As soon as Beckenbauer stepped off the stage, Ferguson couldn't wait to stand up and joke with Li Shiguang: "Li, hahaha, it seems my luck is a bit better than yours."
Li Shiguang didn't speak, but subconsciously looked behind him.
“Stop looking, he’s not here.” Ferguson knew who Li Shiguang was looking for, and shrugged. “I saw Primorac when I came in. Arsena lost to you yesterday, and he’s probably still crying under the covers.”
Li Shiguang truly never expected this.
Yesterday, Arsenal dealt a heavy blow to Wenger, causing them to fall behind in the Premier League title race, and today the two teams are facing off again in the Champions League.
"Damn it, I don't even know if we're playing in the Champions League or the Premier League." Li Shiguang shook his head with a wry smile, glancing at the stage intentionally or unintentionally. "If Chelsea can beat Fenerbahce, then the semi-final will be a derby again. This draw is ridiculous!"
Ferguson and Rijkaard both knew what Li Shiguang was talking about.
However, without evidence, such matters can only be discussed privately.
“That’s normal.” Ferguson smiled dismissively. “UEFA needs to make money too. Even though the Champions League is the highest level of club competition in the world, it still needs some hype.”
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore." Rijkaard pointed to the reporters not far from the three of them, ending the topic. "What are your plans? Are you going back after the banquet?"
"No, thank you." Ferguson glanced at his watch. "Cristiano and I have other matters to attend to, so we won't be attending the banquet."
Whether Ferguson attended the banquet or not was of no concern to Rijkaard.
The only person he wanted to ask was Li Shiguang.
The brief conversation with Li Shiguang had thoroughly piqued Rijkaard's curiosity, and the Dutchman was genuinely eager to learn more about the position of sporting director at Leeds United.
Li Shiguang read that longing in Rijkaard's eyes.
But compared to bringing in a sporting director for Leeds United, what he has to do next is clearly more important.
And so, under Rijkaard's expectant gaze...
Li Shiguang shook his head: "I won't participate either, Frank. I have something very important to do."
A hint of disappointment flashed in Rijkaard's eyes. Just as he was about to speak, a telephone rang behind him.
It's Ferguson's.
Sir Alex Ferguson took out his phone, glanced at it, didn't answer, and put it back in his pocket before looking at Li Shiguang and Rijkaard: "Alright, I have something to do, so I'll be leaving now."
After the three said their goodbyes, Ferguson turned and left with Ronaldo.
After Ferguson walked away.
Li Shiguang then pointed to Allen, who was being interviewed by the media, and said to Rijkaard, "Frank, I do have something important to do later and can't stay here... but Allen will stay here. If there's anything else you want to know, besides the salary, you can ask them."
"I did not mean that."
Rijkaard wanted to explain further.
Li Shiguang reached out and patted him on the shoulder, earnestly advising, "Frank, I understand you. There's an old saying in my hometown, 'A good bird chooses a good tree to perch on.' You can think of him as someone with ability who should choose to work in a place that values you! Since Laporta doesn't like you, isn't it normal for you to think about your future?"
"But...."
"No buts, talk to Allen first, and call me back after you've made a decision!"
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After telling Allen that he wanted to recruit Rijkaard to Leeds United as sporting director, Li Shiguang led Rivaldo out of the venue.
As soon as I stepped out of the UEFA headquarters, my phone rang. I took it out and saw that it was Mendes calling.
“Mr. Li, Alex has already separated from Cristiano.”
“Okay... Ferrera and I will be there right away.”
"Should I send someone to pick you up?"
“No need. Send me the address on my phone. Ferreira and I will walk a bit further away and take a taxi there to avoid being noticed by those reporters.”
"good!"
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Half an hour later.
Wearing masks and baseball caps, Li Shiguang and Rivaldo appeared in front of a small villa on the shore of Lake Geneva.
After getting off the bus.
Looking at the deserted streets.
Li Shiguang realized he had been overthinking things. Nyon was called a city, but it was actually a small town with a population of just over 10,000.
Today was the Champions League quarter-final draw, and most of the crowd was concentrated near UEFA headquarters. Outside that building, it's difficult to see many people on the street at this time, let alone reporters...
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Inside the villa.
Cristiano Ronaldo was sitting on the sofa while his mother, Aveiro, and sister, Katia, were busy in the kitchen.
Looking at the food that was almost full on the table, Ronaldo was a little confused. The main thing was that he couldn't eat any of these things!
How could his mother and sister eat so much?
Thinking of this, Ronaldo asked somewhat curiously, "Dolores, can the three of us eat this much?"
“There’s plenty more here.” Aveiro said with a smile as he stirred the seafood risotto in the pot, looking at his son. “I made risotto, I’m sure you’ll like it.”
As they were talking.
Cristiano Ronaldo had already walked from the sofa to Aveiro's side and naturally saw the seafood in the pot. His face showed discomfort: "But... this is clearly seafood risotto... You know me, Dolores, although Mr. Ferguson agreed to let me have a meal with you, there are still matches in the next few days, and I can't eat this kind of food."
"Don't worry." Fatia walked up behind Ronaldo, tapped his brother on the head, and pointed behind him, saying, "Don't we know your habits? Your favorite risotto and fried cod fillets are kept warm in the microwave. Dolores is making them for the guests."
"Guests...?" Ronaldo was even more puzzled.
Seeing his appearance.
Aveiro and Fatia exchanged a glance, and a mysterious smile appeared on their faces simultaneously.
"Yes, guests..."
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