Chapter 792： How is he?

Three days later, Abramovich took Granovskia and a lawyer representing the club, accompanied by Jorge Mendes, out of Barcelona's international airport.

They made an appointment with the Barcelona management three days ago and met today to discuss Fabregas’s transfer.

Out of the airport, Barcelona did not arrange for anyone to come and receive them.

This made Abramovich's face sinking, and he couldn't help it.

Too shameful, isn't it?

Is there such a welcome to God of Wealth?

Jorge Mendes is very good at observing words and colors. As soon as he sees Abramovich’s expression, he knows his thoughts and smiles slightly, "Roman, I have notified my partner in Barcelona, ​​he should be at the door. outer."

"Yeah!" Abramovich nodded.

The group took cover, especially Abramovich, who deliberately wore a pair of black oversized sunglasses, just for fear of being recognized. After all, this transfer has just begun to talk about. Although the success rate is high, it is not suitable. Exposure too early.

These years, many transfers have been exposed to death!

At the gate of the airport, a middle-aged Spanish man greeted him with a smile.

"Hey, Jorge, welcome to Barcelona!"

Jorge Mendes immediately greeted him with a smile. After the two met, he was polite and introduced Abramovich.

This makes the Spanish middle-aged Juan greatly flattered, because this is the richest man on the Forbes list!

"Come, come, come, get in the car, time is almost!"

But when Abramovich and others came to the parking lot and found that the car receiving them turned out to be Aston Martin's Lagonda Conqueror, their face suddenly became embarrassing.

Damn, what kind of luck is this?

How can you meet Yang Huan wherever you go?

But people are already here, what else can we do?

Forbearance, get in the car!

But when he got in the car, Juan, who was driving in front, boasted that his car had come.

"Jorge, this is the latest version of the 2014 Lagonda conscript, I am the first in Barcelona!"

"This car is made in China, the quality is leveraged, and the interiors are all handmade. You know, only China's labor costs can do it. If it is in Europe, it is estimated that the price will have to be doubled!"

"You touch, this workmanship, this material, absolutely nothing to say, you can finish those Porsches, Bentleys, Rolls-Royce and so on."

"More importantly, the latest model of this car has a lot of high technology. Look at the dashboard and the central control system. It's too sci-fi, is there?"

"Oh, the new crossover disruptor they launched has more high-tech technology. I was thinking, if a few orders can be completed this summer, I will buy it immediately. You don’t know it, in Barcelona. , Aston Martin’s cars are selling crazy, and you have to wait for half a year!"

"It's still comfortable for the Chinese. I heard my friends in China say that all Aston Martin's cars are given priority to the Chinese market. Say it, how nice to be a Chinese!"

Jorge Mendes was sitting in the passenger seat, secretly looking at Abramovich, who was sinking behind him, with a sigh of sorrow in his heart.

Niang Xipi, can you stop opening and picking which pot, okay?

Don't you know that the old man behind is a rival to the boss of Aston Martin?

Not to mention mentioning Aston Martin, even if only the Chinese are mentioned, he will get angry.

But what can he do?

Could it still make Juan Big Mouth shut up?

Therefore, I can only pray, hurry to the Nou Camp!

After finally getting to the Nou Camp, where would Jorge Mendes dare to let Juan stay, he quickly thought of a way to let Juan go first, and then contact him later.

Mendes breathed a sigh of relief as the Aston Martin who watched Juan and him leave.

"Let's go in!" Abramovich said solemnly.

A group of four entered the Nou Camp and came to the administrative office in Barcelona.

"Hello, I am the lawyer representing Chelsea. We are from London and we have an appointment with Vice Chairman Bartomeu."

As soon as he walked in, the lawyer who followed went to the front desk and explained his intentions to the middle-aged woman sitting at the front desk.

"Oh, Chelsea!" The middle-aged woman raised her head behind the desk, glanced at the people in front of her, and then lowered her head, seemingly too lazy to ignore them, "Sit down there, Vice Chairman Bartomeu is not here, you Hold on!"

"But, we made an appointment three days ago!"

"There is no way to make an appointment. Now Vice Chairman Bartomeu is not there. You must wait or come back another day!"

This time, the middle-aged woman at the front desk did not even look up, and replied impatiently.

Everyone knows that Barcelona fans have a serious dislike for Chelsea.

Especially when now the head coach of Chelsea is Mourinho.

The representative lawyer is also a little angry. What kind of service attitude is this?

But what can he do, he can only go back and report to Abramovich.

"What? Not here?" Abramovich exclaimed in his heart.

I told you three days in advance that I was coming, and I called them to report in advance.

Oh, it’s fine if you don’t arrange for someone to pick you up, but now you are still missing?

What do you mean?

"I think there may be something really wrong!" Jorge Mendes also hopes to facilitate the transfer, "Or, let's wait first, I'll call and ask."

"Well!" Abramovich was also angry, but he could only do so.

People are here, it's impossible to leave right away, right?

Mendes took out his cell phone, found a phone number, and called.

"Hey, Maria, it's me, Jorge, yes, I'm already at Camp Nou now, oh, come here, well, I'll be waiting for you in the reception room!" After speaking, he hung up the phone.

"Maria Deisiti Juflesa, Barcelona's Deputy Secretary."

"Oh!" Abramovich nodded.

Normally, it is impossible for a team like Barcelona to have a secretary for the management alone.

Therefore, the entire management can only share one secretary, but if there are more affairs, an assistant must be assigned to the secretary.

It didn't take long for Jufraisa to come.

This is also a Spanish middle-aged woman in her early forties, who looks familiar with Mendes.

And Mendes also mentioned the impolite behavior of the lady at the front desk while introducing Abramovich and others.

"Oh, I am sorry for the behavior of my colleague just now, but please forgive me, many Barcelona fans don't like Chelsea, especially Mourinho's Chelsea!" Zhu Flesa curled his lips and shook his head helplessly.

Mendes is gone, "Maria, we made an appointment with Vice Chairman Bartomeu, is he not here now?"

"Well, yes, he went to the airport to pick him up!"

"Pick up?" Mendes was taken aback. His first reaction was that Bartomeu was going to pick up their plane.

"Then you have to call him quickly, we have already come by ourselves!" Granovsky smiled.

Abramovich looked much better this time.

At least, Barcelona still values ​​themselves very much, and they dispatched the vice chairman to pick up the plane. It's a pity that they passed by, but at least they have proven their sincerity, haven't they?

"Oh, you are misunderstood, he is not going to pick up your plane!" Jufraisa explained a little embarrassingly.

what!

At this time, both Abramovich and Granovsky couldn't help it.

Yayagope’s, it's an oolong!

"By the way, do you have anything to do with Vice Chairman Bartomeu?" Zhu Friesa quickly changed the subject.

Mendes glanced at Abramovich who was indignant, and was helpless. "We are here to talk about the transfer of Fabregas. We have talked with Vice Chairman Bartomeu on the phone before. And made an appointment."

I don’t know, when he said this, Juflisa shook his head, “You should go to Anthony for the transfer. How can you contact the vice chairman of Bartomeu? He is not responsible for the specific transfer operation. Yeah!"

"Anthony?" Mende was a little surprised.

"Yes, sports director Anthony Subizaretta, he is responsible for the transfer operation."

This time Abramovich was really angry.

Damn it, introducing a player, how did this happen?

Mendes saw Abramovich's anger and panic. "When I called before, your staff picked up Bartomeu's line. I thought..."

"The staff must have made a mistake!"

Mendes could only smile wryly this time, "Maria, can you please contact Subizaretta for me?"

"He is at Camp Nou now, I just saw him!"

"Really?" Mendes was full of surprises, it was really a turnaround.

"Then, Maria, can you arrange for us to meet him?"

Jufraisa thought for a while, "I have to check this, but if he is free, there should be no problem."

"Then trouble you!" Mendes laughed.

He can only seek help from Jufraisa now.

At exactly this moment, they heard a movement in the lobby at the entrance of the office.

Then I saw Anthony Subizaretta and Barcelona Chairman Roselle, rushing into the lobby from the office area and heading straight to the door.

"It's just right, I'm going to ask now!"

"Okay, please, Maria!"

After Zhufreisa left a smile, he left the reception room, followed them quickly, and walked out the door.

"What's the matter?" Abramovich was a little strange.

Standing up, walking to the window, through the window, you can see that Russell, Subizareta and others are standing at the gate waiting.

"I'll wipe, what big man is coming? Let them wait at the gate?" Abramovich was a little surprised.

Is it the President of Spain? Or the prime minister?

"Who knows? But it looks like it should have a big background!" Mendes and others also leaned to the window to watch the excitement.

Everyone is curious, who is it?

The answer will soon be revealed!

A black Audi A8 drove from a distance and steadily stopped at the gate of the Nou Camp office.

The Barcelona team logo is printed on the body, which is a special reception car arranged by the sponsor Audi for Barcelona.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Bartomeu getting in and out of the passenger seat.

And Jufraisa, who was standing next to Roselle, hurriedly greeted him and opened the rear door of the car.

Then, I saw a young Oriental getting out of the car.

As soon as he saw him, Abramovich was surprised.

"Yang Huan!"

How is he?

Even if Yang Huan turned into ashesAbramovich could recognize him!

Why did this guy suddenly come to Camp Nou?

And, when did his relationship with Barcelona get so good?

Can Roselle and Bartomeu pay so much attention?

On the other hand, Yayagope’s didn’t pick up the plane from the airport, nor did he pick up the car. He even came to the Camp Nou Stadium and came to the door on his own initiative.

They are still in the reception room now!

This gap is too big, right?

It's too much, too outrageous!

Uncle can bear it, my aunt can't bear it!

Abramovich even has an urge to vomit blood!