In the conference room of Wolfsburg Club, Raiola and Schmidt sat looking at each other.

"First I want to ask you what you think of Sun Xiang." Raiola asked directly from the mountain.

"It's great, he's one of the most promising players I've seen in the years," Schmidt replied.

"One? That is to say, you've seen other ones before this?"

"Mbappe of Paris, Dembele of Barcelona, ​​and Jesus of Manchester City, are all very promising players."

"But you have to know that Sun Xiang is only 17 years old, and before that he hasn't even had a professional training." Raiola retorted.

"If it's true as you said, then his performance today is really amazing." Schmidt said undeniably.

"You should be very clear about this, otherwise we wouldn't sit here to discuss these useless nonsense. Now I want to know how much do you think Sun Xiang is worth?"

As soon as he arrived at the conference table, Raiola seemed to have changed his face, and the "vampire" who made many wealthy families tremble back.

"Tell me what you think is the price..."

"The annual salary is 200 million, and the playing time is guaranteed." Raiola put on a proud posture.

"2oo million! Are you crazy?" Schmidt's eyes were almost glaring out. He never expected Raiola to open such a big mouth.

"No, of course I'm not crazy. According to you, Sun Xiang is one of the most promising players, so he is in the same level as Mbappe and other players. So good, I have a set of data here, and I'll read the following for you."

As he said that, he took out a document from his briefcase and pulled out a table full of data, which read:

Mbappe, 18 years old, annual salary of 1.50000

Dembele, 20 years old, annual salary of 530,000

Jesus, 20 years old, annual salary of 40,000 yuan

Rashford, 19 years old, earning 130,000 yuan (2o16 years)

.........

This list states the annual salary of all potential new stars in today's football world.

"After seeing this list, do you think I'm asking for a high price?"

Raiola pushed the list to Schmidt, who looked carefully again.

"Although you are right, we really can't take the risk of 20,000 yuan. You must know that Gomez's annual salary is only 60,000 yuan." Schmidt shook his head, obviously he couldn't accept the price.

"Then how much do you think you want?" Now it was Raiola's turn to ask.

Schmidt thought for a moment, "The annual salary is 80,000 yuan, it can't be higher."

"80,000? Why don't you rob it? Do you think Sun Xiang's performance is worth the damn 80,000?"

"It's really not worth it, but we can't guarantee that he is a flash in the pan..."

"10,000, including floating terms, plus winning share." This is Raiola's last bottom line, and it must not be less than 10,000.

Schmidt didn't say anything, it was obvious that he was thinking about it.

After a long time, Schmidt asked quietly:

"Mino, don't you think this will make me embarrassed?"

Hearing this sentence, Raiola knew that the business had basically been taken down.

"Not, on the contrary, I think this is helping you."

"Help me? I didn't see it."

"Believe me Martin, this kid will definitely surprise you!"

"Okay, I'll believe you once..."

Schmidt smiled bitterly, he really lost to this "demon" this time...

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When he returned to the hotel, Sun Xiang jumped directly into the bathtub and took a bath. This day made him very troubled.

"Dingling..."

Just as Sun Xiang was immersed in a two-square-meter bathtub, the phone suddenly rang.

Sun Xiang shook the water from his hand and slided the phone.

"Good evening, Mr. Raiola." Sun Xiang said angrily.

"What a magical boy tonight, if I guess correctly, you should enjoy life in the bathtub."

"If it weren't for your phone call, it would be even more perfect." Sun Xiang would lie down in the bathtub again.

"Don't do this, I'm here to tell you the good news. Congratulations on getting your first professional contract in your life!"

"Really? I got it like this?" Sun Xiang felt a little incredible.

"You don't know your own performance yet? Can you pass and shoot in the first team, doesn't this prove that your strength is indeed above them?" Raiola is still like that, instilling in his players the idea of ​​"you are the most powerful player in the world."

But Sun Xiang still knows how much he is.

"Mr. Raiola..."

"Don't call me Mr. Raiola. We seem so distant. Just call me directly." Raiola said

"Well, Raiola, what did you talk to Mr. Schmidt at that time?"

"Well, you will know the specific things tomorrow." Raiola deliberately kept it in a silence.

"Tomorrow? Why? The club plans to sign tomorrow?"

"Because there will be a game on November 4th, the team will register for you, register, etc., and it will be done early. That's it. I'll contact you tomorrow morning." Then Raiola hung up the phone.

"Oh tomorrow..."

Sun Xiang put his phone back on the table beside the bathtub, turned on the music, played the "My Future Is Not a Dream" that he had listened countless times, quietly soaking in the bathtub......

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The next morning, Sun Xiang received a call from Raiola, asking him to meet at the Wolfsburg club department entrance at 11:30 noon.

At around 11:2 o'clock, Sun Xiang arrived at the club's door.

"Sun Xiang, here!" Raiola stood inside the building and shouted out.

Sun Xiang pushed the door and walked in after hearing the sound.

"Raiola, didn't you say 11:30? Why did you get here so early?"

"Isn't this to welcome you? Let's go, Schmidt is already inside."

Raiola took Sun Xiang into the conference room.

Seeing the two of them walking in, Schmidt quickly stood up to greet them.

"Sun Xiang, this is your contract, take a look." Raiola took the contract from Schmidt and handed it to Sun Xiang.

This is a contract with German and English, so Sun Xiang doesn't seem to be very troublesome.

The contract says:

Annual salary of 10,000; a goal of 50,000 goals and assists 10,000; a Golden Boy Award of 10,000; a best team of 20,000...

"This... all includes?!" Sun Xiang looked at the series of numbers in the contract and was so surprised that he couldn't even close his mouth.

"Of course, it includes, but you have to fight for most of it yourself." Raiola replied.

Sun Xiang came and went back and forth carefully for more than half an hour, then breathed a sigh of relief and signed his name at the end.

"Okay, then you can choose a number you like."

When choosing a number, Sun Xiang likes No. 4 the most, but unfortunately, the owner of No. 4 is Camacho, so Sun Xiang can only change to another number.

Among other numbers, Sun Xiang chose No. 28 because his birthday was No. 28.

In this way, Sun Xiang officially became a member of Wolf Castle, the third active Chinese player to enter the Bundesliga after Zhang Xizhe and Zhang Yuning.

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"Martin, I have two more requests." Raiola suddenly said to Schmidt, who was sorting out the documents.

"What is the requirement? A salary increase is impossible. The signing has been completed!" Schmidt has now had a shadow on Raiola.

"Not this. I want to ask the team if they can arrange a place for Sun Xiang to stay. It's not appropriate for him to stay in a hotel."

Obviously, Raiola wanted to trick another apartment into coming out.

Schmidt certainly knew his intentions, but he did agree with Raiola.

"Let me do this, I'll ask you to see if I can get an apartment out," Schmidt replied.

"Okay, then the second request is whether Sun Xiang can be given a German teacher. It is really difficult to not understand German here."

Schmidt agrees very much about this second request. Language disorders lead to the breakdown of the relationship between the players and the team, so this should be the top priority.

"Don't worry about this. I will find a German teacher for Sun Xiang and try to find someone who is both Chinese, so it will be more convenient."

"I feel relieved with you, so let's leave first. Remember to contact me if you have any!"
Chapter completed!