Poaching people?

Cantalero seriously suspected that Gao Han was pushing himself into the fire pit.

In his past forty years, he asked himself to be diligent, diligent, honest, and never offended anyone. Now he wants him to come forward to poach people? Is this aphorism?

It's so outrageous, isn't it?

But he couldn't resist Gao Han's big hats that were pushing one after another on his head, Cantalero had no choice but to resist.

Sometimes he even wondered if Gao Han had put medicine in the wine, which made his mind pause at that moment, and he actually agreed to him by chance.

Oh my God, can I do the kind of job that kind of poaching people?

Even if he drove into the internal parking lot of the Calderon Stadium in Madrid, got out of the car, and looked at the suit he was wearing, which had been tailor-made in Gaohan's store before, it felt awkward no matter how he looked.

Over the past few years, he has been with sportswear, and he has counted dozens of fingers in his suit.

But now, not only do you have to wear a suit and tie, but also wear leather shoes, which is like a nightmare.

“Everything is a first time.”

Cantalero murmured Gao Han's words to encourage him, took a deep breath, put on his briefcase, and walked towards the office.

Because he made a call in advance and made an appointment, Cantalero was quickly brought to General Manager Xiao Hill.

When the general manager of Atletico saw Cantalero's outfit, he burst out laughing. Fortunately, he was not drinking water now, otherwise he would have sprayed his head and face.

"Smile, just smile." Cantalero began to realize a little, pulled open the chair and sat down opposite him honestly and unceremoniously.

"Sorry, Carlos, I'm really a little uncomfortable." Xiao Hill was still smiling.

Cantalero waved his hand and signaled that he didn't care.

I can't even stand it myself, let alone others?

Looking at his appearance, Xiao Hill almost burst into laughter again, but tried hard to hold it back.

"Okay, I won't be kidding, just talk about the serious matter." Xiao Hill said seriously.

Cantalero nodded heavily, reached into his pocket, took out a business card, and handed it to Xiao Hill seriously, "Michelle, this is my business card."

"Business card?" Xiao Hill was a little surprised, but he still took it with both hands. When he saw it, he was a little surprised.

I saw the business card that said, Carlos Cantalero, technical director of Chinatown Football Club.

"You have changed jobs too?" Xiao Hill blurted out and asked.

Not long ago, Atletico Madrid's technical director Paul Foterre changed jobs and went to Manchester City, with the position as general manager.

As the saying goes, people go to high places and water flows to low places. Atletico Madrid did not stop Paul Fottery. Both sides broke up peacefully and let the latter go to England high places.

So, little Hill is now vaguely joking about Paul Futerrey.

"It's different. Paul takes the initiative, I'm forced." Cantalero was very depressed.

To be honest, if he asked him to choose, he would rather be on the football field.

"Okay, Mr. Technical Director, is there anything I can help you?" Xiao Hill asked with a smile.

Cantalero looked at the expression of Xiao Hill in front of him, and he didn't understand that he must be laughing in his heart.

It’s all because of the fatal Gao Han!

After doing nothing, Cantalero decided to do it.

"He asked me to poach your corner."

"What?" Xiao Hil couldn't laugh out loud, poaching?

I'm going, is it so open and honest?

That's not right. He is the technical director of Chinatown. What are the corners he has tapped?

"No, please make it clear, who should I dig?" Xiao Hill was surprised.

Although Chinatown is now a team in the Spanish Second Division, Atletico Madrid is a favorite to compete for the La Liga championship. Is it okay for the two teams to be completely different in size?

Still poaching?

A Torres' salary is enough for the entire Chinatown team to eat for a year.

"Marcos Sena." Cantalero replied seriously.

"It's him." Xiao Hill was a little surprised, but soon felt relieved.

Marcos Senna was a powerful player promoted by Gao Han, and was also the humeral minister of Spain's European Cup. He was praised by Aragones as the cornerstone of the team's championship. However, after the start of the new season, he suffered an injury and rested for three months before he started training in early December.

If it were in the past, Marcos Senna should have played the main force as soon as she returned, but this time the injury was serious and the rest period was relatively long. Moreover, Marcos Senna was already thirty-two years old, and she was there.

What's more, during the period when he was recuperating, Gabby performed very well, had the ability to take on the team's midfielder, and won the trust of Heinx, so Marcos Senna failed to play as the main player after his comeback.

Xiao Hill didn't expect that Gao Han would actually target Marcossena, which was interesting.

"It was Gao Han who asked you to dig?" Xiao Hill asked with concern.

"It's true, so if you want to scold him, don't blame me." Cantalero laughed immediately.

It turns out that this kind of dark man feels really good.

Xiao Hill laughed even more.

In fact, everyone is friends. Although they are talking about serious things, they do not hinder behind the scenes.

"If it is what Gao Han wants, it will definitely not be given. With his eyes, he will definitely not miss it." Xiao Hill smiled.

After hearing this, Cantalero nodded calmly and said, "Yes, you are right, but not necessarily."

"What's the meaning?"

"Marcos Senna does have a huge role in Chinatown, but it may not be for Atletico Madrid. You have Gabi, Seduketa, and Javi Alonso. You don't lack Marcos Senna."

This is also true.

Chinatown's performance in the Spanish Second Division this season is not good, and it is currently even ranked outside the top ten. Many people can see that it is caused by the midfield loss. Otherwise, Falcao would not have been able to get the first place in the scorer list.

Marcos Senna is a veteran. With Atletico Madrid's talent, he has little effect, but he can play a key role in Chinatown and may even become the team's midfield pillar. It is indeed incomparable.

"And, Michelle, don't forget that he will be thirty-three after playing this season," Cantalero reminded.

These words were all said to him before, and he reorganized them himself and took them out to convince Xiao Hill.

Xiao Hill knew in his heart that the age of thirty-three is indeed a problem for professional players.

In fact, during the recovery period of Marcos Senna, the team has not considered his situation. If he could really be allowed to play for Chinatown as Gao Han said, it would be a good thing for Atletico Madrid.

At the very least, getting together and parting together will bring each other's face.

"But, Carlos, is he willing to go?" Xiao Hill felt that this was also a very big problem.

Marcos Sena performed quite well in the European Cup and won the attention of many teams, but his age is there, which is why many teams are discouraged, especially after more than two months of injury this time.

"We will do our best to convince him, but there is one problem."

"What?" Xiao Hill frowned, always feeling that it was not a good thing.

"You also know that we are not well-off in finance, and we are very tight on our hands now. We don't have much money and can't afford Marcossena's transfer fee for the time being. So, we mean to rent it first, buy it out after half a year, and pay in installments."

Xiao Hill was almost stunned.

Oh my god, this is too unreasonable, right?

Rent first and then buy out, and installment?

"Okay, okay, I'll give you face." Xiao Hill hesitated for a moment and agreed.

Who made everyone so familiar?

But Cantalero grabbed his ears and asked awkwardly, "The salary during the rental period"

Xiao Hill is really about to explode now, pointing at Cantalero and can't speak for a long time.

I've seen shameless, but I've never seen such shameless.

The key is to be a scoundrel.

"Carlos, listen to me, you must not stay in Chinatown again. If this continues, you will definitely be ruined by that guy Gao Han, do you know?" Xiao Hill advised earnestly.

Cantalero also had a look of my deepest feeling and nodded constantly.

"We also need a technical director here. Otherwise, I will give him Marcos Senna. How about you come to us as a technical director?" Xiao Hill turned the gun and dug up Gao Han's corner.

Just look, see who digs whom the corner.

Cantalero smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid this won't work."

"Why?"

"Before leaving, he just signed a contract with me, and now he will have to pay a large penalty for changing jobs." Cantalero said this, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Xiao Hill almost cursed, Gao Han even planned to do this.

In fact, his abacus was also very good.

Gao Han looked at people with one person accurately. He regarded Chinatown as a treasure and arranged Cantalero as the technical director. He must think that he was competent and would do a good job.
To be continued...