" Mino, you really are diligent. I just got back to Madrid, and you've already come."
His wife and child had both returned to China, leaving Yang Yang alone at home, but he still entertained Raiola in the reception room downstairs.
"Isn't it because I care about you? The moment I heard about your itinerary, I flew over immediately." Raiola grinned shamelessly.
"Give me a break." Yang Yang laughed and cursed him.
"Seriously, take a look at me. Have I lost weight? It's all because I've been missing you."
Yang Yang wore an expression that said he wanted to throw up, but he knew perfectly well that it was only a joke.
He had worked with Raiola for many years and watched him transform from a minor agent into the superpower of world football, a man capable of shaking the entire scene with a single stomp. Their close relationship was clearly different from his relationships with other people.
Raiola's career had started earlier, but it had truly taken off after he began working with Ibrahimovic, Yang Yang, Maxwell, and the others. Yang Yang in particular could be said to have been the key factor behind Raiola's meteoric rise, so Raiola's attitude toward him was clearly different from his attitude toward others, and the two were closer as well.
Yang Yang understood him very well.
To be sure, Raiola was the kind of man clubs hated with gritted teeth and players adored to death, but he was also someone who never got up early without profit. For him to come all the way to Madrid just to meet Yang Yang was absolutely impossible.
After all, this was the crucial period of the European transfer window, and also his busiest time.
"I heard you've been making frequent trips to Barcelona lately." Yang