The successful signing of Mikel Arteta not only strengthened the strength of the Forest Team's midfield, but also caused an unintentional result: Billy Woox was anxious.
After rejecting his request for a raise for George Wood, the Forest Team immediately brought in a midfielder in the same position. It was hard not to think about it.
Early the next morning, Tang En's cell phone rang again. Looking at the caller ID, it was Billy Woox. He smiled. He knew why this person was in such a hurry to deal with the matter of giving Wood a raise. Clearly, he had just signed the contract and wanted to show some results to his players to prove his ability.
Of course, there was no need to ask why this agent was so enthusiastic about improving the treatment of his players. Was he sincerely trying to help Wood? Tang En was skeptical. An agent's income all came from his players. The range of remuneration that FIFA allowed an agent to collect was five percent of a player's various income (including salary, brand endorsement fees, use of the right to use the rights to his portrait …) and ten percent of the player's transfer fee.
Wood's current weekly salary was only 2,800 pounds. Five percent was 140 pounds. Furthermore, other than a stable weekly salary, George Wood did not have many other sources of income. In other words, as Wood's agent, Woox could only receive 140 pounds a week. It was indeed a little shabby.
Tang En waited for the phone to ring four times before slowly pressing the answer button. He pretended to mutter, "I hope you know what time it is, Mr. Billy Woox …"
"I'm really sorry, Mr. Tang. I didn't expect you to still be in bed." His tone was as harsh as ever, completely without the awareness of asking for help.
Tang En had wanted to tease the other party, but he did not expect to be played. He coughed, and his voice returned to normal. "Why are you looking for me, Mr. Woox?"
"Ah, of course. I hope we can reopen the negotiations on George Wood's new contract … "
"Is it still 40,000 a week?" Tang En interrupted. If it was still 40,000, then there was no need to discuss anything. He hung up, ate breakfast, and continued to deal with it coldly.
Of course, he also knew that the current salary was too low for Wood. However, he needed the other party to quote a suitable and acceptable figure, and not recklessly demand an exorbitant price. In other words, he needed a way out. On the other hand, Woox felt very good about himself. The moment he opened his mouth and asked for a "40,000 weekly salary," it made Tang En very uncomfortable.
"If the club feels that this number is unreasonable, we can continue to negotiate." Woox obviously gave in, and Tang En also took the opportunity to step down.
"Very well, Mr. Woox. Please come to my office at 3: 30 this afternoon. We'll talk face to face."
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Currently, the Forest team was practicing twice a day. They were preparing for the upcoming fourth round of the FA Cup. When the time came, the Forest team would welcome a strong opponent at home, an opponent they had just defeated but still did not dare to take lightly — Manchester United.
The afternoon training ended very early. Twain and Woox had agreed to meet at 3.30pm, which was the time the training ended.
Twain stood in the lobby of Block 1 and hid in the shadows of the wall. He saw Billy Woox and George Wood, who had just entered the training base, talking about something. The two had just signed a contract, but it looked like they had known each other for a long time.
Tang En grinned and turned to walk back to his office.
Compared to the manager, the relationship between an agent and a player was obviously closer and closer. In the past, he could still talk to Wood often. Now that there was Woox, the two of them seemed to communicate less. If there was no Woox, if Wood was dissatisfied with his current income, he would directly walk up to him and tell him, "I hope for a raise."
The current situation was that Wood never expressed any opinions about his income. Everything was left to Woox to handle. Even though the salary was not a big deal, what about in the future? There were still many issues they needed to discuss in the future. Was he going to let this calculating agent talk to him?
He suddenly felt that it was foolish of him to always encourage Wood to find an agent. Now that he had really found one, his heart was not happy.
Just as he was lost in thought as he stared at the empty training ground outside the window, there was a knock on the door behind him.
"Come in." Tang En turned around and looked calmly at Billy Woox, who had pushed the door open and entered. Compared to his slightly unkempt appearance, this person in front of him was always so meticulous in his appearance. Tang En had never seen a strand of Woox's hair in a mess, nor had there been a wrinkle on his clothes or pants.
This was a person who paid attention to details.
Tang En came to this conclusion about Woox in his heart.
"Please take a seat, Mr. Woox." Tang En pointed to the sofa in front of the table.
Just as Woox sat down, there was another knock on the door. Miss Barbara Lucy walked in with a cup of steaming black tea and gently placed it in front of Woox. Woox thanked her.
After doing all this, Miss Barbara retreated. Only then did Tang En and Woox get down to business.
"Mr. Woox, let's get straight to the point. I don't like to talk nonsense."
Woox nodded. "Me too, Mr. Tang."
"Let me first state that the 40,000 pounds weekly salary you mentioned earlier is completely non-negotiable. That is the highest paid player in Nottingham Forest right now. It is impossible for George Wood to get the same salary as them. "
"Why? Mr. Tang En, as far as I know, George's role is no less than that of Edwin van der Sar and Viduka. "
Tang En glanced at Woox. "I'd like to ask you a question first, Mr. Woox. How much do you know about football? "
"Not much," Woox answered honestly.
"Do you watch at least one league match every weekend?"
Woox shook his head.
"In other words, I have more say than you when it comes to football." Tang En smiled. "What do you think the others in the team would think if a young defensive player who hasn't even debuted for two years gets a weekly salary of 40,000 pounds? You can also look it up and see if there are any precedents in the world of football. "
Woox was silent for a while, as if seriously considering Tang En's words.
Tang En also knew that a new contract had to be signed. Wood's current salary was the lowest in the team, but his contributions could be ranked first. If the income and effort were always not proportional, there would be problems. He could not ask him to sacrifice himself for the greater good. It was useless no matter how close he was to Wood's mother. Giving Wood a higher salary was also a form of respect for him.
Sometimes, everyone had to make some concessions. No matter how much he hated the man in front of him, he was, after all, Wood's agent. They would have to deal with each other in the future. It would not be good if their relationship was too stiff. An agent could influence a player's thoughts to a large extent. Wouldn't going against an agent force Wood to leave?
Tang En coughed and then said, "Of course, I know George's salary is low now. I also have plans to prepare a new contract for him." He took out a drafted contract from the drawer and handed it to Woox.
Woox looked at the contract very seriously. He did not make a sound throughout the process, and his expression did not change. Tang En could not guess what he was thinking from his expression.
Woox finally raised his head and looked at Tang En. "A weekly salary of 10,000?"
"Is there a problem?"
"I think that if the Forest Club really treats George as a young player that they are focusing on grooming, then they should show enough sincerity."
"You think it's low?" Tang En took back the contract and pointed to the terms on it. "There are no more than five clubs in the whole of England that are willing to give a young player who has only represented the First Team for a season a weekly salary of 10,000. The Forest Team is not the richest club. I hope you understand this, Mr. Woox. "
"Of course I understand, but I don't think this has anything to do with my request. I think that the Forest Team should show confidence in retaining a talent in terms of salary. To be honest, I feel that this figure is more like a perfunctory. From what I understand, there are many people in the Forest Team who have this figure. This is just below average income. And George Wood's role is definitely not below average. "
Tang En gritted his teeth. This person is too … too difficult to deal with!
"Besides, I think an eight-year contract is unreasonable. Such a long contract is a restriction on a player's freedom. I believe that even if you bring this up to FIFA, the Forest Team will not be able to make sense."
It was obvious that Woox had come prepared this time. Tang En admitted that they had taken advantage of some loopholes when they signed an eight-year contract with Wood. Their goal was to keep Wood in the Forest Team for a longer period of time with the least cost. When Wood did not have an agent, no one raised these questions. Wood played football in peace, and Tang En enjoyed the victory. But now that Wood had such a shrewd agent by his side, he had more things to worry about.
"Of course, I'm here to negotiate with you, Mr. Tang. There are some things that we do not need to let others know. I can accept a five-year contract, but eight years is definitely out of the question. "
Tang En leaned on the table and did not reply. He looked at Woox, who spoke with confidence and composure, and waited for him to finish.
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