"How much did the club spend to buy you? Four million? What’s your annual salary, eight hundred thousand? Over three years, the total cost is six million four hundred thousand."
"For a Serie C team, this is a sky-high price."
"Even for a Serie B team, it’s still a sky-high price, but it’s no longer unbearable."
"If within these three years San Remo makes it to Serie A, then the six million four hundred thousand going down the drain won’t hurt anyone."
"Mr. Russell has invested billions in the club’s stadium. Anything under ten million, as long as it can make Sotu, who can continually bring victories and promote the team, happy, he doesn’t care at all."
"Sotu can bench you for three years, not allowing you to play a single game. By then, at twenty-nine, will any team still want you?"
"Not to mention your technical and tactical level might decline due to lack of game practice, even if you become stronger, who would dare to take a player who hasn’t played for three years? What big team would risk taking you?"
"Forget Serie A, even in Serie B, no team would want you. You might have to start again from Italian D and C, and by then, how much time would be left in your career to be hopeful?"
"Nothing! Absolutely nothing!"
"Your future is already quite clear, but I’m afraid you don’t realize it, so I’ve specifically come to tell you today!"
Bang!
Lu Yang finished his drink and knocked the bottle on the table.
Becher’s was startled by the sound.
He kept shaking his head but couldn’t say a word because the facts were indeed as Lu Yang said.
To put it bluntly, even if Russell is genuinely reluctant, can Sotu compensate for a loss of over six million?
Sotu has been playing for so many years; he’s not short of this amount of money.
This is the risk of taking sides carelessly.
If Becher’s was just an ordinary player, letting him play when he should, Sotu wouldn’t have had to make things difficult for him.
But when Becher’s became Scott’s sentinel, he was bound to become a major target of oppression.
An indefinite freeze!
Even when it comes to Becher’s with an eight hundred thousand annual salary, or even someone like Umtiti with a twelve million annual salary, Barça, if provoked, could bench him for two years and really keep him off the field!
Of course, in this era where the salary cap for Serie A superstars is generally around three or four million euros, twelve million sounds like a fantasy.
After a period of thinking and sorting things out, Becher’s looked at Lu Yang, with a hint of longing hidden beneath his skeptical eyes: "What should I do? Did you come here today just to watch me make a fool of myself?"
Lu Yang patted Becher’s shoulder: "Of course not, no matter what, you are a part of San Remo. I’m willing to show you a clear path."
"Seeking a transfer this summer is your best way out. Of course... the premise is that Sotu is willing to let you go!"
Becher’s lip twitched.
Doesn’t that mean nothing?
You just said that Sotu plans to keep you indefinitely on the bench to assert his authority and express his anger.
Then would he still let you go?
Six million four hundred thousand, San Remo can fully afford to lose!
"This is where I can help you," Lu Yang said, "As long as you are willing to let go of your prejudices, willing to cooperate with the team’s tactics, and willing to contribute to San Remo, then I can persuade Sotu to let you go during the summer window."
"But..."
Becher’s became nervous.
But what?
Call him dad?
I can do that anytime!
"But have you thought about it, your experience at San Remo might disappoint most Serie A teams that were previously interested in you?" Lu Yang said.
Becher’s frowned: "You mean, I haven’t achieved satisfactory stats at San Remo, which will affect my market value?"
Lu Yang said: "You got one point right, but that’s not the main issue. Your performance in the one and a half seasons in Serie C has already proven you, so even if you don’t score in the second half of the season at San Remo, it won’t significantly impact your market value."
"What really makes those Serie A teams hesitate is your performance at San Remo has shown everyone that Becher’s can only play as a core player or a star role!"
"That’s the real reason for your unsellability!"
"Why did Rome buy you? To replace Wolf King Perrotta? Absolutely not! They just wanted a winger who could pass to the Wolf King better and help create space, not another Aguirre who can’t understand his own position!"
"Did Florence buy you to replace the King of Purple Lilies, Carrel?"
"Did Juventus buy you to replace the Prince Zebra, Ancelotti?"
"Did AC Milan buy you to replace Izalelt?"
"Did Inter Milan buy you to replace the current Serie A top Divine Striker Juan Gutierrez?"
"Who do you think you are?"
"Even with the numerous offers from Serie A that the top Divine Striker in Serie B, Talista, received, most of them wanted him to go and better help the team’s original core players, not to become the team’s offensive core."
"Status is something players establish season by season; there are no parachuted cores in this world unless your name contains Ronaldo or Messi!"
"If you can’t fulfill the role of a role player at San Remo, you will find it even harder to adapt to this role in a big team. So why would those Serie A teams purchase you?"