Chapter 792 Why is it him?

Three days later, Abramovich walked out of Barcelona's international airport with Granovskaia and a lawyer representing the club, accompanied by Jorge Mendes.

They made an appointment with the Barcelona management three days ago and met today to discuss Fabregas' transfer.

When they walked out of the airport, Barcelona did not arrange anyone to receive them.

This made Abramovich's face darken and he felt a little embarrassed.

That's outrageous, isn't it?

Is there anyone who welcomes the God of Wealth in this way?

Jorge Mendes was very good at observing Abramovich's expression. As soon as he saw his face, he knew what he was thinking. He smiled and said, "Roman, I have already notified my partner in Barcelona. He should be outside the door."

"Yeah!" Abramovich nodded.

Everyone in the group took cover, especially Abramovich, who deliberately wore a pair of large black sunglasses for fear of being recognized. After all, the transfer had just begun to be discussed, and although the success rate was very high, it was not advisable to expose it too early.

These days, many transfers are exposed!

When I arrived at the airport gate, a middle-aged Spanish man came up to me with a smile.

“Hey Jorge, welcome to Barcelona!”

Jorge Mendes immediately greeted him with a smile. After the two met, they exchanged some polite words and he introduced Abramovich.

This made Juan, a middle-aged Spanish man, very flattered, because this was a wealthy man listed on the Forbes list!

"Come, come, come, hurry up and get in the car, it's almost time!"

But when Abramovich and others arrived at the parking lot and found that the car that was waiting for them was Aston Martin's Lagonda Conqueror, their faces suddenly became embarrassed.

Damn, what kind of luck is this?

How come I can always run into Yang Huan wherever I go?

But everyone is already here, what else can we do?

Be patient and get in the car!

But once we got in the car, Juan, who was driving in front, started bragging about his car.

"Jorge, this is the latest version of the 2014 Lagonda Explorer. I own the first one in Barcelona!"

"This car is made in China, the quality is top notch, and the interior is all handmade. As you know, only China's labor costs can make this possible. If it were in Europe, the price would probably be doubled!"

"Touch it, the workmanship and materials are absolutely amazing. It beats Porsche, Bentley, Rolls-Royce and the like."

"More importantly, this latest model has a lot of high-tech features. Look at the dashboard and the central control system. They're so sci-fi, aren't they?"

"Oh, they launched a new crossover disruptor with more high-tech technology. I was thinking, if I can complete a few orders this summer, I will buy it immediately. You don't know, in Barcelona, ​​Aston Martin cars are selling like crazy, and you have to wait for half a year!"

"It's still comfortable to be a Chinese. I heard from my friends in China that all Aston Martin cars are supplied to the Chinese market first. Just tell me, how good it is to be a Chinese!"

Jorge Mendes sat in the passenger seat, secretly glancing at the sullen Abramovich in the back, feeling a wave of sadness in his heart.

Damn it, could you please stop bringing up irrelevant issues?

Don’t you know that the big boss behind is a sworn enemy of the boss of Aston Martin?

Not to mention Aston Martin, he would get angry even if the Chinese were mentioned.

But what can he do?

Is it possible to make big-mouthed Juan shut up?

So, we can only pray and get to Camp Nou soon!

After finally reaching Camp Nou, Jorge Mendes didn't dare let Juan stay any longer. He quickly thought of a way to let Juan go first and he would contact him later.

Mendes breathed a sigh of relief after watching Juan and his Aston Martin leave.

"Let's go in!" Abramovich said in a deep voice.

The group of four entered the Camp Nou and came to Barcelona's administrative office.

"Hello, I am Chelsea's representative lawyer. We are from London and have an appointment with Vice President Bartomeu."

As soon as he entered the door, the lawyer who followed him walked to the front desk and explained his purpose to the middle-aged woman sitting at the front desk.

"Oh, Chelsea!" The middle-aged woman raised her head from behind the desk, glanced at the people in front of her, and lowered her head again, as if she was too lazy to pay attention to them. "Sit over there. Vice President Bartomeu is not here. You guys wait!"

"But we made an appointment three days ago!"

"It's useless even if we have an appointment. Vice President Bartomeu is not here now. You can either wait or come back another day!"

This time, the middle-aged woman at the front desk didn't even raise her head and answered impatiently.

Everyone knows that Barcelona fans are extremely dissatisfied with Chelsea.

Especially when Mourinho is now the head coach of Chelsea.

The representative lawyer was also a little angry. What kind of service attitude is this?

But what else could he do? He could only go back and report the situation to Abramovich.

"What? Not here?" Abramovich was so angry.

I told you three days in advance that I was coming, and I called them to inform them in advance before leaving.

Oh, it’s fine that you didn’t arrange anyone to pick me up at the airport, but now you’re causing me to go missing?

What does it mean?

"I think there might be something going on!" Jorge Mendes also hoped to facilitate the transfer. "How about we wait a little while and I'll make a phone call and ask."

"Yeah!" Abramovich was also angry, but there was nothing he could do.

Now that people are here, they can't just leave immediately, right?

Mendes pulled out his cell phone, found a number, and called it.

"Hey, Maria, it's me, Jorge, yes, I'm at Camp Nou now, oh, come over, okay, I'll wait for you in the reception room!" After that, he hung up the phone.

"Maria de Ishiti Giuffresa, undersecretary in Barcelona."

"Oh!" Abramovich nodded.

Normally, for a team like Barcelona, ​​it is impossible to provide a secretary for each member of the management.

Therefore, the entire management team can only share one secretary, but if there are a lot of affairs, the secretary must be assigned an assistant.

Not long after, Giuffresa arrived.

This is also a middle-aged Spanish woman in her early forties, and she looks quite familiar with Mendes.

While introducing Abramovich and others, Mendes also mentioned the impolite behavior of the receptionist just now.

"Oh, I'm sorry for my colleague's behavior just now, but please forgive me, many Barcelona fans don't like Chelsea, especially Mourinho's Chelsea!" Giuffresa curled his lips and shook his head helplessly.

Mendes was at a loss, "Maria, we made an appointment with Vice President Bartomeu, isn't he here now?"

"Well, yes, he went to the airport to meet me!"

"Meet them at the airport?" Mendes was stunned. His first reaction was that Bartomeu was going to pick them up.

"Then you have to call him quickly, we have come here ourselves!" Granovskia laughed.

Abramovich looked much better now.

At least, Barcelona still values ​​me very much and even sent their vice-president to pick me up at the airport. It's a pity that they missed me. But at least they proved their sincerity, didn't they?

"Oh, you misunderstood, he is not going to pick you up!" Zhu Fulisha explained somewhat embarrassedly.

ah!

This time, both Abramovich and Granovskaia were embarrassed.

Damn it, it’s turned out to be a farce!

"By the way, do you have anything to do with Vice President Bartomeu?" Giuffresa quickly changed the subject.

Mendes glanced at the indignant Abramovich and said helplessly, "We are here to discuss Fabregas' transfer. We have already talked to Vice President Bartomeu on the phone and have arranged a time."

But when he said that, Giuffresa shook his head and said, "For the transfer, you should go to Anthony. Why would you contact Vice President Bartomeu? He is not responsible for the specific transfer operations!"

"Anthony?" Mende was a little surprised.

"Yes, the sporting director, Antonio Zubizarreta, he is in charge of transfer operations."

This time Abramovich was really angry.

Damn it, how could introducing a player turn out like this?

Mendes saw Abramovich's anger and panicked. "When I called before, your staff answered Bartomeu's line. I thought..."

"The staff must have made a mistake!"

Mendes could only smile bitterly at this moment, "Maria, can you help me contact Zubizarreta?"

"He's at the Camp Nou right now, I just saw him!"

"Really?" Mendes was full of surprise. This was really a sudden turn of events.

"Well, Maria, can you arrange for us to meet him?"

Juflasa thought for a moment and said, "I have to go check this out, but if he is free, it should be no problem."

"Thank you for your help!" Mendes said with a smile.

All he could do now was to seek help from Juflasa.

Just at this moment, they heard a noise in the hall at the entrance of the office.

Then we saw Antonio Zubizarreta and Barcelona president Rosell rushing from the office area into the hall and heading straight for the door.

"That's great. I'll go ask now!"

"Okay, please, Maria!"

After leaving a smile, Zhu Fulisa left the reception room, followed the two people quickly out the door.

"What's going on?" Abramovich felt a little puzzled.

He stood up and walked to the window. Through the window, he could see Roselle, Subizaretta and others standing at the gate waiting.

"Damn, what big shot is coming? Why are they asked to wait at the gate?" Abramovich was a little surprised.

Is it the President of Spain? Or the Prime Minister?

"Who knows? But it looks like it should be of no small importance!" Mendes and others also gathered at the window to watch the excitement.

Everyone was curious, who was it?

The answer will soon be revealed!

A black Audi A8 drove over from a distance and stopped steadily at the gate of the Camp Nou office.

The Barcelona team logo is printed on the body of the car. This is a special reception car arranged by sponsor Audi for Barcelona.

Immediately afterwards, Bartomeu was seen getting out of the passenger seat.

And Juflasa, who was originally standing next to Roselle, hurried forward and opened the back door of the car.

Then, a young Oriental man was seen getting out of the car.

Upon seeing him, Abramović was so surprised that she lost her voice.

"Yang Huan!"

Why is it him?

Even if Yang Huan turned into ashes, Abramovich would be able to recognize him!

Why did this guy suddenly come to Camp Nou?

Besides, when did his relationship with Barcelona become so good?

How could Rosell and Bartomeu actually take him so seriously?

Looking at myself, Yaya Gope, neither went to the airport to pick me up, nor did I have a special car to pick me up. I even came to the Camp Nou stadium and took the initiative to come to my door, but was still turned away?

But he's still in the reception room!

Isn’t this gap too big?

This is really too much, too outrageous!

I can tolerate my uncle, but I can’t tolerate my aunt!

Abramovich even had an urge to vomit blood!