Chapter 20

The well-prepared beautiful reporter was named Lai Yuxin, a journalist for the country's most famous sports media, "Sports Weekly." The column she was responsible for was the most popular international football section among fans.

Liu Hao was also a fan of Sports Weekly. He never missed an issue of the newspaper, which was published on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.

To him, Sports Weekly was an indispensable spiritual sustenance in his life.

And Lai Yuxin's column was his favorite.

"Black market!" After quickly scanning the contract, Liu Hao blurted out these two words.

Huh? Lai Yuxin was slightly taken aback, her expressive big eyes blinking.

"Isn't a football agent supposed to have a license? You don't even have a license number. What else could you be but a black market operator? Are you trying to get something for nothing? You probably don't even have a press card!" Liu Hao's index finger tapped on the contract page, looking like a leader who was very dissatisfied with his subordinate's work.

Lai Yuxin rolled her eyes, "If I'm going to get something, it would be a pig, not a wolf, right?"

"Who said that? I might be a wolf that looks like a pig..." Liu Hao's mouth didn't give in, taking every advantage.

"Right, since we're both black market, let's not talk about it," Lai Yuxin changed the subject, "So, are you going to play or not? If you really want to play, I can help you make it happen!"

Play! How could he not want to play! Liu Hao had such a strong desire in his heart, but his brows still furrowed.

It's one thing to say it, but to really play professional football? Wouldn't that ruin his current career? Although he was just a deputy section chief, he was living a leisurely life.

Most importantly, who the hell would play professional football at thirty?

With elderly parents and young children, this wasn't a joke...

After almost a minute, Liu Hao shook his head.

"No, I'd be crazy to play."

After saying that, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and exhaled a heavy puff of smoke.

Just as he was about to put the cigarettes back in his pocket, Lai Yuxin snatched them away.

"You smoke too?!" Seeing Lai Yuxin skillfully take out a lighter and light one for herself, Liu Hao was speechless.

Is this person a transsexual from Thailand? He couldn't help but think the worst.

Liu Hao muttered to himself, "I don't like women who smoke, even if they are beautiful."

For some reason, he suddenly thought of Zhang Ziyi... Is this girl long-term stationed abroad, picking up too many foreign habits, including...

"You're a tough one. I think every part of you is good, except your brain, which might be a genetic issue..." Lai Yuxin slightly raised her delicate face, exhaling three small circles in the air.

"Agreed. Some people have everything good about them, but they still go to Thailand for surgery and end up with a man's preferences. My personal advice is to go to South Korea and get it fixed, even if it's fake..." When it came to banter, Liu Hao didn't give in to Lai Yuxin at all.

Lai Yuxin didn't have the same cool demeanor as before; she immediately glared, raising her left hand with a camera as if to throw it.

"Phew! You're the transsexual! With your pig-like figure, you should report to the slaughterhouse so people don't go hungry!"

Women's moods can change in an instant, and Liu Hao was caught off guard.

This woman is terrifying! His wife is much better...

"Wait, you still need me to earn money for you. I need to think about it. It's like I'm a pork seller, and you can't just ask me to switch to selling meat."

"Both are selling meat? What's the difference?" Lai Yuxin didn't understand Liu Hao's point and blurted out, but a moment later, she spat again, "Your mouth is so dirty!"

"Only the officials can set fire, but the common people can't light a lamp?" Liu Hao laughed, shaking his head helplessly, "Suppose you're a reporter, with a fat body, an old age, and a few kids, but you have a powerful free kick that could conquer the world. Would you choose to become a professional player?"

As Liu Hao spoke, he gestured beside Lai Yuxin, as if she were the protagonist he was describing.

Lai Yuxin couldn't help but put herself in that position, frowning and biting her lip, "I'd become a butcher and butcher you first!" But after saying that, she nodded seriously, "I understand, it's because of these reasons."

"That's right, so I won't consider playing professional football," Liu Hao said seriously.

"But I didn't say you can't continue working. We can sign some special clauses with the club. As long as you make a special contribution to the team, I believe the club will support you. And I'm 100% sure that you, this pig, can do something extraordinary." Lai Yuxin still didn't give up, trying to persuade Liu Hao.

What a joke, if I don't catch you today, this trip to Yin Prefecture would be in vain.

What does it mean to do something extraordinary... This woman never misses a chance to mock me.

"A good man doesn't fight with a woman, let alone a bad one. I need to think about this carefully and will give you an answer in a short time."

"Fine, but there's not much time left before the 2014 Chinese Super League starts. Hurry up." Lai Yuxin barely suppressed her anger, her two delicate hands tightly clenched. From the beginning to now, she hadn't won a single argument!

"You should worry about yourself. Without a broker's license, I can't entrust myself to a black market operator, let alone a butcher..."

Lai Yuxin completely surrendered...

However, Liu Hao wasn't much better off. When he carefully read the contract again, he was stunned.

"The Party A fully owns the image rights of Party B..." This was a blatant霸王clause! But weren't image rights negotiated with the club? How did they all become hers?

"All the salaries Party B earns from participating in the competition shall be managed by Party A." This... Liu Hao suddenly thought of his wife. Do women like having such power?

"Party A fully represents all commercial activities of Party B, and Party B shall not privately contact any commercial activities."

"Party B shall not..."

"Party B shall not..."

"Party B shall not..."

After reading it, Liu Hao was completely dazed.

Is this a contract clause? It's all "full representation, full management, shall not, shall not, shall not, and more shall not..."

Isn't this like bronchitis? Is there a more tyrannical and inhumane contract clause than this? What's the difference...

He was breathing heavily through his nose, already seeing a bleak future.

"What's your boyfriend's phone number? I need to talk to him..." A woman like this, is there still a man in the world who would want her?!