Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 50: The transfer price of Germany is released!

On September 9, the beautiful medal display stand that Maher ordered on eBay arrived.

This is a display stand that is three meters long and two meters high. It is purely handmade and looks very exquisite from every angle.

The only drawback is its price. Due to the material and other reasons, the price of this display stand is as high as 900 pounds.

“This thing is nearly 1k?”

Gilbert helped Maher assemble the items, and kept complaining: "Maer, you have changed. You are no longer the kid in the youth team. You have money now and you start to spend it."

"The place where honor is displayed should naturally be better."

Maher is sometimes quite particular. He has his own opinion, "This is a rental house. Buy one first to use. When I have my own house in the future, I will buy the best one wherever I settle down."

After assembling it, he placed the two commemorative 'Best Player of the Match' trophies he had owned so far on it and stood aside to admire them.

What will this place look like in half a year, a year, or three years?
He is very much looking forward to that day.

"What are you thinking about?" Gilbert looked at him in surprise and asked sourly.

He was a little confused and a little envious.

I wonder what it would look like if all these trophies were placed on top. Maer thought to himself but didn't say it out loud, "I think it looks good. You should work harder and get one when you can and put it on top."

"Don't let it go."

Gilbert shook his head firmly, "I'm afraid you'll take it away."

"You think it's a lighter, just go with it."

Maher complained subconsciously, but Gilbert obviously didn't understand.

The two watched TV for a while, and suddenly there was a knock on the door. Gilbert walked over, looked at the peephole at the door, and opened the door.

Jolson stood outside the door, holding two large boxes in his hands, and seemed to have something to give to the two men.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Gilbert greeted him stiffly. In fact, they had just met during training, but they just didn't see each other often in private.

"Jolson is competing for the position of the top assistant coach, so why would he care about the two kids left over from his scout days?"

Maher saw him and joked, wanting to tease his old friend who had come to Sheffield United, "We are strangers to him now."

Joelson waved his hands helplessly and placed the two boxes on the table in the living room. "The price of the German transfer has been updated. Did you know?"

“I haven’t seen it yet.”

Maher guessed the purpose of the box and replied, "Actually, it was only after you mentioned it that I remembered it."

"The stuff wrapped here is a badge of status that I asked a craftsman to make in the city this morning."

Joelson gestured with his hands and introduced, "I made a commemorative plaque for you with some information about your first increase in value."

He had already noticed the display stand that Maher had placed in the living room, and pointed at it and said, "It would be appropriate to put it there."

"Let me see!"

Gilbert couldn't help being curious and went up to open it, "Which one is mine?"

"Here." Jolson picked up a box and handed it to him.

Maher came closer, he was still very curious about how much Gilbert was worth now.

As Gilbert slowly pulled back the veil of the box, a yellow-colored 'poster'-like sign with his race photo appeared.

It is a bit like the numerical panels that the FIFA game later sent to major clubs, and it does have good commemorative significance.

It clearly records all the player's information, including date, birthday, value increase, team played for, and of course value.

"350 million euros?"

When Gilbert saw the price, his eyes lit up instantly. This was definitely a big number for him. "I actually have 350 million euros?" Jolson looked at him with a smile, but there was a hint of indescribable sympathy in his smile. He kept glancing at Maher.

Seeing that Gilbert had 350 million euros, Maher began to take off his own price tag out of curiosity, and sighed: "It's a great gift, Mr. Jolson, thank you very much, I will keep it forever."

This is his first time, so it is memorable no matter what.

He slowly took out his own price tag, and the first photo he saw was the one of him sliding on his knees when he scored the first goal.

Well, anyway, he feels very domineering.

As he slowly turned to his own worth, Maher's heart instantly jumped into his throat. He was not nervous, but excited. "800 million euros?"

"Hahaha."

Gilbert laughed, leaned back and pointed at Maher. "You're still not very good at joking."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the last two words were almost silently said by himself, ".like."

Gilbert also saw the bright red words "800 million euros".

He thought of Maher's data, and then thought of their ages, stared and frowned, his face instantly turned green, "No, really?"

Maher smiled and stood up, took the price tag to his display stand and put it away, then looked back at him, "Put yours up there too?"

Gilbert looked at the 350 on his sign and the 800 on Maher's sign. When he realized that he was not even half as good as Maher, he subconsciously wanted to crush the sign.

He walked into the room angrily with the sign in his hand, leaving behind a lonely back.

"suffer?"

Maher looked confused and spread his hands, saying, "I really won't follow your lead on this brand."

Lisbon, Portugal at night.

Mendes Agency, Office of the Chairman.

A man walked in, handed over today's updated latest market value of players in various leagues in the UK, and turned away without saying a word.

Jorge Mendes put it on the table, closed his eyes and enjoyed the music in his headphones. This tycoon who basically controlled the European football transfer market in 04 was in his prime at this time.

After Cristiano Ronaldo won his first Ballon d'Or in 08 and moved to Real Madrid in 09, his name has become famous throughout Europe and Asia.

Not long ago this year, his coach Mourinho won the treble at Inter Milan and took over the Bernabeu coaching position with the remaining power of "dominating the world".

When it comes to commercial football, you can’t avoid this successful football businessman.

"Let's take a look."

After a long time, Mendes put down his headphones and picked up the list of net worth. He didn't look at the column with the highest net worth because he was familiar with them.

The page he focused on was the fourth page, which showed the increase in net worth.

This is the most important point, and it is also the column where new rising stars will be revealed.

His agency has many people who specialize in browsing competitions in various countries, but manpower is limited after all. Transfermarkt is an important website that provides him with reference.

You can look for players here and then assign someone to monitor them.

"Mael?"

The age of 17 is always particularly conspicuous. It is linked to potential. When it appears here, it is basically destined to be a demon star. "I think I have heard of it."

Mendes remembered that someone had mentioned this name to him two weeks ago and he had someone monitor him, and it seemed that the person was an Arsenal player.

He picked up his phone, searched for unread messages, and soon saw a videotape report about 'English Championship Sheffield United Maher'.

It took him more than ten minutes to read the report carefully, then he picked up his phone and sent a voice message, "Send the right person to contact the player, keep watching, and tell me if there's anything."

17 years old, 4 goals and 4 assists in the Championship. Putting down his phone, Mendes smiled. This year is really a turbulent year in European football.

(End of this chapter)