280 A New Contract, A New Player Part 1 (1/2)

Chapter 280: A New Contract, A New Player Part 1

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

While Tony Twain was still worrying about whether Wood would be able to find an agent whom he could be satisfied with, a man who called himself ”George Wood's agent” appeared in front of him.

”Ah, Sir. Are you here to observe our training?” Twain again encountered the middle-aged man who was in close pursuit of George Wood at the gate of the training base. He looked down at his watch. ”There's still quite a while before training starts, you've come too early. Or are you still getting ideas about George Wood?”

The tall man standing in front of him was indeed Billy Woox. He smilingly (yes, Twain was not mistaken, this man, who used to look at him with a frown, was smiling at him right now) said to Twain, ”I'm sorry, neither is the case., Mr. Twain. You've guessed wrong.”

”Oh?” Twain looked at the man. He could not understand why he was being so amiable with him.

”I came to discuss the new contract with you, Mr. Twain.”

Twain cocked his ear to the side, thinking that he had heard wrong. ”What did you say?”

”My apologies, I wasn't clear. I'll say it again: I would like to talk to you about the new contract between George Wood and Nottingham Forest, which is quite different from the one you signed a year ago. A new contract,” Woox said solemnly, his smile gone.

”It's still three months away from April 1...” Twain thought that the man must be pulling his leg, and he did not want to waste his time at the gate with a delusional basket case. He turned to walk away.

He heard the sound of flapping paper behind him. ”Mr. Twain, I think you might be interested to see this.”

Twain admitted he was curious, so he stopped and turned around to see a piece of paper in the other man's hand, gently flapping in the morning breeze. He could not see it clearly. ”What is it?”

”A copy of the contract signed between George Wood and myself. From now on, I am his only agent, in charge of all of his matters, including negotiations with the football club to improve the terms of his original contract.” Woox self-importantly held the piece of paper, as though he were a Scotland Yard policeman showing his credentials.

Twain snatched the paper away in a flash and looked at it carefully. It was indeed an agent contract, and the signature below was undeniably Wood's handwriting and, of course, his fingerprint.

The contract clearly defined the role of this middle-aged man. Billy Woox and George Wood's relationship was one of a professional football agent and a professional football player. It also stipulated the power that Woox had as Wood's agent. It almost covered all aspects, from the inside to the outside of the field. He could not only act in charge of his finances; Woox could even be said to be Wood's advisor!

Twain shifted his gaze from the paper to Woox's face. His smile had returned, but he no longer concealed his smugness.

Tang En lowered his head and swore under his breath. How did it come to this?

I told George Wood to look for a trustworthy agent. I didn't ask him to find this man! Isn't this… Isn't this going against me?

Wait a minute!

He suddenly thought of something.

”Well... Mr. Woox, I remember you were a former showbiz agent, right?”

Woox certainly knew why Twain was asking this. In order to let him completely acquiesce to this, Woox took out his license from his bag. ”The English Football Association recently issued me a professional football agent license. I'm a football agent now.”

Twain took it and scrutinized it, but he could not find any fault with it. It was indeed issued by the FA, but it noted that Billy Woox had not been accredited by FIFA, which would have meant that he was qualified to act as the player's intermediary for the international transfers.

”You're just in England...”

”Of course. I've just become a football agent. I haven't had time to submit my information to FIFA. But that doesn't mean I can't be Wood's agent.” Woox shrugged.

”But you don't have any prior experience as a sports agent.”

Woox grinned. He could tell from that remark that Twain was stubbornly resisting. ”As for how I became a football agent, that's not the point here. The important point is, I'm Wood's agent now, and there's nothing wrong with my credentials.”

Twain wordlessly looked at the certificate that was stamped with the official seal of the Football Association.

A hand reached out in front of his eyes.

”If you don't mind, you'll give it back to me now, thank you.”

Twain brusquely smacked the certificate into Woox's hands. He did not know what deception Woox had used to gain George and Sophia's trust. However, the facts, laid in front of him, could not be changed now.