While Tony Twain was still worrying about whether Wood could find a satisfactory agent, a man who called himself "George Wood's agent" had already appeared in front of him.
"Ah, Mr. Gentleman. Are you here to observe our training? " Tang En once again met the middle-aged man who was hot on George Wood's tail at the gates of the training base. He lowered his head to look at his watch. "It's still far from the start of training. You're here too early. Or should I say, you still want to hit on George Wood? "
The tall man standing in front of him was none other than Billy Woox. He smiled — that's right, Tang En did not see wrongly. This man who used to frown at him was currently smiling at him — and said to Tang En, "I'm sorry, but I think it's neither. Mr. Tang, you've guessed wrong. "
"Oh?" Tang En looked at the man, not understanding why he was so amiable towards him today.
"I'm here to discuss a new contract with you, Mr. Tang."
Tang En turned his ear to the side, thinking he had heard wrongly. "What did you say?"
"Sorry, I didn't make myself clear. I'll repeat: I wish to discuss with you the new contract between George Wood and Nottingham Forest. It's completely different from the one you signed a year ago … a new contract, "Woox said seriously, the smile on his face gone.
"There's still three months until the first of April …" Tang En felt that this man must be making fun of him. He did not want to waste time with this crazy delusional maniac at the gates, so he turned to leave.
The sound of shaking paper came from behind him. "I think you might be very interested in this, Mr. Tang."
Tang En had to admit that he was very curious, so he stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look at the piece of paper in the man's hand. It was swaying gently in the morning breeze, and he could not see it clearly. "What's this?"
"A copy of the contract signed between George Wood and me. From now on, I'm his only agent. I'm in charge of handling all his matters, including discussing with the club how to improve the various terms in his original contract." Woox held onto the piece of paper as if the Scotland Yard police were showing their credentials. He was high and mighty.
Tang En snatched the piece of paper and scrutinized it carefully. It was indeed an agent contract, and the signature at the bottom was indeed Wood's handwriting. Of course, there was also his handprint.
The contract clearly stated the relationship between this middle-aged man, Billy Woox, and George Wood. One was a professional football agent, and the other was a professional player. It also stipulated the authority Woox had as Wood's agent. It covered almost all aspects, both on and off the field. It was no longer just to serve him financially. It could even be said that Woox was Wood's advisor.
Tang shifted his gaze from the paper to Woox's face. He still had the same smile, but there was no need to hide his smugness.
He lowered his head and cursed. "En," Woox said Wood.
I asked George Wood to find a trustworthy agent, but I didn't ask him to find this person! Isn't this … isn't this going against me?
"Wood."
He suddenly thought of something.
"Um … Mr. Billy Woox, I remember that you were an agent in the entertainment industry, right?"
"Wood" Wood. "Wood" Wood, Wood "of Wood" Wood, "of Wood. Wood. Wood. Wood." Wood "Wood. Wood., of Wood. Wood." Wood. "I'm a football agent now."
Tang En took it and scrutinized it. He could not find any fault with it. It was indeed issued by the English Football Association. However, it indicated that Billy Woox had not been recognized by FIFA. That meant he did not have the qualifications to handle international player transfers.
"You're only in England …"
"Of course. I've only just become a football agent. I haven't had the time to submit my information to FIFA. But that doesn't stop me from being Wood's agent. "Wood shrugged.
"But you don't have any experience as a sports agent."
Wood laughed. He could tell from Wood's words that Tang En was putting up a desperate struggle. "As for how I became a football agent, that's not the crux of the matter. The crux of the matter is that I'm George Wood's agent now, and there's no problem with my agent qualifications."
Tang En looked at the certificate in his hand, stamped with the seal of the English Football Association. He was speechless.
A hand was stretched out in front of him.
"If you don't mind, please return it to me. Thank you."
Tang En slapped the certificate into Woox's hands in exasperation. He did not know what method Woox had used to swindle George Wood and Sophia's trust, but the fact was now placed in front of him and could not be changed.
Seeing Tang En in a daze, Wood revealed a victorious smile. "Do I need to repeat myself, Mr. Tang? The reason I came to you today is because of George Wood and … "
Tang En waved his hand to interrupt him. "I know, but not today. Let's set another time."
Today was indeed not possible. Tang En's mind was a mess. It was impossible for him to discuss any contract with this shrewd man. He first needed to calm himself down and find Wood to understand the ins and outs of the matter. Only then would he consider discussing Wood's new contract with Wood.
"Of course, I respect your decision. I have your number. Let's talk another day. I'll give you a call then, Mr. Tang. "
Tang En harrumphed and turned to walk to the number one training ground. He couldn't wait to see George Wood and ask him what the hell was going on!
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Soon, Tang En saw George Wood on the training ground. He looked no different from usual. Tang En called him to his side.
"George, you found a new agent?"
Wood nodded.
"Hmm … Can you tell me about the process?" Tang En really wanted to know how that man became Wood's agent.
So, Wood told Tang En everything that had happened last night in full detail.
When Tang En heard the other party's explanation, he suddenly had a feeling of "Why is it so coincidental? He said whatever I said."
He had said those words out of consideration for Wood to be responsible for him. He really did not expect that "Mr. 5%" would also consider from a player's point of view. Moreover, he had said those words so beautifully, starting from the angle that Wood cared about the most. But he still wanted to ask, "I feel that all these things can be done by an agent. Why did you choose him?"
"He came to my house. I thought that since he said it so well, I'll just sign it." Wood's consideration here was very simple. Since everyone was the same, why should he call an agent that he had never even met before? Since the person in front of him could be his agent, then it was him.
Wood did not know about the matter between Woox and Tang En. He naturally did not know how depressed Tang En was about choosing Woox.
"Is there anything?"
Tang En shook his head. "No, nothing. Go back to training."
Wood turned and ran back to the training ground. Tang En lowered his head and massaged his temples. It looked like he would have to deal with that annoying guy for a long time in the future.
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In the days leading up to the 24th round of the league tournament, Tang En did not receive a call from Billy Woox. It seemed that the man also knew that Tang En must be in a bad mood.
Tang En was indeed in a bad mood. Ever since he found out that Woox was Wood's agent, the problems that he had never worried about in the past had all surfaced. Would George Wood be manipulated by that agent and become a puppet? Would he distance himself from him under the instigation of the agent?
Most importantly, would George Wood leave him one day?
A player that he had personally groomed would break off relations with him and leave him for another team.
This was not an exaggeration. Before they got married, Beckham and Ferguson were like father and son. What happened after that? The two almost fell out and became enemies.
Tang En did not want himself and Wood to go to that stage. But now that there was an agent who always went against him, it was hard to say what would happen in the future.
In fact, he was a very possessive person. He liked the feeling of having everything in his hands. But the truth was that nothing in this world went as he wished.
On January 22nd, Nottingham Forest challenged Norwich City in an away game. It was the sixth place in the league against the last place. Without any suspense, Forest won a clean away game with 2: 0.
Edwin van der Sar's arrival had indeed greatly improved the number of goals that Forest had conceded. Be it in terms of experience or technique, he was more than a level higher than Darren Ward. Tang En was glad that he had taken action in time while Manchester United was still swaying. Otherwise, if he had let go of such a high-level goalkeeper, who knew how Forest would end up in the second half of the season.
Of course, George Wood's performance in this game was still outstanding and stable. His performance was no different from any of his previous games. But in Tang En's eyes, it did not feel good no matter how he looked at it.
He knew that after this game, he would probably receive a call from Billy Woox.
As expected, on the second day of the game, Tang En had just returned to Nottingham when his phone rang.
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