Chapter 699 Return of the Magic Flute

"Coach!" Modric's voice was full of surprise.

"Luka, would you like to come to my side and create a great era together?"

Modric respected and convinced Fang Jue very much.

Last summer, Real Madrid wanted to introduce him, and even his agent persuaded him to go to Madrid.

Modric was hesitant at the time.

He called Fang Jue and asked Fang Jue for his opinion.

When Fang Jue said, "It's not suitable to go to a giant like Real Madrid", Modric obediently listened to his opinions and chose to stay in Ibiza.

Fang Jue called to invite him to Aston Villa. Modric was mentally prepared for this. In fact, he had been waiting for the call.

Modric responded quickly and firmly, "I do, coach!"

Without too much persuasion, and without Fang Jue introducing such a grand plan to the players, and without a diamond the size of a pigeon egg, Modric just said 'I do'.

Modric trusted Fang Jue. Two and a half years ago, Fang Jue brought him to Ibiza and created a miracle in Ibiza.

It was a wonderful experience.

It also directly created Fang Jue's prestige in Ibiza. Even if he has been away for a year and a half, Fang Jue is still a special one in the hearts of these Ibiza players.

Moreover, Modric is not stupid. Aston Villa is now an upstart in the Premier League and the defending champion of the Premier League.

The coach is his old mentor, and the team is an upstart who can play in the Champions League. In such an environment, he will not refuse it, both emotionally and rationally.

In addition, after Fang Jue took over Aston Villa, he took away Deisler, Clement, Mane and Coulibaly.

Then for a year and a half, Fang Jue didn't poach people from the old Ibiza department.

Now when calling the old department, he is the first to think of Modric. Modric is excited and proud of this.

"Very good, Luca, the Villa club will immediately discuss the transfer with Ibiza, and the club will also contact your agent to discuss a personal contract."

"I believe in you, coach," Modric said.

What is high emotional intelligence? This is high emotional intelligence. Now that he has decided to go to Aston Villa, Modric is very straightforward.

The more straightforward and trusting he is, the more he knows that Fang Jue will not treat him badly.

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Ibiza training base.

When training the next day, Modric was in very good condition, the boy looked very energetic, with a smile on his face all the time.

During the lunch break, Fareko stared at his roommate.

"What's wrong?" Modric asked.

"It's weird," Fareko said. "You won the million-dollar lottery?"

"I never buy lottery tickets."

"So the club gave you a salary increase and renewed your contract?"

Modric still shook his head.

He looked around and found no one else, and whispered joyfully, "The coach called me."

"What are you doing on the phone, calling you directly..." Fareko's eyes widened suddenly, "You mean?"

"Well, I'm going to Villa." Modric nodded.

"Congratulations, you can play under the coach again." Fareko said happily.

"I heard that Costa is going to transfer to Villa. Would you like me to talk to the coach and you go to Villa too." Modric said.

"No need." Farek shook his head.

"Is it because the coach didn't call you and you were angry."

"No." Fareco shook his head. "Even if Villa needs a striker, the coach will not call me, because the coach knows me and he knows that I will not leave Ibiza."

Fareko stood up and opened the window. Outside the window was the training ground. In the distance, Ibiza's newly built magnificent stadium could be seen.

"Luca, we are different, I am from Ibiza, I am a child of Ibiza, my dream is to stay here, play for my favorite hometown team, until I can't play anymore and retire here. "

Modric looked at Farek, didn't say anything, just patted Farek on the shoulder.

Everyone has his own choice. He is willing to go to the Premier League and follow Fang Jue. Fareko’s dream is to play for Ibiza for the rest of his life. This is his hometown team. Fareca made such a choice. Happy, just as he chose to go to Villa, which is also a happy choice.

Talks between Aston Villa and Ibiza over the transfer of Modric have progressed very quickly.

Ibiza did not set up obstacles for Modric's transfer. In other words, Fatty Li saw it very clearly. He knew that when Fang Jue sent an invitation to Modric, Ibiza would not be able to keep Modric.

"The hearts of the Croatians have flown to Ibiza."

As long as Ibiza's offer is reasonable and meets Ibiza's requirements, Fatty Li will let it go.

The transfer window will close in ten days, and the communication between the two sides is rapid.

After several offer negotiations within two days, Ibiza accepted Aston Villa's £25 million offer for Modric.

According to the current exchange rate, 25 million pounds equals approximately 29.36 million euros.

Two and a half years ago, when Fang Jue was in Ibiza, he spent 21 million euros on the introduction of Modric.

With Modric's current reputation and ability, the market price is almost around 30 million euros.

"I didn't expect you to be so neat." Fatty Li called Fang Jue, "I thought you would use your good relationship with Modric to lower the price."

"Am I that kind of person?" Fang Jue said, "You don't know me, so you can tell your friends."

The fat man gave a thumbs up, "Scholars will be treated with admiration for three days!"

Fang Jue expressed dissatisfaction, "I have always been digging my heart out for my friends."

Fang Jue admired this fat man a little. After he left, Ibiza has changed a lot. Now it has been able to remain stable in the middle of La Liga. If it performs well, it still has a chance to qualify for the Europa League. This is amazing.

Fang Jue hung up the phone and saw Leiberto looking at him.

And what kind of look is this?

It's very annoying.

...

"What are you looking at?" Fang Jue asked angrily.

"What are you doing?" Leiberto has already mastered Trump and Northeast dialect quite proficiently, and can even speak daily Cantonese. This guy is really obsessed with Chinese culture, and he can be said to be a Chinese hand.

You see, when he spoke, Leiberto rolled up his sleeves. He knew the follow-up development of these two sentences.

Fang Jue didn't have time to argue with this guy, "I think you misunderstood me deeply, and you praised me as a friend without seeing Fatty Li."

"I don't know you yet. You just want to maintain a good relationship with Ibiza, so you can continue to poach people from there in the future." Leiberto looked contemptuous.

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