The people who came were a father and son, two versions of the same mold.

  The father has short hair and a full beard, giving people a very rough feeling; the son has long hair that is popular nowadays, looking very mischievous, and has been scolded by his father all along the way.

  Yang Cheng looked at the father and son, he thought the father was very similar to the Gatuso he saw in his previous life. As for the real Gatuso, well, he was now just an 18-year-old kid.

  "What? You're not going? If you don't go, I'll beat you to death, you scoundrel! 500 million Rials, my god, it's 500 million Rials. Do you know that's an amount I couldn't earn even if I worked hard for a lifetime?"

  Frank didn't care that they were in public and yelled at his own son right to his face, which was very much in line with his character.

  "No matter what, I'm a respected figure here, if you don't go, others will laugh at me for having a cowardly son who wouldn't dare to take such a great opportunity. Good grief, you're really too timid!"

  Yang Cheng and Tim exchanged a helpless glance under the parasol, both thinking that this father-son pair beside them was really too much.

  500 million Rials, or $250,000, was the price Yang Cheng offered to Perugia for Gatusso's acquisition, which was agreed by Perugia and even personally called Gatusso's home to explain the situation. Yang also invited them out to meet in person, which led to what happened at this moment.

  "Hey old man, you're just a has-been who played some amateur matches here!" Gattuso muttered back.

  Frank slapped him on the head, it was unclear whether he did it intentionally or missed, "How dare you talk back, you bastard! I've been teaching you to play football with great effort, what's the point? Take a look at your grades, which school would admit you? What can you do if you don't play football? Are you going to go to the harbor to sell fish or something?"

  "Galleano said he'd let me play in the match!" Gattuso retorted.

  Galleone is currently the head coach of Perugia.

  "Do you believe him?" Frank's voice grew louder with each sentence, "Just mentioning him makes me furious. I'm a formal professional contract and don't even sign one with you, every month just giving you that little bit of subsidy, not even enough for your living expenses. If it weren't for my money, could you still survive?"

  When he got to this point, Gatuso didn't dare to refute anymore, apparently what his father said was all true.

  "In short, I don't care, you have to go, whether you want to or not, I've already spoken with Perugia and they're expecting you, you must leave the country, let them be at ease! Oh my god, 500 million lire is simply a heavenly price!" Frank's face was filled with intoxication.

  It's obvious that if this deal is successful, he will show off all over town.

  For some reason, Yang Cheng found this father and son to be unusually down-to-earth. Although his father's voice was a bit loud when speaking, at least it could be seen that he cared about his son's future.

  Staying in Perugia is definitely not an option, although this team has been promoted to Serie A this season, Catellani will certainly have no chance.

  This is how professional football works, everyone only cares about those glamorous stars, who would care about the unsung heroes behind their growth? The current Gatusso is just such an unsung hero, he doesn't even have a formal professional contract.

  Yang Chen also thought about bypassing Perugia and directly poaching Gattuso, just like Wenger poached Fabregas, but after inquiring, he found it wouldn't work because the informal contract between Perugia and Gattuso had a clause that prevented this from happening.

  Besides, $250,000 is indeed affordable for Yang Cheng, so he didn't need to think too much about it. Otherwise, if Perugia sued him and banned Gatusso, it would be a loss.

  "Right, where's that guy who claims to be the coach of Kaiserslautern?" After searching for a long time on the beach, Gattuso's father apparently didn't find his target.

  Yang Cheng and Tim both smiled wryly, hearing this sentence, they awkwardly stood up from under the sun umbrella.

  "Is it you?" Frank bellowed.

  Gatuso also looked suspicious, "Too young, isn't it!"

  Yang Cheng's face was full of black lines, this kid is too much, how dare he question his own head coach to his face?

  "You're young and good, young people can understand your thoughts better, they can communicate with you, idiot!" Frank slapped Gattuso's head again.

  "Hello, I'm his dad. You can call me Frank!" Frank extended a firm handshake to Yang Cheng, then to Tim, before sitting down across from Yang Cheng.

  "I heard you're very interested in my son and are willing to spend money to have him come over and play for you, is that right?" Frank asked bluntly.

  Yang Cheng nodded, "Yes, I think..."

  "That's all that matters!" Frank interrupted Yang Cheng directly, "As long as there's a ball to kick, everything else is secondary. My son was the best in Calabria, he could run and kick on the beach for 5 hours non-stop since he was little, he's simply crazy, you know?"

  Yang Cheng and Tim were shocked to hear this. Who else in the world would call their own son a madman? And with such a smug and complacent expression on top of that.

  "Dad!" Gatusso protested from beside him.

  "Shut up!" Frank, fearing his son would say something wrong and anger Yang Cheng, immediately stopped him. "Right, uh... Mr.... what's your name?"

  "Yang Cheng, I am Chinese!" Yang Cheng's awkward self-introduction, he found that this old man was absolutely a freak.

  "Oh, Mr. Yang Cheng, basically the salary you offered to my son is satisfactory, but if he performs well, can it be increased?" Frank's three sentences all revolved around money.

  Yang Cheng nodded and said, "Of course, I can guarantee this. As the team's head coach, I will reward players based on their performance. If they perform well, I can definitely give them a higher salary."

  "Can I have 500 million rials?" Frank asked excitedly.

  Yang Cheng smiled and said, "If the team is promoted, we will reconsider the salary structure. As long as he performs well, it's no problem!"

  "That's it!" Frank slapped his hands together and looked at his son, "Alright, you bastard, 500 million rials a year, by then you'll be more capable than me!"

  Gatuso looked at his fanatical father, pursed his lips, wanting to say something, but was afraid that if he said it, his father would get angry.

  "What's on your mind? Go ahead and say it!" Yang Cheng suggested with a smile.

  Gatuso looked at his father with trepidation.

  Frank saw his son like this, and he was so angry that he slapped the beach table hard, knocking over Yang Cheng's drinks. "If you have something to say, say it quickly! If you have fart, let it out quickly! What kind of appearance is this? If you were on the court like this, people would have already knocked you down! You need to be tougher, do you know that? Just like when you play soccer!"

  Yang Cheng almost burst out laughing, he finally could deeply understand how depressed Gatuso was at this moment.

  As if encouraged by his father, Gatuso also plucked up the courage and asked: "Do you have a dormitory on your side?"

  Yang Cheng almost laughed again, although he had never been to Kaiserslautern, but heard that the young players there either lived in collective dormitories nearby or were local people. As for professional players, clubs would basically arrange single apartments and some with high salaries even rented houses to live in.

  "Our dormitory is arranged for young players, if you sign a professional contract with us, we will arrange a single apartment for you, of course, the club will bear half of the rent, very cheap, you can rest assured!"

  Gatusso was moved after listening, he had a hard time applying for collective dormitories in Perugia, "What about the car?"

  "What do you want a car for? Can you drive? Do you have a driver's license? You're here to play football, what do you need a car for? Look at me, I've never bought a car in my life. What kind of car are you going to buy? Focus on playing football, that's the priority!" Frank was listening from the side, and it seemed like he had been tolerating Gattuso's many demands for a long time.

  Gatuso shrugged and turned his face away, "You guys talk to him then, if it doesn't work out, you can go kick a ball with him!"

  Yang Cheng and Tim couldn't help but burst out laughing, they really thought this father-son pair was the most extreme of all.

  But it can be seen that they are all very straightforward and refreshing people!