Chapter 792 Why Is It Him?

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

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

Walking out of the airport, Barcelona did not arrange for anyone to receive them.

This made Abramovich's face darken, and he couldn't hang on.

It's outrageous, isn't it?

Is there anyone who welcomes the God of Wealth so much?

Jorge Mendes is very good at observing words and feelings. As soon as he saw Abramovich's expression, he knew what he was thinking, and smiled slightly, "Roman, I have already notified my partner in Barcelona, ​​and he should be at the door. outside."

"Yeah!" Abramovich nodded.

The whole group covered themselves, especially Abramovich, who deliberately wore a pair of black oversized sunglasses, just for fear of being recognized by others. After all, this transfer has only just begun. Although the success rate is high, it is not suitable Expose too early.

These days, many transfers are exposed!

When we arrived at the gate of the airport, a middle-aged Spanish man greeted us with a smile.

"Hey Jorge, welcome to Barcelona!"

Jorge Mendes also greeted him immediately with a smile. After the two met, they were polite and introduced Abramovich.

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

"Come on, come on, come on, get in the car, it's almost time!"

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

Damn, what kind of fucking luck is this?

How can you meet Yang Huan wherever you go?

But everyone has already come, otherwise what else can we do?

Bear with me, get in the car!

But in the car,

Juan, who was driving in front, boasted about his car.

"Jorge, this is the latest version of the 2014 Lagonda Expedition, and I'm the first in Barcelona!"

"This car is made in China, the quality is excellent, and the interior is all handmade. You know, it is only possible to do it with the labor cost in China. If it is in Europe, the price may have to be doubled!"

"Touch it, this workmanship, this material, absolutely nothing to say, blow up those Porsches, Bentleys, Rolls-Royces 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, isn't it?"

"Gee, they've got a new disruptor crossover, and more tech, and I'm thinking, if I can get a few orders this summer, I'll buy it right away, you don't even know, in Barcelona , Aston Martin’s cars are selling like crazy, and we have to wait half a year for the car!”

"It's still comfortable for Chinese people. I heard from my friends in China that all Aston Martin's cars are given priority to the Chinese market. Tell me, it's great to be Chinese!"

Jorge Mendes was sitting in the passenger seat, secretly aiming at the sinking Abramovich behind him, feeling sad in his heart.

Damn Xipi, can you stop the pot from opening and carry the pot, okay?

Don't you know that the old man in the back is a deadly enemy with the boss of Aston Martin?

Not to mention mentioning Aston Martin, even if it only mentions Chinese, he will get angry.

But what can he do?

Could it still make Juan the Big Mouth shut up?

So, I can only pray, hurry to Camp Nou!

After finally making it to the Camp Nou, Jorge Mendes didn't dare to let Juan stay any longer, so he quickly thought of a way to let Juan go first, and then contact him when he turned around.

Watching Juan and his Aston Martin leave, Mendes breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go in!" Abramovich said in a deep voice.

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

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

As soon as he entered the door, the lawyer who followed walked to the front desk and explained his purpose to the middle-aged woman sitting at the front desk.

"Oh, from Chelsea!" The middle-aged woman raised her head behind the desk, glanced at the people in front of her, then lowered her head again, as if she was too lazy to pay attention to them, "Sit over there, Vice Chairman Bartomeu is not here, you guys Hold on!"

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

"I can't help but make an appointment. Vice Chairman Bartomeu is not here now. You can either wait or come back another day!"

This time, the middle-aged woman at the front desk replied impatiently without even raising her head.

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

Especially when Chelsea's manager is Mourinho again.

The representative lawyer was also a little angry, what kind of service attitude is this?

But what can he do, he can only walk back and report the situation to Abramovich.

"What? Not here?" Abramovich was annoyed.

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

Oh, it's fine if you don't arrange someone to pick you up, but now you're still missing?

What do you mean?

"I think there may be something really wrong!" Jorge Mendes also hoped to facilitate the transfer, "Why don't we just wait, I'll make a call and ask."

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

Everyone is here, so it's impossible to leave immediately, right?

Mendes pulled out his phone, found a number, and called.

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

"Maria de Isiti Giuffreza, Deputy Secretary of Barcelona."

"Oh!" Abramovich nodded.

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

Therefore, the entire management can only share one secretary, but if there are many affairs, the secretary must be equipped with an assistant.

It wasn't long before Giuffresa arrived.

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

While Mendes was introducing Abramovich and others, he mentioned the impolite behavior of the front desk lady just now.

"Oh, I'm sorry for my colleague's behavior just now, but please forgive me, many Barcelona fans don't like Chelsea, especially Mourinho's Chelsea!" Giuffresa pouted and shook his head helplessly.

Mendez went the same way, "Maria, we have an appointment with Vice President Bartomeu, isn't he here now?"

"Well, yes, he picked him up at the airport!"

"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 come by ourselves!" Granovskia laughed.

Abramovich looked much better now.

At least, Barcelona still attaches great importance to themselves, and even dispatched the vice chairman to pick up the plane, but it's a pity that they passed by, but at least they proved their sincerity, didn't they?

"Oh, you misunderstood, he is not going to pick up your plane!" Juflessa explained with some embarrassment.

ah!

This time, both Abramovich and Granovskia couldn't hold back their faces.

What happened to Yayagope is an oolong!

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

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

Unexpectedly, when he said this, Giuffresa shook his head, "You should go to Anthony for the transfer matter, how could you contact the vice chairman Bartomeu? He is not in charge of the specific transfer operation Yes!"

"Anthony?" Mende was a little surprised.

"Yes, sporting director Anthony Zubizarreta, he is in charge of the transfer operation."

This time Abramovich was really angry.

Damn, how could it be like this to bring in a player?

Seeing Abramovich's angry face, Mendes immediately panicked, "When I called before, your staff answered Bartomeu's line, I thought..."

"The staff must have made a mistake!"

Mendes could only smile wryly, "Maria, can you contact Zubizareta for me?"

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

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

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

Juflessa thought for a while, "I have to check this out, but if he's free, there should be no problem."

"Then trouble you!" Mendes laughed.

He can only seek help from Juflesa now.

Just at this time, they heard a commotion in the hall at the entrance of the office.

Then I saw Anthony Zubizarreta and Barcelona Chairman Russell rushing from the office area into the lobby and heading straight for the door.

"Exactly, I'll go ask now!"

"Okay, please, Maria!"

After Giufflesa left a smile, he left the reception room, quickly followed behind the two, and exited the gate.

"What's going on?" Abramovich felt a little strange.

He stood up and walked to the window. Through the window, he could see Russell, Subisareta and others were waiting at the gate.

"Damn it, what big people are coming? They are waiting 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 lot of background!" Mendes and others also gathered around the window to watch the excitement.

Everyone is curious in their hearts, who is it?

The answer will be revealed soon!

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

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

Immediately afterwards, Bartomeu was seen getting off the passenger seat.

Juflessa, who was standing next to Roselle, rushed to meet him and opened the door at the back of the car.

Then, a young oriental man was seen getting out of the car.

Upon seeing him, Abramovich lost his voice in surprise.

"Yang Huan!"

What is he?

Even if Yang Huan turns into ashes, Abramovich can recognize him!

Why did this guy suddenly come to Camp Nou?

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

How can Russell and Bartomeu pay so much attention?

On the other hand, Yaya Gopei’s did not go to the airport to pick him up, nor did he have a special car to pick him up. He even came to the Nou Camp Stadium and came to the door on his own initiative, and he was rejected?

But now it's still in the reception room!

Is this gap too big?

It's too much, too outrageous!

Uncle can bear it and auntie can't bear it!

Abramovich even had the urge to vomit blood!