Fernando Hidalgo, Mascherano's agent and one of the few FIFA-licensed agents in Argentina, has good relationships with many players.

  This is what Yang Cheng found out about Fernando 7 Ildarg after understanding it, and from this information, he figured out more.

  Mascot is a profit-driven guy, only interested in making money, and he won't do anything that doesn't benefit him. With his wealth and influence, plus his extensive network in Argentina, he can easily control some Argentine soccer stars who dream of playing abroad and turn them into tools for making money.

  However, Mazzarri has never been a manager who knows how to take care of and lead players. He only cares about the benefits that players can bring to him, so he has also recruited several agents like Fernando Felicevich and Jorge Mendes to work for him, specifically responsible for handling various needs of some players.

  If Mascarati is responsible for external affairs, then agents like Idaalgo are in charge of internal affairs.

  A good saying goes: A small sign can reveal a big issue!

  The players under Mazzarri often suffered from Mazzarri's oppression, but did not get any help from him. On the contrary, agents like Irala always helped them in some trivial matters, which made the players naturally produce trust and goodwill towards Irala and others.

  If we look at it in a normal way, the relationship between Iraldo and the players is exactly the best state of the relationship between the players and the agent, but unfortunately, Mascatti is a big mountain between them.

  Yang Cheng currently wants to directly move this mountain away!

  "Have you ever thought of setting up your own household?" Yang Cheng stared into Iztaro's eyes, asking one word at a time.

  The latter was startled, and the four leaders were somewhat nervous. Not only him, but also Werner Meltzer and Yang Chen's words had frightened Idalgo Mascatti, because this was not equivalent to instigating a rebellion?

  If it's known by the Argentine big sharks, don't even mention it, Belotti's contract extension is definitely hopeless!

  But Yang Cheng had a confident face, with a sly smile: "I've heard many things, Mascatti is greedy and insatiable, not only to the club, but also to sponsors and players, many players behind his back call him a tyrant, the club also describes him as Panpas' nemesis, you should know, right?"

  Idalgo stared blankly at the young man in front of him, who was extremely good at stirring him up. Although he clearly knew that the other party was inciting him, he still couldn't help but secretly agree with his words in his heart, because what he said were all facts.

  It so happens that Idalgo is a man who dislikes twisting facts!

  "He demanded to extract a commission from the players, even a higher one. Don't you think that's excessive? Haven't the players ever expressed their dissatisfaction in front of you? Or have you never heard that the club directly scolded him as a vampire? Or, after extracting such a high commission, is he willing to share all this with you?"

  Yang Cheng's mouth curled up, and he shook his head coldly, "Impossible, he is a selfish miser, a bad boss who only gives orders and makes people work hard. He won't give you higher salaries, if I'm not mistaken, your salary compared to the commission he takes from the players is just a drop in the ocean!"

  "I dare say, without you agents helping him deal with these trivial matters behind his back, he wouldn't have achieved what he has today. But instead of being grateful, he's becoming more and more overbearing and tyrannical, not just to you guys and the players, but even our music department can't stand his behavior!"

  Idalgo was deeply immersed in his own inner world, and he couldn't help but be stirred by Yang Cheng's words, which triggered a series of memories in his heart, from the initial resistance, to the subsequent acceptance, to the current recognition.

  Yang Cheng didn't know when he had appeared beside Idaelgo, heavily holding onto the contract on the office desk.

  "Take a good look at this contract, Fernando. You should know what it represents. If you follow the usual practice of agents and only take 10% commission, you'll live a worry-free life. But I dare say that if you can provide to players what Mascaró provides, or even more, with greater dedication, not just Bellón, but many Argentine players would be willing to leave Mascaró's grasp and have you represent them!"

  "For European clubs, a brutal Maccabi has left and a win-win Idalgo has arrived, it's a happy ending for all. You've been in Maccabi's company for so long, you must understand what I mean!"

  After finishing speaking, Yang Cheng smiled and sat back down in front of his own office desk.

  "This is an opportunity, Fernando, it depends on whether you have the guts to accept it. If so, you should take advantage of the momentum and leave Mascarati's agency company, set up your own business, gather players like Bellon who are deeply oppressed by Mascarati, and quickly establish your own career."

  Yang Cheng could stop and carefully observe the changes in Iralgo's expression, he felt that this Argentine agent was still hesitant to make a decision, obviously Mascatti's influence made him have some scruples, the former's shadow made him dare not to raise the idea of resistance and betrayal.

  But his rationality told him that Yang Cheng's words were right, this was indeed a rare opportunity.

  "Of course, if you don't have the guts for it, then forget it. I'd rather talk to Mascatti directly!" Yang Cheng didn't plan on giving him too much time to think about it, so he put on a regretful expression and sighed.

  Werner? Melzer's gaze met Yang Cheng's eyes, and he immediately snapped out of his shock towards Yang Cheng, pretending to go get that contract.

  It was at this time that Idalgo suddenly stopped Melzer, stood up, took a deep breath and looked at Yang Cheng, "Mr. Yang, what makes you think Bellon will be willing to betray Mascatti with me?"

  Just this sentence made Yang Cheng laugh heartily.

  "I know my players better than anyone else, and I know what Bellon wants in his heart. And I believe you also understand that in Europe, there are many players like Bellon who don't want a Maserati but an agent who can do things for them with all their heart, take responsibility for them, and consider things from their standpoint."

  Idalgo has been working for Mascatti's company for many years, and his ability must not be bad, otherwise he would not have been promoted by Mascatti as a capable assistant. However, from the fact that Mascatti called him over from Argentina overnight, Yang Cheng can conclude that he is also deeply harmed and dissatisfied.

  As long as I'm dissatisfied, I'll think of rebelling!

  In addition, Yang Cheng has been preparing to deal with Mascatti for some time, and it's just right to use Idalgo to turn the tables, giving Wang Guo, Mascatti's agent, a devastating blow while finding a suitable agent for Bellon, a multi-benefit move.

  Yang Cheng can foresee that if Yidali Ge becomes independent, he will definitely not dare to be as tyrannical as Mascati. He will definitely lower the commission and improve the service, using good quality and low price to compete with Mascati's advantages.

  Although it is said that the agency kingdom of Maskati will be destroyed, it is impossible to do so overnight, but what about one or two years later? What about after a longer period of time?

  Idalgo was able to become a reliable assistant to Mascherano, and Yang Cheng also firmly believed that he had established some connections in Europe during this period, plus his relationship with Argentine players.

  It can be said that as long as Idalgo stands firm after independence, there will be more and more brokers choosing to start their own businesses, and at that time, Mascatti's brokerage kingdom will completely disintegrate.

  That's Yang Cheng's revenge!

  "Can you give me some time?" After understanding everything, Liddalgo's eyes were filled with a bright and determined spirit, as if he too realized that this would be a life-changing decision.

  Yang Cheng pushed open his hands, "Of course, but you should know more about Mascati than I do, he doesn't have much patience!"

  Idalgo smiled coldly. "I know, so I'll use the name of your noble club to temporarily stabilize him!" At this moment, Idalgo seemed very steady and wise.

  Yang Cheng was delighted to see this scene and smiled, nodding: "It doesn't matter, just use it!"

  He vaguely guessed that Idalgo's steady mentality would not easily believe in himself, and he would go to talk to Bellon and others, and even might lure a few players to join Idalgo.

  Although Yang Cheng didn't know if Ildar had any way to achieve this, he felt that since Ildar was certain he could do it, then he must have his own way to resolve the contract between Bellon and others and Mascatti. The inside story is absolutely not as simple as what outsiders see.

  Sometimes, the more complex and messy a field is, the easier it is to straighten out once you've thoroughly analyzed it!

  After seeing Idalgo off, Yang Cheng let out a sigh of relief and sat down.

  "Is this what you meant by taking care of Muscati?" Werner asked with a smile of genuine satisfaction.

  Yang Cheng smiled and said, "Not yet, when dealing with such cunning and treacherous guys, we have to use some tricks!"

  "Warner? Melzer burst out laughing, "Looks like Maserati's in trouble this time!"

  "And it's a huge, huge, huge trouble!" Yang Cheng burst out laughing.

  5 days later, Buenos Aires

  Muscati sat in the agent's office, slamming down the phone's numeric keypad and answering another call.

  "Fernando, why hasn't the Belon thing been settled after 5 days? Have you eaten shit?" Mascatti was furious because he hated that guy named Yang Cheng to death.

  Having grievances with him in the Belon case is one thing, but to humiliate him publicly at a charity ball is something that Masscati cannot swallow.

  "Gustavo..." I?árritu's voice on the phone seemed about to explain, but was cut off by Muscati.

  "Don't give me so many excuses, if you can't do this thing, I can find someone else to do it. And another thing, no matter what method you use, you must increase the commission on Belon's salary to 25%!"

  "This is irregular!" Idalgo protested.

  "I'm going... by the book, in Argentina, I am the book!" Mascetti bellowed.

  Idalgo was noticeably silent on the phone. Mascatti thought he wasn't listening, "Are you mute, Fernando? Speak up!"

  After a brief moment, Idalgo continued in his somewhat magnetic voice, opening his mouth slowly.

  "I'm sorry, Gustavo, I can't help you anymore!"

  Muskati was taken aback, "What are you talking about?"

  "I want to say, I'm grateful for your care, but from now on, I've decided to find a job myself. I won't go back to work at your company again and I won't be your subordinate anymore!"

  "Are you going to betray me?" Mascatti's face sank, and he roared.

  There was another brief silence on the phone before Idalgo spoke again, "It's not a betrayal, I've done a lot for you over the years, and it's fair to say that I've earned my salary from you. I don't want to spend my whole life working for you and putting up with your temper. So I've decided to find work on my own."

  "Can you find a job? In Argentina, no one would dare sign a contract with you if I didn't vouch for you," Mascatti said confidently.

  "If it were five days ago, I might have doubted myself like this, but after five days, I won't think that way anymore. Anyway, thank you for taking care of me, Gustavo, but I'm sorry, goodbye!"

  Listening to the busy tone coming from the phone, Mascatti suddenly had a bad premonition, but this broker who was used to being unscrupulous was so enraged by Iddalgo's betrayal that he almost burst his lungs, and with a wave of his hand, he slammed the receiver against the wall of his office.

  "You damned bastard, how dare you betray me?" Mascatti's eyes widened in rage, almost to the point of smoke coming out of his seven orifices.

  Just then, another agent from the agency inopportunely knocked on the door and came in, "There's been an accident, Gustavo."

  "What the... is going on? So shocked and frightened, have you seen a ghost or something, damn it?" Mascatti was in a bad mood and this guy just happened to run into his volcanic temper.

  "Belron, Crespo and Ayala have all just called!" The man looked somewhat flustered.

  "What did you call to say?" Mascatti asked gruffly.

  "They... they said they want to cancel the brokerage contract with our company!" The man almost cried as he spoke.

  "What?" Mascatti sprang up from his chair in an instant. "Do they dare rebel?"

  But soon he thought of a link, that is, Ixtar previously called to say that they would find their own work, followed by Belon, Kres and others collectively jumping ship, these two things are too coincidental, right?

  "Is it that son of a bitch Fernando?" Mascatti asked, looking like he was getting a little nervous.

  Since he entered the brokerage circle with a large amount of capital, he has been dominating the industry with his strong wrist and excellent interpersonal skills, creating the current kingdom of brokers. He has never encountered such a situation before, because in his kingdom, no one dares to resist him.

  "It seems so!" The man dared not be certain.

  Muskati stood there, gritting his teeth and staring with eyes bulging out as if they were about to pop out. Finally, he let out a loud roar and swept everything off the desk in front of him.

  "Out! Get out of here!" Mascatti bellowed.

  The person who came in to report was suddenly scared and ran out quickly, not even daring to look back.

  After the door closed again, Mascatti slumped back to his own desk, he could foresee that with Idalgo as the leader, there would definitely be more people standing out to betray him.

  Although Argentina has the rise of FIFA-recognized agent licenses, information is becoming more transparent, and the era of dark box operations will no longer exist. If a player really has ability, what's to fear about not being able to make it?

  "Fernando...Fernando..." Mascetti muttered the name, refusing to believe it. Fernando? Idalgo had dared to betray himself without any support or encouragement.

  The events that had happened one after another indeed made him somewhat bewildered and at a loss, but his judgment was still intact, so he quickly contacted the last task of Ithildur, which was on Kaiserslautern.

  "Could it be him?" The image of Yang Cheng flashed through Mascatti's mind.

  The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed that Yang Cheng was behind everything, manipulating things from the shadows. From the moment he said he wouldn't negotiate with him directly but would instead talk to his assistant, Mascatti had fallen into the trap set by Yang Cheng, because his most trusted assistant turned out to be a traitor who brought him devastating blows.

  This made Mascatti feel ashamed and indignant, he wanted to start thinking about how to counterattack, he was not willing to be controlled by Yang Cheng like this.

  But just as Mascato was filled with anger and hatred, the Buenos Aires police station, commercial crime investigation team and other departments received an anonymous report call one after another. That night, these departments immediately gathered together to form a special action group.

  The next day, the task force raided Mascherano's mansion in Buenos Aires, where he was arrested on charges of alleged commercial crimes and a series of other criminal offenses.

  The whole thing was quickly exposed by the media, causing a huge stir in Argentine football, because Mascati was previously a figure who dominated Argentine football with an iron fist, and now he has ended up behind bars, it's really hard to believe.

  Even when this news was posted online and Yang Cheng, who had already returned to China, saw it, he couldn't believe it.

  "Could it be Idalgo and others who did it?" Yang Cheng secretly suspected.

  Idalgo and others have been doing things under Mascatti for many years, more or less understanding his affairs. Now they want to rebel, but are afraid of Mascatti's revenge, so they put their hearts at ease and reveal all the facts.

  The more Yang thought about it, the more possible it seemed, but he secretly sighed in his heart that the water in this pool was really not ordinary deep, especially in a place like South America. It's better to be less provocative in the future and focus on being a head coach, writing scripts when you're free, passing time, creating some side hustles for retirement, and other things...

  "Never mind him!" Yang Cheng thought.