Klopp's Youth Storm? Dortmund Made an Offer?

Unlike Argentina's league, which was still in full swing, European football had already entered the final frenzy of the transfer window.

Real Madrid dumped Özil on Manchester United for 50 million euros.

Bayern Munich sent Gustavo to Wolfsburg!

Liverpool loaned Aly Cissokho from Valencia.

After his contract expired, Kaká returned to the San Siro where he had made his name.

Schalke 04 picked up Boateng from AC Milan.

Paris Saint-Germain took Cavani from Napoli for 64 million euros.

Just as all of European football was still scouring every nook and cranny for any gold that might have been missed on the beach, the Argentine Primera División Superclásico suddenly entered everyone's sights.

Argentines were everywhere in European football.

There were not only players among them; even coaches could be found throughout clubs across the continent.

Even if they were no longer in Argentina, their attention to the Superclásico remained as unwavering as ever.

At Barcelona's club facilities in distant Spain, Barcelona head coach Martino sat in the leather chair of his office, sipping coffee as he watched the Superclásico replay.

Martino was a true-blue Boca Juniors man. Even after arriving in Spain, he had never forgotten to support his hometown team!

"This guy really is a genius!"

Watching Su Bai repeatedly tear down the right flank with devastating dribbles, Martino exclaimed.

"But his technique at his feet is too rough. He's not really suited to Barcelona!"

"Boss, we already have Neymar. Do we still need him?"

Seeing Martino suddenly take an interest in the Chinese-descent player on television, the assistant coach teased him from the side.

"Haha, true enough. We already have Neymar. There'd be no point in bringing this guy in. His crude technique would only become an obstacle to Barcelona's fluid attack!"

"Besides, he's of Chinese descent. His ceiling is destined not to be very high!"

As the match ended, Martino simply turned off the television.

Elsewhere!

At Borussia Dortmund's club headquarters in Germany, Jürgen Klopp held the scout report as he watched the Superclásico footage over and over again.

Watching Su Bai launch one savage run after another, the man obsessed with young talents suddenly looked as though his addiction had flared up.

"Quick!"

"Get someone to Buenos Aires!"

"This guy!"

"I need this guy!"

Klopp called the team manager!

For Borussia Dortmund, one of the friendliest clubs for young players, a youngster like Su Bai was exactly what they craved most.

Hearing the urgency in Klopp's voice, Dortmund's manager Hayden immediately dispatched someone to the airport in a hurry.

At the same time, Dortmund also directly contacted an old friend.

And it wasn't just Dortmund!

At that moment, Su Bai's name had appeared on the desks of head coaches at clubs all across Europe.

Although Su Bai was only sixteen!

Although Su Bai had only made two appearances in the Argentine Primera División!

This sixteen-year-old had scored six goals in two Argentine Primera División matches, recording back-to-back hat-tricks.

He had even practically slaughtered Boca Juniors' bitter rivals River Plate all by himself.

On that basis alone!

Su Bai instantly became the newest hot topic in Europe's transfer market, which had already begun to quiet down.

Quite a few teams called Boca Juniors with offers, hoping they might be able to snatch up a bargain!

"Mr. Carl Vannu, Borussia Dortmund called just now to inquire as well. I turned them down, saying Su Bai is not for sale!"

Inside the Boca Juniors club building, Carl Vannu had long since lost his usual composure.

He paced around anxiously like an ant on a hot pan.

"Damn it, Su! What do we do now?"

"The media has already reported it. Why hasn't he come back yet?"

"Could it be that we've actually angered that kid because of this?"

Carl Vannu looked at his assistant with resentment written all over his face.

Originally, he had thought that once the media got involved, it would only take a few days for Su Bai to choose to renew his contract under pressure from the fans.

That way, he could safely sell Su Bai on again.

But he hadn't expected the European clubs to react so quickly.

It hadn't even been twenty-four hours since the Super Derby.

Yet so many clubs had already inquired about Su Bai's transfer.

The most terrifying part was that Su Bai was still on a youth contract, meaning the club had no binding power over him whatsoever.

All it took was two hundred thousand euros!

A super talent who had scored six goals in two matches could be taken away right from under his nose.

"Boss, trust me. I know Chinese people best. Where I grew up, Chinese-owned shops could be robbed even with a toy gun! They're so kind that even after you rob them, they'll comfort you and say they won't call the police, so you can leave without worry!"

"I guarantee that Su will come to renew his contract!"

Seeing how anxious his boss was, the assistant who had come up with the idea calmly reassured Carl Vannu.

After hearing his assistant say that, Carl Vannu seemed to settle down at once.

The guy was right. Hadn't Su's father always been giving money to the club?

Su was just a child. How could he have seen such a big scene before?

But at the thought of Su Bai, the anger Carl Vannu had only just suppressed surged back up again.

That damned brat.

He had actually dared to be so rude to him.

Once the contract was signed and he had the kid under his thumb, he would have to squeeze a hefty sum out of him.

"Boss! He's here! That guy!"

At that moment, the assistant suddenly looked out the window and spoke.

Carl Vannu immediately raised his head.

Sure enough!

That Chinese kid had entered the club in his family's luxury car.

"Boss! I'll go prepare the contract!"

"Oh, right, Boss. Is it still a five-year contract? And the annual salary?"

The assistant had just run out of the office when he suddenly turned back.

"Change it. With that kind of attitude, how could we possibly give him such a high annual salary?"

Although Carl Vannu knew Su Bai would not stay for long, it was still Boca Juniors' money being spent.

"Understood, Boss. Then I'll draft it based on Barrios's salary?"

"Mm, that works! Set the release clause as high as possible!"

"Yes!"

Watching his assistant go prepare the contract, Carl Vannu hurriedly took out a mirror and fixed the hair that had become somewhat disheveled because of Su Bai.

Then he leaned back comfortably in his genuine leather chair and began smoking a cigar.

At that moment, Carl Vannu finally relaxed.

It was as though he could already see countless euros waving at him!

Very soon!

Su Bai arrived at the door to his office.

The moment he saw Su Bai enter, Carl Vannu immediately put on his professional smile.

"Kid! I knew it. You Chinese value gratitude more than anyone!"

"Boca Juniors will always be your home!"

Carl Vannu smiled warmly at Su Bai as he entered the room!

At that moment, his assistant also walked in carrying a new contract.

The two of them stood to Su Bai's left and right.

However!

Just after they exchanged a look that said it was settled.

The Chinese kid in front of them suddenly set the bag in his hand on their desk without changing his expression!

Thud!

It was a very heavy bag!