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Chen Anno understood. He did not answer right away, but frowned and thought it over seriously for a while.

To be honest, Chen Anno had a pretty good impression of Aloisio. His talent might be average, but that was by Brazilian standards.

If he went to the Chinese Super League, Aloisio's ability definitely would not be a problem. He would practically be poverty relief for the league, but...

"If you don't have many dreams left for the future, and you just want to make money, then I think you can give it a try."

Aloisio froze for a moment, then nodded. He understood what Chen Anno meant.

"OK! Brothers who just came in, find yourselves a seat. Old Li's going to have breakfast first."

[Holy shit, Li Batian, if we don't find seats ourselves, can your livestream room provide stools or something?]

[Morning, Old Li. I just bought meat buns too, but I'm on the subway, so I'm too embarrassed to take them out and eat.]

[You guys are all up pretty early. I pulled an all-nighter last night, and I still haven't slept.]

In the Leisu Happy Beans Livestream Room, Li Batian had just gone live when several hundred people poured in, and the number was still climbing.

Comments flew across the screen at high speed while Li Batian kept his head down, slurping noodles.

"Burp..." A few minutes later, Li Batian let out a satisfied belch. The mouse in his hand began to move, and the match footage appeared.

"Same old rules. New brothers, please give the streamer a follow. Follow so you won't get lost. Top left is the streamer's exclusive QQ group. Brothers who are interested can join. Red-packet benefits will be sent out in the group from time to time, and there'll also be winning bet recommendations."

"Relax, brothers. Chen Anno is still starting today. See him? Number 21 in the black jersey, that's him."

"Correct score? Got it, brother, got it. Some brothers don't pay much attention to the Campeonato Brasileiro Serie A, so you might not know this, but home-field advantage in the Campeonato Brasileiro Serie A is very obvious. So usually, the home team has a pretty high chance of avoiding defeat."

"But today's match is different. Why? Because this match is pretty similar to the last one. The two teams are very close to each other, and both belong to the greater Sao Paulo area."

"Put it this way. If the last match against Corinthians could be compared to a match between Guangzhou Evergrande and Guangzhou R&F, then this match against Santos is basically like Evergrande playing Dongguan."

"What? You're saying Dongguan doesn't have a team?" Li Batian widened his eyes in the livestream room, then slowly shook his head, a sleazy grin on his face. "Brother, then you don't get it, do you? Dongguan's teams are famous all over the country. Ask the other brothers—does our great Dongguan have balls or not?"

"Ahem... got a bit off track there. As for the score of this match, Old Li still favors Santos, playing at home, to hold the line. 2–1 or 2–2."

While Li Batian was still shooting the breeze with the fans in the livestream room, the match at Urbano Caldeira Stadium had already begun.

As a team, Santos was no less well-known outside Brazil than famous clubs like Flamengo and Corinthians.

After all, this was the club where the King of Football, Pele, had once played.

As soon as the match began, Santos used their home advantage to launch an attack on Sao Paulo.

Ever since Neymar had left for Barcelona, Santos's attacking duties up front had been handed to Willian Jose.

But this Brazilian forward, who was even a year older than Neymar, was nowhere near Neymar's level.

Sure enough, his first shot flew straight into the stands and almost hit a young fan.

"Eh... isn't that Neymar? Brothers, any Barcelona fans here? Was that Neymar who just appeared on camera?" Li Batian shouted in the livestream room.

The camera had indeed just focused on Neymar in the VIP stand. Yesterday, he and Chen Anno had already agreed that he would come watch this match today.

The moment Neymar appeared on camera, it immediately stirred up the tens of thousands of fans in the stands.

By now, Neymar was already a household name in Brazil, especially after the Confederations Cup that had just passed.

In Santos, even more so—from eighty-year-old men to infants still nursing, everyone saw him as the pride who had come out of Santos.

Faced with the support of his hometown people, Neymar humbly waved to the fans, a charming smile on his face, making the young women shriek.

However, before the cheers had died down, the situation on the pitch changed.

Sao Paulo completed a counter-press in midfield, and Denilson immediately played the ball to Chen Anno's feet up front.

With his back to the incoming ball, Chen Anno suddenly flicked it up with the tip of his right foot. Then, as he quickly turned, he scooped upward with his heel.

Before the Santos defender could even get close, Chen Anno slipped past him, and the ball happened to fly over the defender's head as well.

"Holy shit! That dribble from Chen Anno was slick as hell!"

The livestream room was instantly filled with 666s.

After flicking it over the defender, Chen Anno kept sprinting forward. As the ball dropped, he guided it with the outside of his left foot, the whole move smooth and seamless.

Neymar's eyes lit up in the stands. "This guy's starting to get flashy too?"

"Chen Anno is through! This is Sao Paulo's chance..."

"In front of the penalty area, three defenders have already surrounded him. Chen Anno feints... beautiful!"

"He plays it into the box. Fabiano shoots!"

Duang!

With a crisp ring, the ball struck the crossbar and bounced back into the penalty area.

"Holy shit! Fabiano, that idiot... no, wait, the ball's still there..."

"Chen Anno shoots again!!"

"Beautiful!! It's in!!"

"It still has to be our Chen Anno!!"

"Fabiano, that idiot—he could even hit the crossbar on a one-on-one. If you ask me, Chen Anno should just do it himself from now on. Why the hell pass to him?"

After scoring, Chen Anno ran all the way toward the away fans' section, where several thousand Sao Paulo supporters in the corner chanted his name in unison.

That goal fully showed off Chen Anno's technical strengths and reaction speed.

Even when surrounded by defenders, he had still calmly slipped the ball through, setting his teammate up for a one-on-one.

After Fabiano's shot hit the crossbar, Chen Anno had actually reacted instantly and rushed forward to knock in the rebound.

He had scored in six straight matches. Chen Anno's performance was simply godlike!

In the VIP stands, Neymar applauded with a smile on his face.

Although it was his own boyhood club that had conceded, the one who had scored was his good brother, so of course he was happy.

At that moment, Neymar could also tell that Chen Anno was fully capable of establishing himself in the Top Five Leagues. What he lacked now was an opportunity.

An opportunity to show himself in front of European clubs.

"Sao Paulo has a European trip in August to take part in the Audi Cup held in Munich, Germany. It's only a commercial tournament, but Anno will have a chance to show his talent in front of European teams."

Wagner, beside him, seemed to have seen what Neymar was thinking and spoke up.

"Oh?" Neymar raised an eyebrow. "Which teams are taking part?"

"Bayern Munich will participate as the host. The others are AC Milan from Serie A and Manchester City from the Premier League."

"Tell me the truth, Wagner. Do you think Anno is suited to go to Europe now?" Neymar shifted his gaze to Wagner.

"I think there's no problem." Wagner looked back at Neymar as well, without avoiding his eyes.

"As your agent, it's true that the earlier I send you all to Europe, the more it benefits me. But Neymar, you know I used to be a player too.

"And... yesterday, Sao Paulo told me privately that if I could persuade Anno to sign a new contract with them and raise his release clause to 600 million Real, they would give me three million US dollars as a kickback."

At this point, Wagner stared tightly into Neymar's eyes, without a trace of desire for money in his own. "I... refused them."

Hearing this, Neymar suddenly laughed, then patted Wagner on the shoulder. "Of course I understand you, Wagner. Anno and I both trust your character. Otherwise, we wouldn't have agreed to let you be our agent, would we?"