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

They made an appointment with Barcelona management three days ago to meet today to discuss Cesc Fabregas's transfer.

Walking out of the airport, Barcelona did not arrange for anyone to receive them.

This made Abramovich's face sink and he couldn't hold it anymore.

It's too unusual, isn't it?

Is there such a welcome to the God of Wealth?

Jorge Mendes is very good at reading words, as soon as he saw Abramovich's expression, he knew his thoughts, and smiled slightly, "Roman, I have informed my partner in Barcelona, he should be outside the door." ”

"Hmm!" Abramovich nodded.

The group has covered up, especially Abramovich, who deliberately wore a pair of black oversized sunglasses, just for fear of being recognized, after all, this transfer has just begun to be discussed, although the success rate is very high, it should not be exposed too early.

In recent years, many transfers have been exposed!

When I came to the gate of the airport, a middle-aged Spanish man greeted me with a smile on the other side.

"Hey, Jorge, welcome to Barcelona!"

Jorge Mendes also immediately greeted him with a smile, and after the two met, they were polite and introduced Abramovich.

This flattered the middle-aged Spanish Juan, because he is the richest man on the Forbes list!

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

But when Abramovich and the others came to the parking lot and found that the car that received them turned out to be the Lagonda conqueror of Aston Martin, their faces suddenly became embarrassed.

Damn, what kind of **** luck did this go?

How can you meet Yang Huan wherever you go?

But the people have already come, otherwise what else can they do?

Bear with me and get in the car!

But when he got into the car, Juan, who was driving in front, boasted that he had come to the car.

"Jorge, is this the latest version of the 2014 Lagonda? I'm the first in Barcelona! ”

"This car is made in China, the quality is leveraged, the interior is all handmade, you know, only China's labor costs can be done, if in Europe, it is estimated that the price will have to double!"

"You touch, this workmanship, this material, absolutely nothing to say, all those Porsche, Bentley, Rolls-Royce or something."

"What's more, the latest car, a lot of high-tech, you look at this dashboard, this central control system, it's too sci-fi, is it?"

"Heck, their new crossover disruptors, there's a lot more high-tech technology, and I was thinking, if I can make a few orders this summer, I'll buy it right away, you don't know, in Barcelona, Aston Martin's cars are selling like crazy, and you have to wait for half a year!"

"Still Chinese comfortable, I heard my friends in China say that all Aston Martin cars are all given priority to the Chinese market, you say, how good it is to be Chinese!"

Jorge Mendes sat in the passenger seat, secretly staring at the sinking Abramovich behind him, and felt a whimper in his heart.

Niang Xipi's, can you not open which pot not to mention, okay?

Don't you know that the old man in the back is a sworn enemy with the boss of Aston Martin?

Not to mention Aston Martin, even if it is just the mention of Chinese, he will be angry.

But what can he do?

Is it possible to shut up the big-mouthed Juan and stop talking?

So, all you can do is pray and get to Camp Nou!

finally managed to get to the Camp Nou, where did Jorge Mendes dare to let Juan stay any longer, and quickly thought of a way to let Juan go first, and then contact him later.

Seeing Juan and his Aston Martin gone, Mendes breathed a sigh of relief.

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

The group of four entered the Camp Nou and arrived at the administrative office in Barcelona.

'Hello, I'm Chelsea's lawyer, we're from London, and we've made an appointment with Bartomeu's vice-chairman.

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

"Oh, Chelsea!" The middle-aged woman raised her head behind the desk, glanced at the people in front of her, and lowered her head again, as if she was a little too lazy to pay attention to them, "Sit down there, Vice Chairman Bartomeu is not here, you can wait!" ”

"However, we made an appointment three days ago!"

"There's no way to make an appointment, and now Vice Chairman Bartomeu is not here, you either have to wait or come back another day!"

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

Everyone knows that Barcelona fans have a serious disdain for Chelsea.

Especially when the current manager of Chelsea is Jose Mourinho again.

The lawyer is also a little angry in his heart, what kind of service attitude is this?

But what could he do but walk back and report to Abramovich.

"What? Absence? Abramovich was so angry.

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

Oh, you don't arrange for someone to pick you up from the airport, even if you are still missing?

What do you mean?

"I think there may be something going on!" Jorge Mendes also wants to facilitate the transfer, "Otherwise, let's wait and I'll give you a phone call and ask. ”

"Hmm!" Abramovich was also angry, but he had to do it.

People are coming, so it's impossible to leave right away, right?

Mendez took out his phone, found a phone number, and called.

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

"María de Isiti Giufflesa, Deputy Secretary of Barcelona."

"Oh!" Abramovich nodded.

Normally, it is impossible for a team like Barcelona to have a secretary for the management.

Therefore, the entire management can only share a secretary, but if there are more affairs, the secretary must be equipped with an assistant.

It didn't take long for Giuffleza to arrive.

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

And Mendes also took advantage of the introduction of Abramovich and others to mention the impolite behavior of the front desk lady just now.

"Oh, I'm sorry for my colleague's behaviour just now, but forgive me, a lot of Barcelona fans don't like Chelsea, especially Jose Mourinho's!" Giuffleza pursed her lips and shook her head helplessly.

Mendes also ran out of words, "Maria, we made an appointment with Vice President Bartomeu, isn't he here now?" ”

"Well, yes, he went to the airport to pick him up!"

"Pick-up?" Mendes was stunned, and his first reaction was that Bartomeu was there to pick up their plane.

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

Abramovich's face looked much better this time.

At least, Barcelona still attaches great importance to itself, and sent the vice chairman to pick up the airport, but it's a pity that it passed by, but at least they proved their sincerity, didn't they?

"Oh, you misunderstood, he's not going to pick up your plane!" Giuffleza explained with some embarrassment.

Yes!

At this moment, both Abramovich and Granovskia couldn't hold their faces.

Yayagodebe's, it's an oolong!

"By the way, do you have anything to do with Vice Chairman Bartomeu?" Giuffleza hastened to change the subject.

Mendes glanced at the indignant Abramovich, and was also helpless, "We are here to talk about the transfer of Fabregas, and we have already talked to Vice President Bartomeu on the phone before, and made an appointment." ”

Who knows, as soon as he said this, Giuffleza shook his head, "You should go to Anthony about the transfer, how can you contact Vice Chairman Bartomeu?" He's not in charge of specific transfer operations! ”

"Anthony?" Mende was a little surprised.

"Yes, sporting director Anthony Subisareta, he's in charge of the transfer operations."

At this time, Abramovich was really angry.

Damn, bring in a player, how did it come to this?

Mendes saw Abramovich's angry expression, and immediately panicked, "When I called before, your staff answered Bartomeu's line, I thought it was ......"

"That must be a mistake on the part of the staff!"

Mendes could only smile bitterly at this time, "Maria, can you help me contact Subisareta?" ”

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

"Really?" Mendes was full of surprises, and it was a real twist.

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

Giuffleza thought for a moment, "I'll have to check this out, but if he's free, it shouldn't be a problem." ”

"Then I'm sorry for you!" Mendez laughed.

He could only seek Giufflesa's help now.

Just then, they heard a commotion in the hall at the entrance to the office.

Then I saw Anthony Subisareta and Barcelona President Russell, rushing from the office area into the hall and heading straight for the door.

"That's right, I'm going to ask now!"

"Okay, please, Maria!"

Giuffleza smiled and walked out of the reception room, followed the two quickly, and walked out of the door.

"What's going on?" Abramovich felt something strange in his heart.

Standing up, he walked to the window, through which he could see that Russell, Subisareta and others were standing at the gate waiting.

"I'm rubbing, what big guy is coming? Actually made them wait at the gate? Abramovich was a little surprised.

Could it be the President of Spain? Or the Prime Minister?

"Who knows? But it looks like it's not a big deal! Mendez and the others also gathered by the window to watch the excitement.

Everyone is wondering, who is it?

The answer was soon revealed!

A black Audi A8 drove up from a distance and stopped safely at the entrance of the Camp Nou office.

The body is emblazoned with the Barcelona team crest, which was arranged by the sponsor Audi for the reception of Barcelona.

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

And Giufflesa, who was originally standing next to Russell, hurriedly caught up and opened the door in the back of the car.

Then, I saw a young Oriental get out of the car.

As soon as he saw him, Abramovich was stunned.

"Yang Huan!"

How is he?

Even if Yang Huan turns to ashes, Abramovich can recognize him!

Why did this guy suddenly come to Camp Nou?

And, when did he get this good with Barcelona?

How can you still make Russell and Bartomeu pay so much attention?

On the other hand, Yayakebe's did not go to the airport to pick up the airport, nor did he have a special car to pick him up, and even came to the Camp Nou stadium, took the initiative to come to the door, and ate the closed door?

I'm still in the reception room!

That's a big gap, isn't it?

It's too much, it's outrageous!

Uncle can bear it, aunt can't bear it!

Abramovich even had the urge to vomit blood!