Li Shiguang was speechless.
That's why they say people get smarter as they get older, right?
I'm a sly fox in my own right, but I almost fell into Morse's trap. The name Suarez was practically stuck in my throat, but thankfully I realized what was going on and stopped myself from blurting it out.
Morse rolled his eyes, looking a little embarrassed.
Li Shiguang was furious and immediately put on an act: "I was just saying, Leeds United's squad is almost full, I've even given the scouting department a break recently... Where are we going to find you a cheap and good striker?"
Seeing that Li Shiguang was unmoved, Morse became a little anxious. He sat up straight again and started to appeal to Li's emotions: "Li, that's a bit unfair of you. Back when you wanted to bring in Harvey, didn't I agree to it immediately? Don't you really have any feelings for us?"
"That's a bit of a joke." Li Shiguang remained unmoved and retorted, "I clearly traded Sebastian for him, what do you mean you agreed immediately? Have you forgotten that you bypassed Leeds United and contacted the player privately?!"
"Fine! You should have kept quiet about Deisler! Mentioning him almost gave me a stroke!" Morse's face was flushed with anger, and his words were dripping with swearing. "My perfect midfield maestro, traded for some sickly guy who retired after only six months! Lee! You're really ruthless..."
Seeing that Morse seemed about to bring up the past, Li Shiguang quickly stopped him: "Hey! Let's talk this out, don't slander me! He was doing just fine at Leeds United, who knows why he relapsed into his old injury after coming to Liverpool, what does that have to do with me?"
"you...."
"What do you mean, 'you'?!"
"I don't care, I've lost big on this deal anyway, you have to recommend someone to me today!"
Seeing that Morse was determined to get to the bottom of things, Li Shiguang suspected that if he didn't give him a suitable candidate today, he really wouldn't leave this office.
If all else fails, why not just pick a kid from the youth team and loan him to Liverpool to get some experience?
Frowning, Li Shiguang put away his joking attitude and looked at Morse very seriously: "Sit down first. I'm not talking about you, David. You are the chairman of a prestigious club, and you're so old. How can you be so unreliable!"
"Easier said than done." Seeing Li Shiguang's expression turn serious, Morse muttered as he sat back down on the sofa. "You try playing in the Europa League for two consecutive seasons, and let's see how composed you can be!"
Ignore Morse's complaints.
After considering it in his mind, Li Shiguang asked, "Let me ask you, does Liverpool want a younger striker? I can loan you Marco Reus from Leeds United, or some kids from their youth team, to help you out in a pinch."
“You’re just giving me the runaround.” Morse wasn’t the kind of owner who knew nothing about football. “Reus is the last of your substitutes, and he’s more used to playing on the wing. Putting aside whether Benitez is willing or not, in my opinion, he’s not yet up to the task of leading the team’s attack!”
"As for the youth team you mentioned... Li... Liverpool is aiming for the Premier League and the Europa League. Kids from the youth team who have never played in a competitive match are even less suitable!"
You fucking bastard!?
Li Shiguang saw that his suggestion had been rejected!
His face darkened, and he immediately started cursing Morse in his mind.
You old man, you're making it sound like I'm begging you! This won't work, that won't work!
This is so sudden, where am I supposed to find a suitable candidate for you?!
My scouting team worked hard for months, and all they found was Suarez, who's actually not bad...
Wait! Suarez!?
Thinking of this, Li Shiguang suddenly remembered that Allen had already made an offer to Ajax, but because he was leading the team to play in the game, Li Shiguang did not know whether Ajax had responded to Leeds United's offer at this time.
Moreover, as Ron mentioned yesterday, Ajax is a notorious rip-off, and even if they agree to sell Suarez, the price probably won't be cheap.
Li Shiguang blinked, looking at Morse, whose face showed a hint of anxiety, and a plan suddenly began to take shape in his mind.
"Li... are there any other candidates?" Seeing that Li Shiguang remained silent for a long time, Morse couldn't help but ask again.
But Li Shiguang didn't answer him immediately. Instead, he took out his phone from his pocket and said, "David, don't worry, I'll go out and make a call first."
Morse was taken aback: "You want to run away?"
"Get lost! Don't make me curse you!" After laughing and cursing, Li Shiguang ignored Morse and quickly walked out the door to call Allen.
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The phone rang twice, and Allen's voice came through: "Boss, what's up?"
Li Shiguang lowered his voice and asked, "Has Ajax responded to our offer?"
“Yes, they replied immediately. Ron was right, they really are ripping people off, asking for 22 million euros!”
"Agree to their offer!" Upon hearing the price, Li Shiguang responded immediately.
"Um, I'll refuse right away..." Allen suddenly realized something was wrong halfway through his sentence. "What the heck? Boss, you just said... you agreed to them?"
“Yes!” Li Shiguang nodded. “Agree to this price! Be quick. Once they reply, go to the Netherlands in person tomorrow to sign the contract with Ajax first, and then talk to the player about the details.”
At this moment, Allen was completely bewildered by Li Shiguang. 22 million euros! Buying a striker who had only been in Europe for a year and whose performance in the Dutch league was only so-so? Wasn't that a bit too expensive?
Based on Allen's understanding of Li Shiguang, his boss always cheated others; when had he ever been the one to be taken advantage of?
But that's just how it is.
Li Shiguang has already made it very clear.
Allen's long-standing habitual obedience to Li Shiguang quickly dispelled his doubts, and he nodded in agreement.
Li Shiguang did not immediately return to Morse's office after hanging up the phone.
Instead, he mentally reviewed the plan he had just made.
After composing himself, he pushed open the door, a strange, almost imperceptible smile on his face, and looked at Morse, who was sitting on the sofa craning his neck to look at the door, and spoke.
"David... I haven't asked you yet, what's your budget for buying a striker?"
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