt a dull pain in his chest.

He could understand Rashid's departure because the opponent was a substitute and an Iraqi, who came out to play for money.

But for Anderson, he was really surprised.

But what makes him even more depressed is Anderson's passing ability at the center back position, and this ability is what he needs most.

"System, let's search for the central defender."

"Ding! Please host enter key attributes..."

After a while, Simon Jin handed a list of four people to Babala.

Babara looked heavy and comforted: "It doesn't matter Jin, we will find a replacement."

Simon King nodded, turned and left without saying a word.

Babara immediately contacted the club where the relevant players were playing and offered a higher price than usual.

"Yes...yes...we are Vishenna."

"What? Not trading with us? Why?"

"Don't like Simon King?"

"No, Jin just told the truth."

"What? It's not convenient to tell me?"

"Can I add more money?"
Chapter completed!