After closing the webpage on his computer, Li Shiguang had already banished the name Eto'o from his mind. He sat back down on the sofa, smiling at Raiola without saying a word.

Raiola was naturally unaware of Li Shiguang's thoughts, but being stared at for so long made the fat man a little uneasy.

After carefully considering his words, Raiola spoke.

"Mr. Li, I'm married."

"Yes, I know."

"Mr. Li, my family is quite happy."

"Yes, I know."

"Uh... Mr. Li, I like women, but if you really..."

"Fuck you, I like women too. Have you never seen Shakira before or what?"

"Then why are you staring at me like that?"

Raiola was on the verge of tears; Li Shiguang's strange gaze was truly frightening him.

"Fatty!" Li Shiguang stopped calling for Mino and squeezed next to Raiola, putting his arm around his shoulder and asking, "From what you just said, it means Adriano's agent has changed to you?"

Raiola nodded: "Yes, Gilmar has already sold his agency contract to me."

"So this is what you're doing in Brazil?"

“Uh… no, that’s not it.” Raiola began to explain, “Actually, I went to Brazil at Inter Milan’s request. They wanted me to go to Brazil to prepare for Adriano’s return, since they’re sending him back to Brazil this year.”

Upon hearing this, Li Shiguang frowned; it didn't seem to be like this in his memory.

Adriano only completely lost his starting position under Mancini, and Mancini is still coaching Lazio, isn't he?

"Huh? The situation is serious? Inter Milan has given up on him?" Li Shiguang's tone was slightly surprised!

Li Shiguang had seen Adriano's current situation both in his memory and occasionally in the media. He noted that the kid had started to decline since the Confederations Cup last year.

Raiola didn't notice the strangeness in Li Shiguang's tone. He nodded first, then shook his head: "The situation is indeed a bit serious. Adriano's current physique... how should I put it... it might be even more exaggerated than Ronaldo's. But Inter Milan has no intention of giving up on him!"

"To be honest, Moratti is a very loyal businessman. Since that incident, he and Zanetti have met with Adriano countless times late at night to talk with him all night, trying to comfort him and help him get out of his pain. But it seems that it is not working well. Moreover, I heard from Gilmar recently that Adriano has become a little depressed."

"They didn't give up on him?" Li Shiguang was full of questions. He only remembered that Adriano was sent back to Brazil by Inter Milan, but he hadn't really paid attention to the specific transactions between the clubs. "Then why would you need to go to Brazil to help him? You don't mean you need to go back early to clean his house, do you?"

“Uh…no, that’s not it.” Li Shiguang’s question made Raiola very conflicted. “Mr. Li, please don’t look at me like that, it’s putting a lot of pressure on me!”

Out of professional ethics, he absolutely could not reveal this kind of thing to anyone outside of Inter Milan.

But the person in front of him, with innocent big eyes and a face full of expectation, was his biggest sugar daddy.

To tell or not to tell? For a moment, Raiola was caught in a dilemma.

Li Shiguang knew exactly what Raiola was thinking. Strictly speaking, he shouldn't have asked such a sensitive question, but after all, it was Adriano. If he could buy it at a low price, stick the healing card on him, and then resell it, he didn't know how much money he could make!

"Mino, don't worry, I'm tight-lipped!" Seeing Raiola's conflicted expression, Li Shiguang finally brought up the issue.

“No… Mr. Li… I know you’re very tight-lipped!” Raiola turned around and stared intently at Li Shiguang, saying, “But this does involve my professional ethics. You wouldn’t want your partner to be an agent who has absolutely no professional ethics, would you?”

Hey? You actually started having a serious talk with me?

Seeing how serious Raiola's answer was, Li Shiguang almost burst out laughing. Luckily, I know what kind of person you are, otherwise I would have actually believed you.

So he stopped beating around the bush and went straight to the point: "Aren't you Adriano's agent now? If I make an offer to Inter Milan to buy him, how much profit would you make based on my offer?"

"What? Did I hear that right, Mr. Li? You want to buy Adriano?" Raiola stared at Li Shiguang in astonishment, unable to believe it.

"Yes, I do have that idea."

"But what's the point of buying him? He's in really, really bad shape right now. Moratti wants to send him back to São Paulo to recuperate!"

In desperation, Raiola revealed the purpose of his trip to Brazil.

"Recuperating? São Paulo?" Li Shiguang looked at Raiola curiously and laughed: "Tell me more about it."

A little embarrassed after accidentally revealing the truth, Raiola stood there, unsure of what to do, looking at Li Shiguang: "Uh..."

"What the hell? You've said everything you could and couldn't say. I'm just asking you, do you still want to make money?"

“Sigh, alright then.” Raiola sat down again, looking at Li Shiguang with a helpless expression as he described Adriano’s current situation. “Inter Milan and São Paulo have reached an agreement. This year, they will send Adriano back to São Paulo to play matches and maintain his form while recovering from his illness. His current condition is terrible. He’s an alcoholic, out of shape, has trouble concentrating in training, and suffers from depression. He has almost everything that shouldn’t be present in a professional player!”

Li Shiguang could see Adriano's situation clearly in the system, so there was no need for Raiola to explain it to him.

But Li Shiguang is still unclear about Inter Milan's current attitude towards him: "You just said that Inter Milan has not given up on him, so they are loaning him to São Paulo?"

Raiola nodded: "Yes, Moratti originally wanted to keep him, but as far as I know, Mancini seems to be their manager next season, and he is very unhappy with Adriano's current situation."

"Mancini doesn't want him?" A smile returned to Li Shiguang's face as he turned to Raiola seriously and asked, word by word, "Fatty! Do you think he would agree if I made an offer to Moratti?"