"Bastard," a shout interrupted the young man's dream. "Robert, you bastard, how dare you go to a nightclub? Have you forgotten what happened last year? I'll tell your father. You'll be beaten, Robert."
"Damn it, don't wrong me. I'm just saying."
"Okay, okay, let's talk about these trivial matters outside." Old Swagger stopped the dispute between the two men. "Let's get down to business, William. The people at the hotel probably told you why we're here."
"Of course, with so many people surrounding the Four Seasons Hotel, the people at the hotel certainly have to figure out the reason," William said with a smile. This made the ten fan representatives a little embarrassed, but only a little embarrassed. The team was what they cared about the most. Whether the hotel would be affected or not was the hotel's business. After all, William was staying there.
"I know you're here for the manager. To be honest, I don't like Ranieri. I don't see the slightest temperament of a champion manager in him. He's like a tinker who always does mending work. Even if I give him a transfer fee of one hundred million pounds, he may not know who to buy."
"A transfer fee of one hundred million pounds?"
"Are you serious, William?"
A transfer fee of one hundred million pounds was only possible in this era for a super team like Real Madrid. This figure was a huge sum of money that the poor Chelsea had never dared to think about in the past.
"Of course, not only that, I also plan to expand the stadium and make it more modern. If I can rent a suitable stadium as a home ground, I even hope to tear down the old stadium and build a new one that can seat more than 60,000 people. It will be the most luxurious private club stadium in the world, even if it costs five hundred million pounds."
"God, am I dreaming? It's not April Fool's Day today."
Ignoring the surprise of the fans, William went on, "By the way, I also want to build a modern training base. I just don't know if the London government will agree to let me buy 200 acres of land to build a training base."
"What's so difficult about that, William? Your plans are to bring jobs and increase revenue to the whole of London. If those people dare to refuse, I promise they won't get any votes from the Chelsea fans in the future," Old Swagger said with a fierce expression, and then asked the others, "What do you think?"
"Of course, if you get our vote, you have to serve Chelsea. Otherwise, you're a traitor, and traitors will go to hell."
"That's right. Traitors have to go to hell. Anyone who stops the team's revival is an enemy. We've waited for too long. I don't want to die without seeing Chelsea win the title. I want it to be written on my tombstone when I die that here lies a person who witnessed Chelsea win the title."
"Old Swagger, you're right. God, I'm excited just thinking about that situation. If I can bring the news of Chelsea's title to God and my friends in heaven, those old guys will tremble with envy."
"Bastard, Robert, what are you doing?"
"Camera, I'm going to film everything today. Think about it, this is the most sacred moment, the first step in Chelsea's revival. Decades later, when I'm as old as you, I'll show it to my descendants.
I will tell my descendants that their fathers and grandfathers personally participated in this sacred meeting. Just like the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, William is our king. We are the Ten Knights, and we are the Ten Knights. We worked together to formulate the plan for the sacred revival of Chelsea.
Guys, do you think we should record this moment? "
"Robert, you bastard, you finally did something right. Of course, we have to record it. God, film me well. If you make me look ugly, I'll kill you."
"Quiet, you idiots. Don't you see William here? You have to get his consent if you want to film him. "Old Swagger reminded his companions. He did not think it would be okay to film William in the video without his consent.
"It's okay." William waved his hand to indicate that it was okay. There was no need to keep today's announcement a secret. Once the news got out, it would appease the fans and also strengthen the fans' confidence in the Devonshire family.
William had to let the fans know that he was rich and willing to spend money on the team. He was even more willing to invest a large sum of money in infrastructure projects that were related to the team's long-term goals but had low returns to gain more people's support.
On the other hand, the team's infrastructure projects during the economic crisis, and the investment of hundreds of millions of pounds, would definitely attract the attention of the world. In this era, the eyeball economy required great exposure. Increased popularity would not only reap more income, but also snatch fans from the champion teams in places like Asia and America.
Therefore, William smiled and said to Robert, "Make me look more handsome too. Otherwise, I'll instruct the team not to allow you to visit the new training base in the future, let alone take photos with the players."
"No, this punishment is really worse for me than not having a girlfriend." Robert wailed.
"Hahaha."
After laughing, a fan said uncertainly, "William, you mean that we can participate in the meeting at the new training ground in the future."
"Yes, it's not just you guys. I have an immature idea in mind. I plan that before every season, the team will select 210 fans to go to the new training base to meet the players, play games and eat. Out of the 200 places, 100 will be selected from the English fans and 100 will be from countries other than England.
For the remaining 10 places, I will launch an annual Chelsea fan voting campaign on the team's official website in order to encourage the fans to do good deeds, be kind to their families, care for their friends and do more things that are beneficial to society to enhance our team's social influence. Finally, the team will be responsible for the round-trip air tickets, as well as accommodation and catering for all the fans who participate in the campaign, or I can pay for it personally.
What do you think of this plan? "
"Good, of course it's good. Once this news gets out, the fans will love you to death and the society will have a higher evaluation of our team. This is a good thing, of course we support it. However," Old Swagger hesitated for a moment and rubbed his hands together. "In order not to affect the team's financial situation, I think it's better for you to pay for it personally."
"F * ck, Old Swagger, I love you." Robert, who was holding a camera, said loudly in support. "Only an old guy like you would dare to say this to William. But I have to say, you're absolutely right."
"Hahaha." William also laughed. These guys were indeed fanatical fans. They rejected anything that was not good for the team and could not even bear to pay for a hundred or two hundred thousand pounds. "Well, as long as you're happy, I'll pay for it."
After everyone laughed, William clapped his hands. "So, whether these plans can take shape or how much of the plans can be completed depends on my interest in the team." After waiting for a few seconds and seeing that everyone's expressions were serious, William went on to say, "Interest is the prerequisite for me to decide what to do. So, you will support my transformation of the team, right?"
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