Chapter 25: A Market Without Prices

  Free kick, no one naturally went forward to compete with Chen Haonan for the ball. Two hours ago, Chen Haonan's free kick skills had already been revealed without a doubt. Even Guti was unmoved, but his eyes were somewhat complex in color, and he couldn't help but lean towards Nicolas.

  "Hey, you think Hao Nan can score? I'm not doubting his footwork, I'm just worried that his penalty kick speed isn't fast enough..."

  The voice was very small, as thin as a mosquito. It turned out that this was what Gutierrez was worried about.

  No wonder he's worried, if it were the previous penalty kick speed, as long as the goalkeeper isn't disabled, they could easily catch the ball.

  "I don't know..." Nicholas was also uncertain in his heart.

  A teammate he had just met for half a day, who knows? "However, since he is still our assistant coach, he must have some tricks up his sleeve..." Nicolas finally put his hopes on him.

  Also... Guti's gaze was drawn back, ready to shoot at any time... In case Chen Haonan's shot is not successful, this cannon will immediately kill the front line.

  Chan Ho-nam retreated far, far back, just like he did when he was previously fighting with Curtis.

  Uh... Is this going to be a powerful shot? The Saint Paul players, lined up like a human wall, saw Chen Haonan retreating and were frightened into a cold sweat.

  "Don't jump! Whatever you do, don't jump!" Alonso's voice thundered across the court.

  His players naturally didn't dare to disobey his orders, but the seven-man wall, surprisingly, had three people turn their backs, facing their own goal, and shrinking their heads. The four people below, all crossed their arms, rubbing their crotch...

  Yes, Chen Haonan's shooting posture, at their young age, they naturally want to protect their lives. If this guy kicks out a powerful shot like Brazilian legend Roberto Carlos, that's not a joke.

  Nicholas Ng is not joking because he knows it's all fake, Chan Ho Nam isn't intimidating his opponents but rather using them as a springboard, originally needing to go that far because his legs don't have the power.

  Damn it, I'll give it a shot. Although my feet are killing me, if I can just send these bastards back to S?o Paulo, it won't be in vain even if I'm in pain for another ten days or half a month! That's what Chen Haonan thought to himself.

  He had already started running, but his speed once again astonished everyone in S?o Paulo.

  What... is this kicking method?

  The ball soared high in the air, its speed about twice as fast as before, but still slow...

  Banana shot? Yes, a beautiful banana curve flying towards the goal of S?o Paulo.

  The goalkeeper stared blankly ahead, his feet moving swiftly beneath him.

  It's not that he can't judge the flight path of the ball, but this route is heading towards a theoretical blind spot...

  Fà kè, qiú mén yòu shàng jiǎo!

  Translation: Fà kè, top right corner of the goal!

  He jumped up with his still underdeveloped body and prayed that his hands would grow twenty centimeters longer.

  But he still didn't touch the ball.

  That damn slow-moving leather ball really got stuck in a theoretical dead angle and went straight into the net!

  Perfect kill, perfect goal!

  Three beats two, reversal!

  Santos' players rushed excitedly towards Chan Ho Nam again.

  Denerison just faintly revealed a relaxed smile, who said he was useless? Maybe...he can go to the youth team for training, Taylor's vision, no mistake......

  S?o Paulo manager Alonso also calmed down after grabbing a handful of his disheveled hair.

  This guy! We've got him cornered! Santos? With their finances, can they afford to keep him? He strode powerfully in the direction of Drenthe.

  "This kid, we want him for St Paul's. Name your price." The tone was sharp and commanding, with no room for negotiation.

  De Niro stood by and didn't take him seriously at all.

  "Oliviera, did you hear that? We're taking this kid!" Alonzo repeated, suppressing his anger!

  "Ah?" Nielsen rarely turned around, looking at Alonso with a bewildered expression. "What did you say? You want this kid? This kid is just like my wife, always following me around. Don't believe me? Ask him after the game..."

  Upon hearing this from Danielsen, Alonso's face immediately turned black. Why was he so sarcastic and dissatisfied with Danielsen? It was all because of Danielsen's wife.

  That's a long story...

  Alonso is nothing, but he is a relative of the chairman of S?o Paulo. He took a liking to Danielsen's wife that year, but unfortunately, he jumped around and still watched as Danielsen hugged her in his arms.

  Chen Haonan should have known the reason by now if he was present at the scene.

  "I won't talk to you, I want to talk to your chairman!"

  ……

  "It's useless even if you go... That was signed by the chairman himself, so just roll back to S?o Paulo..." Denilson finally burst out laughing loudly.

  At this time, the game finally ended.

  Alonso didn't stop his pace and ran towards Santos' office instead.

  He didn't believe a word Denilson said, it's nonsense. No young player can resist the temptation of money and no chairman is immune to the lure of cash either. Unless they are very rich, but has Santos been rich recently?

  If there was money, Neymar would not have gone to Barcelona and the expensive first-team coach would not have been fired.

  In order to save expenses.

  This time he came, the real purpose is not to humiliate Santos, but secretly wanting to humiliate Denilson. On another level, it means coming to see what good seedlings Santos has, and then taking advantage of the situation to gain an advantage...

  As a relative of the chairman of S?o Paulo, he naturally knew many inside stories. Although his coaching level was not good, just like the difference in football skills between him and Denílson back then was worlds apart, but in this era, relationships were the most important thing. So after Denílson ended his career, he could only stay at Santos, a fallen giant, while Alonso held the position of coach of S?o Paulo's youth team for 20 years.

  But after he came out of Santos headquarters, he was completely speechless.

  What does Ribeiro mean? Why is it so resolute? Not even moved by money?

  What does this mean? Even a big shot like Neymar can be sold, and yet they won't let go of this unknown kid? The more he thought about it, the angrier and more suspicious he became. Could it be that this kid is really priceless? Is there no market for him?

  Look at that age, should be around 15 or 16 years old? A person of this size shouldn't be buried in Brazilian football, right? Yellow skin? Hmm, this person seems a bit familiar... where have I seen him before? Alonso's mind is all on Chen Haonan.

  De Niro's rejection, Ribero's refusal, and his own speculation all made him strongly interested in Chen Haonan.

  I must get to the bottom of this, what's the origin of this kid!