Chapter 039 Jose Gamarca is younger than Rita

Wolverhampton FC, Chairman's Office.

Mark David sat at the table, carefully looking at a document in his hand. There were two cups of coffee on the table, steaming. Opposite him, Jose Moxey was sitting on a recliner with a cigar as thick as a thumb in his mouth, looking somewhat leisurely. Occasionally, a string of smoke rings would come out of his mouth.

After a long while, Mark, who was sitting in the main seat, slowly raised his head, frowned slightly and asked: "This contract is indeed beneficial to the club, but will he sign it? You know, he is a huge asset to the club and has some influence among the fans..." He didn't say the rest, because he knew that the cunning Jose in front of him would definitely understand what he meant.

"Don't worry, Mark. Signing a player is like doing business. Of course you have to bargain. That kid won't come to sign the contract by himself. He will definitely find an agent. This is just a rough draft. We will have to continue discussing it after his agent shows up." Jose blew out a few more smoke rings before speaking with some lingering feeling.

"Well, you can add a little to his weekly salary. There's no problem with the signing time. As for the image rights, it doesn't matter. He is not a big star now, and the advertising fees won't be too much. If he performs well in the future, the contract will have to be signed again." Mark still couldn't stand it, so he instructed Jose.

He is a real Wolverhampton fan, but he knows that his management level is not high, so he found a helper, Jose used to be a senior executive of Enbao Company, and he is much better than himself in doing these business matters. However, in some aspects, he still has some say, just like this time.

Jose nodded. He and Mark had been friends for many years, so of course he wouldn't care about these little things. Besides, this couldn't be the final contract, so it didn't matter if he changed it.

The two chatted casually, talking about Wolverhampton's recent game. Mark was a little excited about it. You know, in the last round of games, they defeated the powerful Aston Villa, which was simply unimaginable before. Even the head coach Dave had little confidence.

"Ding Dong! Ding Dong!" The doorbell rang. Mark thought about it in confusion, then shouted, "Come in!"

Paul walked in from the door and said respectfully, "Mr. Jose, there is a lady outside who claims to be Alan Wang's agent. She wants to see you."

Jose chuckled, sighed as if relieved, and said, "Finally he's here. I was worried that the black-haired kid would drag his feet and not sign the contract, so he could just transfer away in the winter transfer window. It seems like he still has some feelings for Wolverhampton."

Mark also smiled, waved his hand, and told Paul, "Bring her in." Then he turned to look at Jose, frowned, and then scolded him, "Why don't you put out your cigarette quickly? You know, it's impolite to smoke in front of a strange lady!"

Jose's face darkened, and he smiled bitterly and lit the cigarette butt in the ashtray. Then he crossed his hands behind his head, stretched his body, and lay down on the seat.

…

Rita came here today just for Wang Li's contract. This is her first time as an agent. She heard that this profession is very profitable, but she doesn't know if she can succeed.

But since we have this opportunity, we must do it well. For a player like Wang Li, many people are eager to sign him but cannot. Encouraging herself, Rita slowly walked into the office.

Seeing the two middle-aged men in the office, Rita was still a little nervous. After all, it was her first time and she was just a student. But there was no trace of nervousness on her face. She always had a stern face...

"Hello, I'm Jose Moxey, the executive of the club, you can call me Jose. You must be Allen's agent, come and sit here, what's your name?" Seeing a pretty woman walk in, Jose immediately stood up and said politely.

"Oh, thank you, you can call me Rita." Rita followed Jose's gesture and sat in his original seat without hesitation.

Jose slowly walked to Mark's side, picked up the contract, and said to Rita, "You are here to discuss Allen's contract. Here is a contract we drafted. Take a look at it. If you have any questions, just ask directly." Negotiations must be done with vigor. Seeing that the person who came in was a girl in her twenties, Jose secretly looked down on her. What could a girl in her twenties understand?

Rita took the contract, held it in her hand and read it slowly. After a while, she frowned.

She only read half of it, then returned the contract to Jose, and then said calmly: "Your club doesn't want Alan to stay here at all, right? Well, the winter transfer is coming soon, I will help him find a team that needs him."

After hearing this, Mark immediately said anxiously: "How could that be? Every club wants an outstanding player like Alan. Our club is very sincere. Besides, Alan is from the Wolverhampton youth team anyway. How could we not want him to stay here?"

Seeing Mark's expression, Rita seemed to have found the point of attack this time, and said bluntly: "Look, the contract requires a five-year contract? Fifty percent of the image rights? A weekly salary of 10,000 pounds? A penalty of 30 million pounds? And there are no additional clauses. Is this a contract of sale? Do you think we are in a slave society now?"

At this time, Jose could no longer be leisurely. The beautiful lady in front of him was not easy to deal with at all. Every point she pointed out was just right, and her tone of voice was full of momentum. She was definitely a talented negotiator!

Seeing Rita's expression, Jose felt that she was indeed very dissatisfied with the contract. After thinking for a while, he said, "You know, he is not yet 17 years old. It is normal to sign a five-year contract. The average weekly salary of the first team is only 15,000 pounds. He has just participated in a few games. How can we be sure that his level will remain the same in the future? Alan is not a big star now, so his image rights can be reduced. So, what additional contract do you want to add?" In fact, Rita's expression has never changed...

Rita pursed her lips, looked at the contract again in an orderly manner, and then said confidently: "Although Alan is young, you have seen the level he has shown. He is definitely not worse than any Wolverhampton player. And you just said that he is not yet 17 years old, 16 years and 11 months to be exact. For such a young player, when he fully adapts to the Premier League, will his performance deteriorate?"

After she finished speaking, she stared at Mark carefully and said threateningly, "I believe that now, all the teams in England will be willing to pay 500,000 pounds for Alan."

"Beautiful lady, everything can be negotiated. We are sincere. How would you like to modify the contract?" Mark said impatiently after hearing this.

"The contract is for three years, with a weekly salary of 20,000 pounds. The image rights belong to the player himself. If Alan asks for a transfer, the club cannot stop him. The penalty for breach of contract is 8 million pounds." Rita said simply.

Mark thought about it, 20,000 pounds, which is the salary level of Miller in the team, is not a lot. Although the contract period is a bit short, the club will definitely not be able to keep such a super genius after three years. But the penalty for breach of contract is a bit too little. After Alan grows up, the money he will get from the transfer will definitely be more than 8 million.

"Isn't the penalty a little too little? Hmm...how about 10 million pounds?" Mark thought for a moment and asked tentatively.

"Okay, that's it." Rita immediately made the decision after seeing this situation. She didn't want to be interrupted by the old fox with two small black mustaches. If she discussed it with him, she would never be able to sign such a good contract.

Jose was stunned watching from the side. He was about to interrupt the conversation, but it was too late. He glanced at Mark who was sitting happily on the chair. He really wanted to lift the stool and hit him, although it was just a thought in his mind.

After the discussion, they agreed to sign the contract in the afternoon, and Rita slowly walked out of the room.

"Mark, I've decided that next time you must not interfere with the club's financial affairs, or I will resign." After seeing that annoying woman leave, Jose immediately yelled. He was really depressed. He was the CEO, but before he could say anything, the contract had already been signed, and almost every clause in it was in the player's favor. 100% image rights? Never heard of it...

Mark put away his smile and said timidly, "Jose, I was wrong this time. I won't care next time." He knew that he was not good at this, but the female agent just now put a lot of pressure on him. Every word she said touched his heart. Her expression, words and gesture almost made him collapse. He thought of the pressure he had to bear after Wang Li left the club due to contract issues, so he compromised immediately...

"Ah..." In the office, there was only the sigh of a middle-aged man with a mustache, and he lit a cigar again...