"Haha, Yang Cheng!" Beckenbauer walked over with a smile and waved at Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng responded politely, but his attention was focused on the stranger. He always felt that the stranger seemed to be very upset about him and always wanted to make him suffer.

Have I ever offended this person?

Yang Cheng had no impression at all!

"I'll introduce you, Gustavo Mascati, the most powerful agent in Argentina football!" Beckenbauer introduced with a smile, "He has been telling me that I hope to know you, look, I've brought him now!"

Mascati Yang Cheng was stunned and immediately smiled bitterly. The most frequent contact between Argentines was Werner Merce, and Yang Cheng had never seen him before, so naturally he could not recognize him.

However, when she heard that it was Mascati, Yang Cheng knew exactly what was going on.

The renewal of Perron was suppressed by Yang Cheng, and there was no big problem with the players, but the agent was very popular. Mascati was not used to being seized on the initiative like this, so he tried every means to make something come into play.

"Hello, Mr. Yang Cheng!" Mascati smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Mascati, this should be the first time we met, right?" Yang Cheng said with a smile.

"It's indeed the first time, but I hope I've known you for a long time. Please forgive my presumptuousness!" Mascati said with great demeanor.

Beckenbauer thought they were very good friends, and there was a friend nearby greeting him, so he immediately walked over and left the two to communicate in private.

"How is it? Is there anything wrong? Mr. Mascati!" Without Beckenbauer's presence, Yang Cheng's tone became weaker.

Mascati smiled, "It's nothing, Beckenbauer talked to me about Beron!"

Yang Cheng shrugged and refused to comment. He had a good relationship with Beckenbauer. Although he could not reach the level of a life-and-death friendship, at least, Yang Cheng firmly believed that if Beckenbauer wanted to get Becken, he would definitely call him Yang Cheng, rather than make trouble in secret.

Anyone who knows Yang Cheng knows that this will anger Yang Cheng, and it is something that Beckenbauer doesn't want to see when he has had a breakup with Yang Cheng. He has hinted several times that he hopes that Yang Cheng can coach at Bayern Munich after the end of the season and take over Trapatoni, but Yang Cheng never lets go.

"Don't beat around the bush, Mr. Mascati, they are all smart people, just be right, okay?" Yang Cheng sneered.

Mascati didn't think about the friendship between Yang Cheng and Beckenbauer. He was a little surprised, but he still said calmly: "It's very simple. My players have wanted to renew their contract for a long time, but you don't seem to have sincerity in this regard."

"That's because the conditions you offered were too outrageous!" Yang Cheng retorted without any worries.

"Whether it is outrageous depends on the situation. Nowadays, there are many teams that hope to get Perron, and there are many people who can get high salaries. If you Kaiserslautern do not show satisfactory sincerity, I do not rule out arranging my players to submit a transfer application." Mascati smiled proudly, with an expression of winning.

His biggest bargaining chip now is that Perron dares not be rude to offend him, otherwise he might be tampering with Perron behind him. Besides, he is both professional players, Perron also hopes to get more salary. But Yang Cheng came forward, Perron was grateful and did not dare to rebel, which made the contract renewal matter always suppressed.

"I don't know what others are doing, but we, Kaiserslautern, are determined to keep Beron, so, Mr. Mascati, I will arrange a renewal negotiation in the past two days!" Yang Cheng seemed to be a compromise.

But just when Mascati was very proud and thought he was going to succeed, Yang Cheng suddenly changed his tone, "But, Mr. Mascati, I don't want to see you at the negotiating table, because I hate vampires like you, arrange your assistant!"

After saying that, Yang Cheng ignored Mascati and left.

Mascati felt that he was humiliated and was so angry that he almost smashed the wine glass in his hand towards Yang Cheng, but fortunately he finally held back. After all, in order to open up the Bundesliga market, it is best for him to maintain his good image as much as possible at this stage.

"Boss!"

Veron kept watching Yang Cheng and Mascati's conversation from a distance. He came forward until the two separated. He was looking for Yang Cheng first. This proved that in Veron's heart, Yang Cheng still had a certain amount of weight.

Yang Cheng looked at the sad face of Bellon and patted his shoulder with encouragement, "It's okay, we're just talking!"

Perron nodded, but his worries remained undiminished.

"To be honest, Juan, I know what you think!" Yang Cheng's words immediately shocked Beron.

"You are a professional player and your career is only a few years. Of course, I hope to make more money while you are still able to run and play football. So I understand very much. I have arranged for the club to prepare a brand new contract for you, so you can get the highest salary in the team, but we cannot meet Mascati's requirements!"

The worries on Veron's face were even more serious, because not meeting Mascati's request meant that the negotiations between the two sides were likely to be stalemate.

Yang Cheng naturally saw Beron's expression, smiled, and jumped to the other side, "Juan, I heard that Mascati took a commission of 20 in your contract, is it true?"

Bellon stared at Yang Cheng with some surprise, and the latter immediately smiled, "Don't worry, I won't interfere in your affairs, I'm just asking."

After a while, Bellon nodded and said, "It's true!" He felt a little unhappy when he heard the tone.

According to regulations, the agent's commission is 10, so many people call the agent Mr. 10%, but Mascati thinks he is powerful, so he dares to draw 20, or even a higher ratio of 25-35. He not only sucks blood from the club, but also sucks blood from the sponsor, but also sucks blood from the players.

However, as he draws more commissions, Mascati's care for the players has not increased proportionally. On the contrary, he is becoming more and more domineering and arrogant. Not long ago, when he was interviewed by the Argentina's Ole newspaper, he denounced the unreasonable players who complained that he was a tyrant. He said that he is not a nanny, why should he take care of all aspects of the players himself?

This man doesn't care about everything except for things that are beneficial to him. This is well known, but his players have to be controlled by him because they need Mascati, and Argentina has only one Mascati.

"Who is the agent Mascati arranged to be responsible for your contract renewal?" Yang Cheng asked with concern.

"Fernando Hidalgo!" Peron was confused. He felt that his boss was too jumping today.

After hearing this, Yang Cheng couldn't help but nodded, and then said nothing, just reassuring Perron. He promised that he would definitely settle Perron's contract extension before the end of 1997, and maybe he could give Perron a surprise.

As he watched Yang Cheng leave, Bellon was completely confused. He didn't know what Yang Cheng meant, but Yang Cheng didn't explain, and he didn't dare to ask too much. He just followed Yang Cheng's instructions and walked over to say hello to Mascati.

There were many people at the charity reception, with more than 2,000 people invited to attend. In addition to football practitioners, there were also senior executives of large German companies, and of course, those flower-like models or female stars are indispensable.

Looking at some models who were like butterflies flying among the flowers and wandering around, Yang Cheng couldn't help but think of Heidi Krum.

Germans don’t like this type of model, but they praise Heidi Krum as the number one beauty in Germany. However, when she arrived in the United States, the German beauty was out of control. Now she is busy taking care of the company’s business and recording the first season of "Sky Bridge Storm". She didn’t have time to attend this cocktail party, but she had called the organizing committee to apologize and donated a lot of money.

"Women, it's better to have meat!" Yang Cheng smiled bitterly, shook his head. It was obvious that he saw these skinny models and remembered Heidi Krum, who was called fat girl but had a devilish figure.

"It seems that you are very lonely tonight!" Beckenbauer walked over with a smile.

Yang Cheng shrugged, he was 26 years old and had no girlfriend, so of course he was lonely.

"I'm so embarrassed just now. I really don't know about the dispute between Mascati and you. I can guarantee that I have never reached any agreement with him. He took the initiative to sell Peron to me, and there are other players from Argentina and South America." Beckenbauer seemed to be afraid that Yang Cheng would misunderstand.

They are all in the football circle, and everyone attaches great importance to interpersonal relationships. If Yang Cheng is offended by this incident, Beckenbauer will feel that the loss is not worth it. After all, he is very optimistic about Yang Cheng's future, and his relationship with Yang Cheng is also good. If someone misunderstood, everyone will think that he has betrayed his friends.

"I know, Franz, you were also used by him this time!" Yang Cheng said with a smile.

It is not difficult for Beckenbauer to understand Yang Cheng's words. Looking at some powerful people and club owners in the distance, Beckenbauer was angry, "This bastard probably doesn't want to stay in Germany anymore!"

"Don't be angry, Franz, this is what he is like, he is too proud of himself, but don't worry, I will teach him a lesson that I will never forget in a few days!" Yang Cheng said with great certainty.

This was the first time Beckenbauer saw Yang Cheng so murderously trying to deal with someone, which made him feel a little relieved, "What are you going to deal with him?"

Yang Cheng smiled, "You will know then. Don't worry, I'll help you with your tone!"

"That's up to you!" Beckenbauer smiled.

A person with his identity and status would not have said such words if he had not really had a close relationship with Yang Cheng and was familiar with each other.

"You help me, and I will help you solve your trouble later!" Beckenbauer raised his ambiguous eyebrows.

"What does it mean?" Yang Cheng felt that the old guy's eyes were creepy.

Beckenbauer pointed to the distance, which was the direction that Mascati and others were also looking at. Most of the men in the venue focused on a pretty woman standing.

The woman was wearing a sexy backless suspender evening dress with a deep V-neck on the front and a high and plump chest, which immediately exposed the unfathomable gully inside. Under the neckline was a tight waist, and her back was just above the round buttocks. She really responded, holding the pipa half-covered, making people unable to help but want to reach out from behind to explore the beautiful plumpness and some more mysterious scenery below.

From a distance, Yang Cheng didn't see the appearance of this woman clearly. He just felt that a woman with a devilish figure would not be much worse. At least she was the type of woman that countless European men dreamed of the most.

"She is very fleshy!" Beckenbauer smiled.

Yang Cheng shook his head with a wry smile. He didn't know that the football emperor was a passionate seed, so he took this opportunity to tease him.

"Who, that woman?" Yang Cheng asked.

Beckenbauer shook his head, "I don't know, a third- and fourth-tier Hollywood actor was invited by his sponsor to attend the cocktail party. They also made serious publicity, saying that they would auction the first night rights of this beauty on it later!"

"Chu Ye Quan?" Yang Cheng was immediately stimulated by this bold and explicit word, "Impossible, in such an occasion?"

Beckenbauer laughed, "Of course it's impossible. This is just a hype by merchants. The so-called first night power is just that she will accompany you tonight, watch a drink, watch a movie, or go directly to Mozart Hall to listen to a concert, but you can't be unruly."

Yang Cheng almost fell down. What's the point of being the first night? Day!

"How is it? I'll just take a photo for you?" Beckenbauer jokingly.

"Are you harming me? Or are you thanking me?" Yang Cheng pretended to be serious and asked.

Beckenbower burst into laughter.

The cocktail party was going smoothly. The whole cocktail party was filled with celebrities from both political and business, and everything was going on in an orderly manner.

After a series of preludes, the cocktail party entered the charity auction.

During the auction session, Yang Cheng was arranged by the chairman to sit in a seat with the Fritz Walter brothers, which also attracted the attention of the audience, especially some people who did not know him, were surprised that they could sit with Fritz Walter.

Yang Cheng was grateful and knew that Fritz Walter was using this method to support himself and make himself worth a hundred times.

The auction has nothing to do with Yang Cheng, he is just a spectator.

Although he made a lot of money in the stock market, Yang Cheng had already arranged the use of this money. Of course, he would not show off on such occasions like a child. Otherwise, he would not be Yang Cheng.

On the contrary, Mascati, this guy obviously wanted to enter the German football world, so the whole auction went very active. He bought several items, but they were all immediately given to others, all of which were senior executives of the Bundesliga team.

But at this moment, the middle-aged man in his thirties stood up again.

"I really appreciate the demeanor and strength of Mr. Yang Cheng, head coach of Kaiserslautern, so I took my own initiative and gave Miss Charlize Theron to Mr. Yang Cheng!"

As soon as these words were said, the audience was in an uproar, followed by Beckenbauer and others applauding first.

Even the football emperor applauded, and the others naturally applauded, only Mascati, whose face became as stiff as a turtle shell. He finally saw clearly that Yang Cheng's interpersonal relationship in German football was already.

On the contrary, the person involved, Yang Cheng, looked around in disbelief. He felt like he had been raped, but he was quite enjoyable!
Chapter completed!