Raiola was large and took up a whole chair by himself, while Allen and Kanter sat on another chair next to him.

I just sat down.

Raiola got straight to the point.

“Ngolo, you just said you know me, so you should know what I do! I'll be blunt: I want to sign a management contract with you, become your agent, and help you manage your career!”

"good."

"The benefits of signing a contract with me are..." Raiola's long-winded explanation was interrupted by Kanté's calm voice before it could even begin, "Wait, what did you just say? 'Okay'?"

“Yes, Mr. Raiola.” Kant nodded slightly.

Now it was Raiola's turn to look incredulous.

When he signs contracts with players, it always takes a lot of effort to talk to them, negotiating various terms until he's hoarse before they can reach an agreement.

Why does the style change when it comes to Kanté?

If you agree so easily, it will make me feel very unfulfilled, okay?

Raiola was a little annoyed: "Wait...aren't you going to ask about the terms? What if my commission is really high?"

“Mr. Raiola, I’m just a player who plays in amateur leagues and fails every trial with a professional team. I know my own worth very well.” Kanté spoke calmly, as if he weren’t talking about his own experience. “I’m more than happy that you came to me in person. Why would I need to negotiate with you?”

“But seeing your expression doesn’t make me happy either…” Raiola muttered.

Allen, who was sitting next to them, found their conversation amusing.

After Kant finished speaking.

Allen spoke up: "Ngolo, to be honest, I think you really need to talk to this fat guy about some terms."

I heard a sound.

Kant turned his head and looked at Allen with a puzzled expression.

Before Allen opened his mouth.

Kante didn't take the Leeds United manager seriously. In his mind, of the two who came to see him, Raiola was probably the key player. As for the Leeds United manager, he was probably just on good terms with Raiola and happened to be out having fun, so he just accompanied Raiola on this trip.

After all, it's common knowledge throughout Europe that Raiola has targeted many players who play for Leeds United.

But what Allen just said changed Kanter's mind.

He just looks honest, not stupid.

On the contrary.

Kante is very smart.

Ranieri once said in an interview that Kanté has an unparalleled ability to read the field, and a player like him must be quite intelligent.

He stared at Allen, who had a half-smile on his face.

Kant suddenly had an idea, but the young man quickly dismissed it.

That doesn't make sense!

I'm just an amateur player. Even if Raiola takes a liking to me, he's unlikely to recommend me to Leeds United, a team that has already made it to the Champions League semi-finals!

From doubt to relief, there was neither great joy nor great sorrow.

Allen took in the young man's facial expressions.

My opinion of Kanté rose even higher.

Very smart.

He could connect so many things to just one sentence he said, and after he doubted himself, he wasn't particularly disappointed.

"Ngolo, were you just thinking about why I came here today?" To confirm, Allen voiced his thoughts.

Kant didn't try to hide anything and quickly nodded: "Yes, Mr. Allen, what you just said gave me a misconception, but since it was a misconception, I didn't think much of it."

Just as I expected!

Allen nodded in satisfaction, stood up, and gently massaged Kant's shoulder.

“Ngolo, if I say this isn’t an illusion, I’ll be frank with you: I came here on the orders of Leeds United’s owner and head coach, Mr. Lee Shiguang.”

"Mr. Li Shiguang's exact words were, 'Allen, I don't care what methods you use or how much money you spend, you must bring that young man named Ngolo Kanté back to Leeds United's first team!'"

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The conversation took place in the afternoon.

The person arrived at night.

After confirming with Allen that Leeds United were indeed interested in signing him, Kanté didn't hesitate at all. He ran back to the pitch to say a brief goodbye to his teammates, went home to pack a few clothes, and then followed Allen and Raiola to Charles de Gaulle Airport.

Less than two hours.

The three landed at Leeds Bradford Airport and drove straight to Thorpe Arch.

After talking with Kanter in the afternoon, Allen immediately reported the situation to Li Shiguang.

So Li Shiguang specially pulled Simeone and Rivaldo to stay at Thorpe Arch training ground for extra training today. Even without Kante, the day after tomorrow is the first leg of the Champions League semi-final between Leeds United and Chelsea. Although they underestimate their opponents psychologically, they still need to be strict when it comes to tactical arrangements.

Around 8 o'clock.

The three were sitting on the sofa discussing tactics when there was a knock on the office door.

Li Shiguang called out, "Come in."

One second later.

Allen and Raiola pushed open the door and walked in. Behind them, with a serious expression and eyes fixed straight ahead, was Ngorongoro Kanté.

The person has been brought.

Li Shiguang was overjoyed and immediately stood up and walked towards the door.

Behind him, Simeone nudged Rivaldo with his elbow: "Hey, Ferreira, this kid is exactly as the boss described. He's not that skinny. How can he survive in the Premier League, a place full of tough guys?"

“Our players aren’t those violent lunatics from West Ham United.” Rivaldo rolled his eyes at Simeone. “We play a technical style, so why can’t we stand out if we’re physically weak? Besides, physical attributes can be improved through training and diet. Look at Wang Chu, Kevin, and Marco, weren’t they all skinny and weak when they first joined the team?”

“That makes sense,” Simeone said, somewhat unconvinced. “But those guys are all attacking midfielders or strikers, and this kid plays defensive midfielder. He doesn’t have the physique. How is he supposed to win the ball in a challenge? People just push him aside and he can’t get his back straight. It’s all for nothing!”

The two people behind them were discussing Kanté.

Li Shiguang had already walked up to Allen and the others.

Raiola and Allen were both shrewd people. When they saw Li Shiguang actually walking over, they quickly made way, revealing Kant behind them.

Li Shiguang didn't stand on ceremony with them. He patted the two on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work," before extending his hand to the enthusiastic Kant: "Welcome to Thorpe's Arch, N'Goro!"

Li Shiguang's enthusiastic attitude eased most of Kant's tension.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

The future world's number one defensive midfielder quickly raised his arm, gripped Li Shiguang's hand tightly, grinned, revealing his signature front tooth with a gap in the middle, and responded.

"Thank you, Mr. Li... Boss!"