There is a dream called football

Chapter 128 Invitation from the Russian Tycoon

Chapter 128 Invitation from the Russian Tycoon

"Cesa, the people on my side are staring at Jose, but there is no movement, what about your side?"

The Sun is indeed the strongest gossip newspaper in Europe, and he even found out Abramovich's whereabouts.

"On a private yacht."

"That can't be helped, we can't go up."

Cesa also understands this truth. You can take pictures and interviews in public places, but once you go to a private place, it is illegal to secretly take pictures.

The Sun is not afraid of getting into a lawsuit, but considering that the other party is beating local tyrants, this... still has to be weighed.

"You don't need to be an officer on my side, just keep an eye on the club's side."

"OK."

*****

Lopez stared, but couldn't actually see anything, only that Mourinho's car seemed to have entered the base.

"It would be great if you could find someone to ask."

At this moment, Lopez saw Li Qiao and Maniche coming out. Both of them were hitchhiking. Li Qiao didn't have a car, while Maniche was lazy.

The two standing on the side of the road became prey in Lopez's eyes.

Maniche and Li Qiao were chatting and laughing when suddenly someone approached them.

"Hello."

Maniche pointed at the other party, "I seem to remember you, you should be a reporter."

"Yes, Lopez of the Record."

Li Qiao also remembered the other party and said a few polite words.

"The next step is to play Real Madrid."

Li Qiao and Maniche exchanged glances, it seems that they came to inquire about the news, this kind of situation is not uncommon, just play Tai Chi with them.

Maniche took the initiative to say: "Real Madrid is a difficult opponent. Do you think we have a certain chance of winning?"

Lopez thought to himself, what the hell, are you a reporter or am I a reporter?

"I think it's [-]-[-]. Porto is not what it used to be. Even in terms of odds offered by bookmakers, you are second only to Real Madrid."

"Really? Then we should buy some." Maniche laughed.

"You should buy some." Li Qiao also smiled.

At this moment, Baia's car drove by. He knew Lopez. Maniche made a gesture of emergency. For reporters, players should keep a distance, not too close, and of course not to offend.

Baia honked the car horn, "Get in the car."

"Finally saved." Li Qiao and Maniche breathed a sigh of relief.

Lopez's mouth moved, but he couldn't say a word, as if he was suddenly dumb.

Looking at the back of the car leaving, Lopez wondered in his heart: "Could it be that there is something wrong with the club? The mouth is so tight today."

*****

Mourinho on the helicopter was a little nervous. It was the first time he took such a small plane, and it felt very bumpy.

"I feel like I'm falling apart. This plane feels really ordinary."

"Small aircraft are like this, and we are on the sea surface, and the airflow is not stable."

Mourinho nodded.

After about 15 minutes, a yacht with a landing pad appeared in front of him.

"Is this a yacht?"

Mourinho felt that he saw the warship, got off the helicopter, and several men in black hurried forward.

"this way please."

Taking the elevator, Mourinho and Mendes soon came to a spacious hall. This is a fan-shaped room with a very good view, and you can see the sea in front of you.

Just when Mourinho was fascinated, a voice came from behind.

"Is the scenery nice?"

Roman Abramovich.

This is the first time Mourinho met Abramovich. This is how the person who later influenced each other's life with him met in this way.

"Hi, Roman."

"Hello, Jose."

The three sat down, and there were several blonde beauties standing beside them. Abu smiled and said, "We can talk freely. They are Russians and don't speak English."

Talking about what Abu said to them in Russian, someone handed them water.

The first time we met, the atmosphere was a bit stiff, after a while, Mourinho decided to take the initiative to break the deadlock.

"Roman, do you know football?"

This question is very interesting, because it is rumored that the real purpose of Abramovich's acquisition of Chelsea is money laundering, that is, transferring his assets in Russia.

"Of course, the former Soviet Union won the runner-up in the European Cup. We like football very much."

"No, I mean..."

Mourinho and Mendes exchanged glances, and this tiny detail was keenly captured by Abramovich.

"It's okay, just tell me."

Mourinho paused, and said in a blunt tone: "The outside world is rumored that you invest in football for money laundering."

"Hahaha."

Abu is happy, to be honest, yes!

Russia is cracking down on oligarchs at this time, and Abramovich is one of the most famous oligarchs, but this is not entirely true, because Abramovich is also really interested in football.

But Abramovich doesn't want to be honest about his true thoughts. After all, investing in Chelsea is hundreds of millions of pounds, and he has tens of billions of pounds. He doesn't need to be honest about some of his true thoughts in front of Mourinho.

Mourinho said: "To be precise, I invest in football to make money."

"Make money?" Mourinho said with a smile: "Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed. The football club will burn money for ten years, and it is impossible to make money for you."

"Then consider it a long-term investment."

Abramovich tapped on the table lightly, and the beautiful woman beside him added some champagne, "I know what you mean, you are worried that I am a short-term investment. I can assure you that I will invest in Chelsea for a long time."

Mourinho nodded. The other party is the boss, and many things are his privacy. For Mourinho himself, it is enough for the club to remain stable for five years.

"Well, Roman, please understand, I must know that this club is stable before I will go."

"I can understand, and this should be understood, no problem."

"How about we chat while eating, what do you think?"

Mourinho smiled and said yes, Abramovich said something to the people around him in Russian, and then the food was served.

From this point, we can see Abramovich's strength. He didn't let Mourinho order by himself, but specified what he thought was good.

"They're all Russian dishes. I don't know if you like them or not, but I'm making my own claim. I think you should try them."

Mendes took a sip of the beet soup, which was fine.

"Delicious."

Mourinho took a mouthful of stewed beef. The stewed beef was so bad that it melted in the mouth. Mourinho gave a thumbs up, "Very good, I like it."

There is no wine table culture in foreign countries, but it should be universal to talk about things while eating. It may be because people are more relaxed and happy when eating, and it is more comfortable to talk about things in this situation.

While eating and drinking, Abu suddenly asked, "I want to know what your salary is in your heart."

Mourinho thought to himself, "Finally we've got to the point."

(End of this chapter)