After the Medal of Honor ceremony, the French Team players dined in a restaurant inside the Élysée Palace, a first for everyone.
French President Hollande and Prime Minister Ayrault also attended the dinner, sitting with key figures like Michel, Deschamps, and Maël, chatting animatedly and occasionally raising their glasses for a toast.
It was a very formal event, and everyone at the table spoke cautiously, making it somewhat dull.
Maël was initially interested, but later focused on eating.
As the dinner ended, Michel stopped him, smiling and asking, "You promised me that after the game, you'd let me touch the Gold Medal. How did you completely forget yesterday?"
"Oh," Maël said with an embarrassed smile, not wanting to admit he was carried away by excitement. He simply said, "I knew we'd meet in Paris, so I wasn't in a hurry."
"I brought it today. Want to see it? I can go get it from the bus."
"No need." Michel shook his head, a smug look on his face. "Including the staff, there are 37 members of the French Team in total, and the organizers prepared 40 Gold Medals."
"I shamelessly asked for three extra, gave one each to the President and Prime Minister, and kept one for myself."
"Haha..." Maël laughed. He could imagine Michel running to the UEFA officials to ask for Gold Medals; it must have been amusing.
"By the way."
He remembered something and asked, "We agreed during the European Cup that if we win the World Cup in the future, you would personally award me the Medal of Honor... Why is it early?"
Michel grinned, "I thought you'd forgotten our agreement. Well... how should I put it? Consider it a surprise for you."
"You brought us surprises, so of course I had to be prepared."
Maël nodded, jokingly saying, "Then if we win the World Cup, will there be an even better gift?"
"Of course." Michel put a hand on Maël's shoulder, smiling as he replied, "But I can't tell you what it is in advance. I can only say that I'm as excited as you are about the gift I'll give you."
After saying this, they exchanged smiles, and it seemed like it was time to part ways.
"Can I trouble you with something? It's a personal request..." Michel looked at Maël, as if he had something important to say.
Seeing Maël nod, he continued, "I know that after this tournament, you'll become the hottest star in the world for a while, with countless endorsements and advertisements coming your way. You'll be very busy."
"So while you have time these next two days, while all the French children are still immersed in the joy you brought them, I hope you can visit the Youth Training Academy in Paris."
"You'll bring the greatest inspiration to the children there, giving the new generation of French players the belief to pursue excellence."
"In the future, they may make Ligue 1 better and keep France Football strong."
Maël looked at the seriousness in his eyes, deeply feeling his love for Football. Maybe when he was young, besides dancing Latin with his teacher, Football was also one of his hobbies.
"No problem." He agreed. The charity event at Arsenal left a deep impression on him, and he became interested in this aspect.
Besides, now that he has become a superstar, sometimes going back to the grassroots level to play with the young players is a good way to relax.
"Thank you." Michel opened his arms to Maël, smiling and saying, "I'll also make requests to other players, asking them to go to Marseille, Nantes, Toulouse, and other major cities."
"You will pass on the spirit of the champion from generation to generation, influencing many people."
Maël hugged him, feeling Michel's high regard for him. He didn't need to say much; making him the Football ambassador of the capital was the best proof.
"Finally, let's take a photo together." Michel invited Maël to a spot, had the staff bring two wine glasses, and made a toasting gesture.
Maël knew that after this, he could leave. He stood next to Michel with a smile, waiting for the flash of the camera.
"Snap!" The white light illuminated the wall behind them, and also lit up the smiles on their faces. They then put down their glasses, embraced, patted each other on the back, and exchanged blessings.
Two years ago, the little kid who practiced shooting diligently at Colney Base was now chatting and laughing with one of the most powerful people in the country.
Perhaps it's still difficult to say they are on the same path, but as leaders in their respective industries, and as people who appreciate each other, they will surely build a deep friendship.
This won't be the last time the two meet. Since their life paths have intersected, there will definitely be new collisions in the future.
...
In the afternoon, Maël met with Le Graët, the president of the France Football Association, in the business car prepared for him by Michel. Together, they would begin their champion promotion tour in Paris.
"I don't know how to express my congratulations and gratitude to you. In short, I will thank God in my morning prayers for allowing me to encounter an amazing player like you during my term."
Le Graët warmly embraced Maël right away. He also talked to Maël about the trip along the way, "You grew up in Aix, so you probably haven't been to Paris much, have you?"
Maël nodded. Apart from going to Clairefontaine for training camps, he really hadn't been to Paris much.
Le Graët's face was filled with pride, "Paris is a sacred place for Football youth training. It is because of this city that France Football has produced so many talents.
"If you look down from the plane on the way back, you will find that the most striking thing here is not the Seine River, the Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe, or Notre Dame, or even the towering Eiffel Tower.
"The main feature of this city is the star-studded, widespread football fields, which is where the Strength of France Football lies."
He continued with a proud tone, "You must also know that in the southwestern suburbs of Paris, there is not only the Palace of Versailles, but also the world-renowned Clairefontaine Youth Training Academy.
"We will go there first this time to meet the young players there."
Maël nodded slightly. After hearing this, he was somewhat touched. Perhaps, as he said, this is the reason for the Strength of France Football.
...
Half an hour later, the vehicle they were in slowly drove into the Clairefontaine Youth Training Academy, and the first stop of the tour began.
Unlike past national team training camps, this time they went directly to the youth training center, to the core area of the academy.
"Maël!"
Inside a green field, more than a hundred youth training players of different ages waved their hands excitedly. They also quickly rushed to the area where the vehicle was located, surrounding the vehicle.
Some people held 'Arsenal No. 7' jerseys, some held 'France No. 7' jerseys, and some held 'lm7' shoes, waiting for Maël's autograph.
After Maël got out of the car, he was surrounded by everyone. Countless hands reached towards his waist and arms, and everyone wanted to get close to him.
Looking at the young faces and their admiring gazes, he smiled from the bottom of his heart, touched the heads of several young players, and then took out a pen to sign autographs for them.
Le Graët was basically ignored. He stood aside and applauded. If you didn't know better, you would have thought he was the driver.
"Maël, can you teach me Long Shot? Everyone says your shot is a Tornado Shot."
"Isn't it Tiger Style?"
"How childish, animation is animation, his shot is a Heavy Cannon shot with excellent Strength and precision!"
"Haha, I want to learn your Volley, can I?"
"Eleven goals in 6 European Cup games, God, I can't even score that many in the Youth Team League."
"Mbappé can!"
Maël listened to them chattering, touched one of their heads and said, "Your coaches can teach you these things. The key is to practice hard and believe that you can do it."
After the autograph session, he took a group photo with the Clairefontaine coaching staff, who also had respectful looks on their faces, and then went to the dormitory area for a visit.
"Clairefontaine has dormitories that can accommodate 200 players, all in small single rooms."
A female staff member led him and Le Graët, introducing him to the youth training center along the way, and intentionally led him to one of the rooms.
Upon entering the room, he saw a young Mbappé wearing a green sweatshirt sitting on the bed, looking even more like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle in this outfit.
"This is Mbappé, the most promising genius in the youth training camp, known as the next Henry."
Le Graët said at this moment, he obviously also knew this outstanding talented player.
Maël looked at the shy Mbappé and then at the posters behind him. If he remembered correctly, he had seen photos of Mbappé's childhood room in his previous life, which were full of Ronaldo posters.
But this time there were some changes. On the two photo walls, only one side was Ronaldo, and the other side was him.
Maël smiled. This might also be a butterfly effect of his arrival. He had become one of the idols of this future superstar. "Do you like Ronaldo more, or me? I want to hear the truth."
Mbappé quickly blushed, and he stammered, "It's you now, at least for this period."
"Haha..."
Maël and Le Graët laughed. He looked at the cute young Mbappé and said, "Is it because of the European Cup title? If I don't perform well next season, will you tear down my poster?"
"No, I won't." Mbappé's eyes darted around, and he obviously wasn't very good at lying at a young age.
Maël touched his head and said, "Don't worry, that won't happen... Also, keep up the good work. I was also called the next Henry when I was young."
Mbappé nodded, his eyes flashing with ambition and desire.
Maël was soon led to another room by the staff. He saw an even younger curly-haired boy.
"This is Saliba, also a player that everyone is optimistic about. By the way, he really likes Arsenal."
Someone introduced him. His eyes lit up. It turned out to be the future Gunner iron guard. "Hello, your room is very beautiful. I like the red and white elements here."
Compared to Mbappé, Saliba was more outgoing. Perhaps because he was younger, he didn't understand the gap between himself and Maël, and only felt that this was an older brother who was very good at playing football.
He took out a Henry jersey and then an lm7 jersey. "Please sign them for me. I like you very much. When they said you would come to visit my room, I talked to my parents on the phone for a long time."
Maël took the pen and signed for him, and then said, "Has Henry not been here? How come there's no his signature?"
"He's been here, but I didn't see him."
Saliba smiled honestly. He came to Maël's side and grabbed Maël's clothes and said, "Can you help me get his signature?"
"If he can come here, I will help you get it."
Maël could only agree to this, and then touched Saliba's curly hair and said, "Grow up quickly, I hope you can play for Arsenal."
"Will you still be playing football when I grow up?" Saliba said innocently, "I also want to defend against you, so everyone will definitely call me the best defender."
"Haha...!"
Maël and the people next to him laughed together. He raised his eyebrows, "I will be in my prime when you grow up, don't worry, and I hope you can achieve that goal by then."
After saying this, he left Saliba's room and went to the field again to prepare for a simple scrimmage with the older players.
Perhaps he didn't have much contact with the children here, and he didn't talk much about the European Cup.
But he understood that with the title of European Cup champion and the four major awards of the European Cup, as long as he appeared here and wandered around in front of them, he could bring some positive things to their hearts and minds.
While doing warm-up exercises, he saw a player in a vest with his hands clasped behind his back, talking to the coach with a look of disappointment.
The coach then patted him on the shoulder and called another player to join the warm-up team. That player had no choice but to lower his head, purse his lips, and return to the sidelines to sit down, his fists clenched.
Seemingly driven by some inexplicable force, Maël suddenly wanted to go over and ask him what was wrong, why he had given up when he could have been playing with him.
He approached the 14-15 year old player and said with a smile, "Not feeling well? This kind of scrimmage isn't too intense, maybe you can give it a try."
The player stood up, flattered, and replied before he could even think, "Ah, no, it's not that, I..."
He trailed off, finding it difficult to say, took a step back, and rested his left foot on the heel of his right foot, trying to hide it.
Maël's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously glanced at his left foot, noticing that the hard material fixing the front of his shoe was turned out, exposing his gray socks.
The shoe was coming apart. He looked at the young player's face again and saw him forcing a smile, as if knowing that he had seen it. He was clearly embarrassed but pretended to be calm.
"I have a few more pairs of shoes in the dorm, but it's too far, and I don't want to go back to get them."
The player pointed in the direction of the dorm, but the regret on his face was undeniable. It was clear that this was just an excuse; no matter how far the dorm was, it couldn't outweigh his desire to play football with Maël.
Afraid that Maël wouldn't believe him, he stammered, continuing to add, "My dad just bought me new ones, your special edition shoes, for 673 pounds, they'll be mailed over in the next day or two."
As he spoke, the hand behind his back clenched even tighter, his fingernails even digging into his palm. That piercing pain was the self-esteem of a teenage boy.
A few moments of absent-mindedness appeared in Maël's eyes, and he couldn't help but think of himself back then.
He patted the other person's head, not exposing the lie, turned around and continued to do warm-up exercises, while picking up his phone and dialing a number.
After the phone was connected, Orto's enthusiastic voice came, with joy, "Is the champion here to ask for the European Cup bonus? Then I have to calculate it carefully."
"No."
Maël glanced at the boy over there, saw that he was still clenching his fists, sighed slightly, and then asked, "Are there any Collaboration Shoes in Paris? Are there many?"
"Yes." The joy in Orto's tone did not diminish, "All the major cities in Europe have them. You don't know how popular your shoes have been these days.
"The physical stores in Paris have just received a batch, a total of 1,500 pairs, what's wrong?"
"I'm at Clairefontaine." Maël explained the reason for his call, "I want to donate a batch of shoes to the academy, for the children here, can you help me send a batch? I'll pay."
"Now?" Orto's voice changed, "Or should we take our time?"
"I need them now, the sooner the better."
"Okay the warehouse is in the southwest suburbs of Paris, it should be very fast to send them over, how many pairs do you want?"
"See if you can send some of the main sizes for players aged 8-17, and then let them pick a pair each according to their shoe size, and then send the rest back to the warehouse."
"Okay don't bother paying, Clairefontaine has at most 200 people, we'll just send these shoes."
"I'll pay."
"Ah, okay then."
After hanging up the phone, Maël finished his warm-up exercises and stepped onto the field, smiling and playing a scrimmage with the players here, occasionally causing the surrounding audience to burst into laughter.
More than half an hour later, he, who was already resting, saw two small trucks drive into Clairefontaine and come to the side of the field.
He explained their intentions to the staff, and the staff quickly conveyed the message to all the players.
"Yeah!"
Amidst a burst of cheers, Maël saw out of the corner of his eye that the young player was following behind the crowd, looking anxiously and eagerly towards the small truck.
A different kind of satisfaction rose in his heart. He personally stood in front of the truck, asking everyone their shoe sizes and handing out the top-tier 'lm7' Collaboration Shoes.
After giving out many pairs, he saw the child with the unglued shoes come to his side, his face flushed, and say, "I wear size 7.5."
"Okay."
Maël smiled and found a pair of size 7.5 shoes, handing them to him, "I'm only one size bigger than you, quite a coincidence. Here you go."
"Thank you." The young player took the shoes cautiously, touching the angular surface. He quickly fell in love with them, took off his own shoes, and put on the new ones.
He took two steps, walking a little awkwardly, perhaps because he also felt a special warmth.
A smile soon appeared on his face. He didn't linger by Maël's side but ran step by step towards the green field, wanting to find a football to try them out.
"Tap, tap, tap."
Maël watched his happy running figure, remembering when he wore Hans' shoes and ran towards the field, also running towards his future. He hoped this child would do the same.
He was giving back to his former self, sending his former self a pair of his current Collaboration Shoes.
"His name is Alphonso, a child from Grigny. Because drug and smuggling transactions are rampant, it's very poor there."
A staff member had been paying attention to Maël, as if seeing his thoughts, and explained, "His mother raises four children alone. Even eating is a problem, so naturally, there's no money to support him."
"He also rarely accepts help from the coaches. The coaches can only give him new shoes under the guise of lending them."
"He wears the same pair of shoes for several months each time, gluing them again and again until they are completely unglued."
Maël nodded after listening and noted his name.
"Bang, bang... Bang!"
Watching Alphonso dribble the ball with great energy and complete a shot, along with the smile on his face, he experienced another layer of the meaning of success.
He would pass on the kindness that Hans had given him, hoping that his shoes would also become the beginning of many children's football careers.
After finishing the Clairefontaine trip, he and Le Graët went to several larger Youth Training Academies and some small interest classes to experience different Football.
He gave out many shoes along the way. Finally, when he spoke with Orto, the other party said with a wry smile, "452 pairs. The statistician just sent me a message. God, should I be happy or feel sorry for you?"
"Naturally, be happy."
Maël smiled, "I'm not even feeling sorry for the huge bonus Puma paid me, this little bit of money is nothing."
"Haha... That's true." Orto had time to calculate with Maël this time. He took a deep breath and said, "European Cup champion, European Cup Best Player + Golden Boot, do you know how much you can get?"
"How much?"
"One first-level weighted award, two second-level weighted awards, a total of £4 million! Including the extra bonus, it's £6 million."
"God... In just 30 days, you've earned almost the same bonus as last year. Is this money too easy to earn?"
Maël couldn't help but smile and said, "Yeah, it seems that starting next season, my endorsement fee will be £9.85 million, soon breaking the £10 million mark."
This was also a milestone moment. A contract of £10 million a year for a major endorsement brand definitely meant that he had entered the ranks of the world's top superstars.
After his performance and individual play deserved the title of a super giant, his ability to attract money is also slowly catching up!
"Yes, the new season hasn't even started yet. According to the regulations, this £4 million will be added to your endorsement fee." "But one thing, you said before that the European Cup bonus would be counted towards next season, so the extra bonus clause is newly calculated, which is just reaching 4 million."
"I understand." Maël nodded. For him, this was undoubtedly the best.
He knew that next season he would definitely get more, and reaching the full-weighted 'extra bonus' clause of 6 million was definitely not a problem!
"What about the sales of the Collaboration Shoes?" he asked proactively, curious about this point.
"As of yesterday, a total of 430,000 pairs have been sold, with a sales volume of £81.5 million."
Orto had definitely watched this data slowly rise, but when he said it, he couldn't help but exclaim: "The effect is much better than expected, but based on your unprecedented performance in the European Cup, it's understandable.
"I predict that selling 1.5 million pairs this year is definitely a promising goal. If the sales exceed $350 million, these shoes will account for 1% of the shoe market."
Maël roughly calculated in his mind that when he signed the contract, he signed a 12% share of the sales.
In other words, these 430,000 pairs of shoes could earn him nearly £10 million, and after tax, it would be around £6 million!
Much more than he imagined. It seemed he had underestimated this market. No wonder those stars were posting about Collaboration Shoes and related merchandise every day. As long as you have fame, this ability to attract money is too strong.
So, after one European Cup, his after-tax income at Puma was about to break £10 million? Directly surpassing last year's total income? Maël couldn't suppress the smile on his face. He said to Orto, "You guys promote it well, and I'll work hard to play football, and strive to sell 2 million pairs this year.
"It would be a very fulfilling thing to have one pair of my Collaboration Shoes on the feet of every hundred people who play football."
"Okay! Keep it up!" Orto cheered him on, and also cheered on Puma. "Since we've been working together for more than a year, I don't think there's anything we can't say to each other. I want to make a wish here.
"I hope your existence can allow Puma to continue to maintain rapid growth, let us see the hope of catching up with Nike and Adidas, and surpass them in the future!" "I don't think this is impossible. The year-end financial report should show some hope and give all of us confidence. I will send you a copy then."
"Keep it up!" Maël could feel Orto's state of mind when he said these words. It must be a declaration full of heroic spirit during a period of rapid advancement in life.
Help Puma catch up with the two giants? This was a very challenging task, but he was willing to try it, because it was also a very interesting task! Time entered July, and transfer rumors were completely flying everywhere, and many successful transactions occupied the headlines.
"Tottenham midfielder Modrić officially transfers to Real Madrid! The deal reached 30 million euros!" - Spanish AS
"Arsenal interested in Bale? Ramsey revealed in a program that the team is promoting a deal with a top Premier League scorer, and some speculate that this person is his Wales national team teammate Bale!" - The Times
"Tottenham faces the risk of being hollowed out? It is rumored that Tottenham fans have expressed dissatisfaction with the club's senior management and owners, and they believe that the team will lack competitiveness next season!" - London Evening Standard
"Dortmund midfielder Kagawa Shinji joins Manchester United! The transfer fee reached 17 million pounds! Ferguson loves Japanese and Korean players!" - 442
"Giroud officially transfers to Arsenal! The French striker, who performed well in the European Cup, will become a club teammate with his good partner Maël! The transfer fee is 15.5 million pounds!" - The Guardian
"Portuguese full-back João Pereira joins Arsenal! Transfer fee £7.5 million!" - The Times
"Thiago Silva is close to joining Arsenal! AC Milan is asking for £40 million! Once the deal is successful, he will become a strong contender for the transfer window champion this season!"
"Swag Brother Berbatov leaves the team, the player will start at Fulham"
In the latest episode of Sky Sports, the host reported in detail on Arsenal's operations in the transfer market this season.
They always do this, watching which team is in the limelight recently, and then start a new program to attract traffic.
"Wenger's team's investment in the summer window is amazing. After purchasing Spanish midfielder Cazorla and German forward Podolski, this team is still buying new players on a large scale.
"The joining of João Pereira and Giroud proves that some previous transfer rumors about Arsenal are absolutely true.
"They will also pursue Brazilian midfielder Oscar, Milan defender Thiago Silva, and even Bale, who has recently been rumored."
"The team's spending in the transfer market has already exceeded £50 million. If Thiago Silva joins the team, their total investment will definitely exceed £100 million. Bale's joining could even cost them over £200 million."
"This is truly astonishing. You know, in the past 5 years, Arsenal's total transfer expenditure has not exceeded £200 million, and the net spending is only £103 million."
"Their operation is also jokingly called Wenger and Kroenke's retaliatory buying by fans, the squandering of the newly rich."
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As the host was speaking, the radio director whispered a reminder: "Just now, Thiago Silva arrived in London and is expected to complete the official announcement in the next few days!"
Her expression was surprised, and she organized her words: "Latest news, Arsenal is about to complete the signing of Thiago Silva, the Milan defender has arrived in London for the final negotiations of the contract! We don't know the specific transfer fee for this deal yet, but I believe that soon, relevant reports will put the pictures + transfer data on the Internet."
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In front of Arsenal's Colney Training Base, a crowd of reporters who had rushed over was packed, and they aimed their cameras at a business car.
Not long after, Thiago Silva, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, walked out of the base with his agent. They did not avoid the camera, but turned back to greet the media with smiles on their faces.
It seems that his personal contract negotiations with Arsenal are progressing smoothly.
"Click, click!"
Under the constantly flashing lights of the media, he boarded the business car and drove towards a hotel in the city.
The media reporters who put down their cameras all knew that everything was a foregone conclusion, just waiting for the official announcement! Arsenal will sign this powerful Brazilian center-back, greatly strengthening the strength of the defense!
July 7th, Paris.
Maël met with Mendes at the hotel. After returning, he went to many places and participated in many business activities. Finally, he had time to rest and meet with his agent.
"What's wrong?"
Mendes looked at Maël's tired appearance and smiled, "I've been feeling that you've been living a carefree life recently, without any complicated things. Why do you look so haggard?"
"Don't mention it." Maël shook his head with a bitter face, "There are too many activities here. I'm going back to London tomorrow to train hard and prepare for the new season."
Mendes nodded with a smile and said, "Let's go back together. You know, I've already compiled the new endorsement contracts for you, just waiting for you to return to London to sign them."
"Which ones are there this time?"
"Many." Mendes took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Maël.
After Maël read it for a while, he summarized with a look of intoxication: "I have accepted endorsements from 6 brands, 13 promotional advertisements. Based on your current ability to attract money, this is a contract worth tens of millions of pounds."
"The endorsements are Emirates Airlines, Ferrari cars, Dior Perfume brand, and Procter & Gamble's Head & Shoulders shampoo, Camay soap, and Crest toothpaste."
He crossed his legs and raised his eyebrows, "See? Procter & Gamble, who once didn't even want to give bonus contracts, has offered you three endorsement contracts for its brands this time."
"What does this mean? It means that in their assessment, your appeal to the female market is excellent and worth increasing cooperation!"
He raised his head and paused for a while before making his own prediction, "If this endorsement goes smoothly, you may become Procter & Gamble's international image spokesperson and reach the highest cooperation with their head office."
"At that time, you will not only become the first football star to have such an endorsement, but also receive an unprecedentedly generous contract."
Maël looked at the prices on the document and immediately felt ecstatic. Mendes's quotation for promotional advertisements was £1.35 million each.
13 of them, which is £17.55 million, and after tax, there is also a profit of over £10 million! In terms of endorsements, Emirates Airlines' contract reaches £4.25 million a year, Ferrari is £3.5 million, Dior Perfume is £3.25 million, and Procter & Gamble's three brands are £2.5 million each.
A total of £18.5 million a year! Including the past endorsed brands, he can take away about £40 million in revenue from endorsers every year, about £25 million after tax, not counting bonuses!
If he didn't know Mendes liked to accumulate endorsements and advertisements, waiting to raise the contract price after he achieved significant success, he wouldn't believe he could get so many contracts in one day; it was too astonishing.
From these numbers, he also saw the rise in his commercial value and influence, which was sometimes more direct than looking at the number of trending searches.
"These contracts are for 3-4 years, and the option is in our hands."
Mendes stood up, picked up a bottle of water, and took a sip. "If I'm not mistaken, you're going to choose the shorter one again?"
"Yes."
Maël put down the documents and smiled, "Last year, my base endorsement fee was just over £1 million, but this year the average price is around £3.5 million. With this rate of increase, it's hard for me to sign with them for several more years."
"Haha..." Mendes looked at Maël, recalling the dreamlike month, and finally sighed, "Be prepared, starting this month, your advertising posters will be hung in every street and alley.
"If you're ashamed of it, it'll be hard for you to walk down the street, because it will be all-encompassing."
Maël extended his right hand to him, wanting to express his pleasure in the cooperation, "I won't be ashamed; I will only enjoy it as always."
"Clap!"
The two men's hands clapped together, and they then laughed loudly, "Haha...!"
Looking into each other's eyes, they both knew that even if they ended their cooperation tomorrow, they had achieved their former goal—to complete a great partnership.
The road has just begun. After reaching the Top 3 in the football world and the Top 15 in commercial value and influence in the world of sports, next, it's time to move towards the Top 1 on both lists!
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