A Genius Surpassing Bell? Is This Going to Explode Globally?

Su Bai looked at the unfamiliar number, but still called it back.

Not many people knew his number.

"Hello!"

As soon as the call connected, a middle-aged man's voice came through.

"Hello, may I ask—"

"Hi, Su, I'm a scout for Tottenham Hotspur. My name is Hanks!"

A scout?

Tottenham Hotspur?

Fuck, a scout had noticed me this quickly?

Su Bai was a little dumbfounded.

He had played less than two matches. Even if someone had noticed him, it shouldn't have happened this fast.

"It's like this. I was at the Monumental Stadium for yesterday's match!"

"Tottenham Hotspur had originally wanted to buy Romero from River Plate, but unfortunately, his season is now over!"

"I'd like to know whether you're interested in coming to the Premier League?"

Hanks was a very straightforward man.

There was no beating around the bush—he laid his cards on the table right away.

Hearing that, Su Bai felt a little awkward.

Romero?

The Romero who had tackled him, only to tackle himself into injury in the end?

He had crippled the guy and stolen his opportunity too?

Wasn't that pure villain behavior?

"Of course, sir. I'd very much like to go to the Premier League!"

Su Bai wasn't stupid. The reason he hadn't signed a contract with Boca was so he could go to one of Europe's top five leagues.

How could he possibly let such a good opportunity slip away?

As for stealing Romero's opportunity?

All he could say was that the guy had bad luck.

He wasn't some saint.

"Are you free right now? I'm in the Boca District. If possible, let's meet and talk!"

"Yes!"

Su Bai quickly packed his things and returned to the dormitory.

Barrios had already gone home.

So after taking a shower, Su Bai headed straight out of Boca's club grounds.

Meanwhile, in the Boca club manager's office.

Carl Vannu sat in his office chair with a deeply troubled expression.

Su Bai's refusal to alter the contract had truly stumped him.

No matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't understand why this sixteen-year-old kid would reject the club's generosity.

It was an opportunity every young player dreamed of.

Didn't he want to wear the jersey of his dreams and become a hero for Boca Juniors?

Which kid playing football in the Boca District didn't share that dream?

"Mr. Carl Vannu, perhaps we can use public pressure to make him sign!"

Carl Vannu's assistant entered with a cup of coffee.

Seeing that his boss was still worrying over Su Bai, he spoke up.

"Hm? Use public pressure?"

"Yes, sir. Su Bai's father has always sponsored our team. His chain supermarket is based in Buenos Aires. They're Chinese, and Chinese people value gratitude above all else!"

"We can use the media to stir things up. Say that Boca Juniors saved Su Bai, that Boca Juniors gave him an opportunity when he was at his lowest and allowed him to remain with the youth team!"

"That way, his only choice in Argentina will be Boca Juniors!"

The assistant respectfully placed the freshly stirred coffee before Carl Vannu.

When he looked up, he saw that the tightly furrowed brows on Carl Vannu's face had indeed relaxed.

Public opinion was the most effective weapon.

No matter who you were, when faced with one-sided public pressure, all you could do was silently endure it.

"Hi, Su!"

The moment he walked into the coffee shop Hanks had chosen, Hanks, dressed in a suit, raised his hand and called out to him.

"Hello!"

After sitting down, Su Bai sized Hanks up.

The suit was brand-new, and its cut and style were top-notch. It was obviously expensive.

He had heard that British scouts earned a lot.

It seemed that was true.

"Su, yesterday's match was incredible! I was up in the stands cheering for you alongside the Boca fans, even though I was in the River Plate owner's box!"

British humor!

Fine, Su Bai really couldn't get the kind of jokes these British people supposedly found funny.

"Haha, alright, Su, let me introduce myself again!"

"My name is Hanks, and I'm from London, United Kingdom!"

"I'm currently Tottenham Hotspur's chief scout!"

Chief scout!

No wonder he could sit in the River Plate owner's VIP box.

"Hello, Mr. Hanks. My name is Su Bai, and I'm currently with Boca Juniors Club!"

"Haha, Su, there's no need to say that. I know you very well!"

"Sixteen years old, a winger, with decent long-range shooting ability with both feet, great speed, and an utterly unbelievable ability to cut inside and change direction!"

"And most importantly, right now, you are very, very suited to Tottenham Hotspur's tactics!"

"I believe you can absolutely become Tottenham Hotspur's next Gareth Bale!"

"European football needs talents like you!"

After all, he was a scout.

The ability to sell a dream was essential.

In truth, Hanks had no idea whether Su Bai suited Tottenham's tactics.

His job was simply to dig up talent for the club.

He had come to Argentina this time to buy Romero.

Tottenham needed a winger who could cross.

That was something the head coach had made clear before he came.

But from what he knew, this Chinese kid in front of him wasn't particularly good at crossing.

Still, Romero was already done for, and the most important thing now was to talk this kid into joining Tottenham first.

As for whether he would get to play, that wasn't something Hanks needed to consider.

His commission had nothing to do with whether Su Bai saw the pitch.

"Mr. Hanks, what I want to know is, if I go to Tottenham now, will I have a chance to play?"

"And I'm not an EU player. I can't even play for Tottenham at all!"

The smile on Hanks's face immediately turned awkward when he heard that.

It seemed...

It seemed the teenager in front of him wasn't some naive fool.

The sales pitch he had just delivered hadn't worked at all.

"Well, Su, you know Premier League clubs have spots under the talent clause every year. With your ability, I think that as long as you go to Tottenham, the club can absolutely use one for you!"

"Oh! So you mean you haven't discussed our conversation with the club at all? And you have no idea whether I'll get a chance to play either?"

This...

Hanks suddenly began sweating.

Even when he had been dealing with River Plate's manager, Hanks had never been in such a state.

He couldn't understand why a teenager could pinpoint the holes in his words so precisely every time!

The kid was right.

He hadn't even had time to discuss Su Bai's transfer with the club.

He had been in Buenos Aires for nearly a week. They had been urging him from back home, but damn River Plate had kept dragging things out because of this Superclásico, even using that incredibly curvy female secretary to try and keep him around.

After yesterday's match, he was too embarrassed to tell the club that Romero was out for the season.

He was waiting to talk Su Bai into it first, then contact the club and tell them he had found a player better than Romero, whom he had been watching until the end of the match.

That way, he wouldn't have any trouble either.

But what frustrated him was that he had absolutely no way to sweet-talk the sixteen-year-old kid in front of him.

Were all Chinese people this sharp?

"Alright, Su! I'll contact the club!"

After saying that, Hanks immediately took out his phone and dialed Tottenham Hotspur's team manager.

He had no choice but to speak with the club as soon as possible. He didn't have much time to waste. If Su Bai simply left now, then his trip to Argentina really would have been all for nothing!

"Beep, beep, beep!"

"Hanks, why the hell are you calling so early? How did the talks with Romero go?"

"Mr. Hilder, unfortunately, Romero tore his cruciate ligament in yesterday's match and is out for the season!"

"Damn it, Hanks! I told you to bring him over as soon as possible. You dragged this out, and now this is the news you give me?"

Though the furious Hilder was already tearing into him over the phone, Hanks still raised his right hand and flashed Su Bai an OK gesture.

"But I found a super talent—a genius who completely crushed Romero in the match. His talent is even more astonishing than Bale's!"

"Fuck, Hanks, don't feed me bullshit. Do you think—what? More astonishing than Bale? Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'll send you the video of yesterday's match right now. Oh, no need—you can search for Boca Juniors on Google! I'm sure you'll see it!"

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