Chen Ran was reborn, back to 2003.
Looking at the unfamiliar room, combined with the memories in his mind, he was very sure.
In his previous life, he was a senior football fan. After the national football team failed again in the preliminaries, he drank too much.
Then, he became the current Chinese student who just graduated from the MBA in Football Management from the University of Liverpool.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for activating the football manager system."
"Hey, is this the legendary Goldfinger?" "Ding, the system has acquired the British Championship team Crystal Palace Football Club as a novice gift package, please accept it as soon as possible." (The name of the British Championship was changed in 2004, and for convenience, it is one year earlier)
"Fuck, even if it's not Manchester United, Arsenal and Liverpool, give me a Premier League team anyway."
"Because the host's MBA internship is in the Crystal Palace, I bought this club for the host."
"Can I change it?"
"no."
In an instant, Chen Ran wanted to die.
The University of Liverpool and the FA have a cooperative relationship, and the internship of the MBA in football management will be assigned to the FA and various clubs.
Anyone who has lived abroad knows that various invisible ceilings are everywhere.
The FA and major clubs definitely didn't have Chen Ran's share of internship opportunities, so he found a British Championship team, Crystal Palace, to send him away.
"The British Championship is the British Championship. It's a big deal to spend an extra year playing in the Premier League."
Chen Ran, as a senior fan, plays a lot of football games, and he has not fallen behind every generation as a football manager.
Therefore, in his eyes, there should be no problem with the promotion of the Premier League with the Football Manager system in place.
Moreover, his goal is more lofty, not just to run a club well, so the pattern is too small.
He has already begun to imagine that in the future, he will select football-talented children from China and bring them to the football leagues with the highest level in the world for training, training and competition.
Strive for the rise of Chinese football!
However, given the current situation of Crystal Palace, if he returns to China to select talents, it is estimated that he will be regarded as a liar.
So, let's make Crystal Palace bigger and stronger first, at least win a Premier League championship.
Opened the system panel, and Chen Ran checked various data of the Crystal Palace.
"Excessive!"
After deducting various expenses, Crystal Palace can now use only 350,000 euros for transfers.
Just last month, Abramovich just bought Chelsea for 150 million pounds, and then waved banknotes everywhere to buy people, causing player prices to skyrocket.
350,000, what can you do with this money?
"System, is this money too little?"
"There is only so much money in the Crystal Palace account. However, the system can issue additional winning bonuses to the host."
"How is the bonus calculated?"
"One million euros for a league win, 500,000 euros for a FA Cup and League Cup win, 1.5 million euros for a UEFA Cup win, and 2 million euros for a Champions League win. All funds will be remitted by the system in a secure manner. into your personal account." (For convenience, the currency is unified in euros)
"It's almost the same. However, the UK has a labor certification system. I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to import players from China, right?"
"The system will help the host to apply for special genius terms, and it will be covered."
"That's good."
Chen Ran pondered for a while, as long as he started well, everything would be revitalized after winning a few games.
Looking at Crystal Palace's current player list, I don't know anyone. It seems that I have to buy some players with strong combat power.
But only 350,000 euros, buy a hair.
Must find a way to get some money.
Chen Ran didn't care that it was late at night, so he picked up the phone and called his MBA classmate and friend.
"Brothers, I bought Crystal Palace Club, are you interested in helping me manage the team together?"
"Fxxxk!"
"OMG!"
Early the next morning, Chen Ran was awakened by two uninvited guests.
"Hey Chen, you're too bad. Just throw us an explosion in the middle of the night and forget about it. Did you know I couldn't sleep last night?"
A short, fat guy shouted as soon as he entered the door.
The tall and thin man behind him also stared at Chen Ran with a bad expression.
A little fat man with a natural joy like Maitreya, named Luis Figuere, from Uruguay.
A tall, thin, unsmiling look called Stephen Sion, British.
"It's just a Championship club, not Manchester United, Arsenal or Liverpool." Chen Ran shrugged, looking indifferent.
"That would also cost a lot of money. I didn't expect you to be a rich man."
Even though it had been digested overnight, Louis couldn't restrain his excitement, and even Stephen, who had always been reserved, couldn't help but nodded.
"Stop talking nonsense, are you willing to work with me?"
"Of course I do! My dad is too partial and gave the agency to my eldest brother. I must prove that I am no worse than him."
Louis waved his fists and said categorically that his father is the famous South American football agent Juan Figel.
"Count me in too."
Stephen also readily agreed, his father was the famous British Marquis of Bath, who had 74 mistresses. It is a pity that he is only one of many illegitimate children, and the title is destined to have nothing to do with him.
"Okay, it's really a brother."
"Stephen, do you know anyone at the bank?"
Chen Ran looked at Stephen. Although his father was a fussy one, his family was an old British aristocrat with unfathomable connections.
Stephen was taken aback for a moment, then he reacted.
"What? Are you short of money?"
"It's not that I'm short of money, but our Crystal Palace club is short of money. Now the team's account has only 350,000 euros of funds that can be used for transfers."
"so little?"
"Yes, I want to buy people to strengthen the team, but this money can't do anything."
"Then what are you going to do? Look for a bank loan? Judging from the situation of Crystal Palace Club, it should be possible to borrow 2-3 million euros from the bank."
Stephen is a real top student. After receiving a call from Chen Ran last night, he found out the situation of Crystal Palace Club overnight.
"3 million euros? Too little." Chen Ran frowned, which was too far from what he expected.
"In this way, Stephen, please contact a few more banks. As long as I can borrow enough euros, I can mortgage all the shares of Crystal Palace Club and sign a gambling agreement. If I can't repay the money on time, the club will belong to them."
With the extra winning bonus given by the system, Chen Ran is very confident.
As long as you keep winning, the money is not a problem.
"What? Chen, are you crazy?"
Chen Ran's words of tiger and wolf shocked the two of them, which was too radical.
"Chen, do you think about it again?"
Little Fatty Louis swallowed hard, his eyes widened.
"Don't think about it, either don't do it, or do it if you want to do it."
"I'm not kidding about buying a team. I want to build Crystal Palace into the strongest team in the world. How about it, do you two dare to gamble with me?" Chen Ran stared at the two with piercing eyes. .
"FxxK, you are not afraid of your money, what am I afraid of?"
Little Fatty Louis was so provoked that he screamed, Stephen nodded frequently, and never raised any objections.