football's most handsome

Chapter 239 The Billionaire

Juan and Redondo were entangled with Guardiola's bald head all the way, but soon they had no time to think about those things. Juan raised his eyebrows when he saw the girl in Guti's arms.

"Isn't this the little girl who wants to steal other people's boyfriends?"

"???" Guti and Redondo had question marks all over their heads, but the little girl blushed, waved her hands and said anxiously, "I didn't... and I didn't tell anyone about you!"

"Oh—?" Juan purposely elongated his voice, and Guti couldn't stand it any longer: "Juan, stop molesting other little girls, okay?"

"This little girl wants Igor to marry her. If I hadn't appeared, Igor would have agreed." Juan shrugged, "I guess I still want you to marry her now."

"Ah?" Guti looked down at the little girl in his arms in a daze, but the little girl really looked at him shyly and then lowered her head.

"..." Bernabeu Gold Wolf lost his mind, and immediately looked at Redondo, but the big guy coughed lightly, turned his gaze away, and had no intention of helping at all, and at this time the little girl's timid voice came over: "No ?"

"That, Natasha..." Guti struggled for a long time, and finally closed his eyes, "My brother likes older than me..."

"Natasha likes it too." The little girl whispered.

"But you are younger than me, I will only marry someone older than me." Guti was going crazy, but he continued in a soft voice.

The little girl tilted her head, her blue eyes looked around at the few people present, and finally she pointed her finger at Redondo: "For example, is this uncle?"

Redondo was taken aback, dumbfounded.

Although it's normal for him to be called an uncle at his age, it's still a bit weird to be the only uncle among a group of people... "Natasha, is it okay to give your uncle a hug?"

"Okay." I don't know if it was the temperament of Redondo that attracted the little girl, but the little girl who was willing to be hugged by Guti for a long time stretched out her hands to Redondo almost without thinking.

With Guti's almost crazy expression, Redondo took the little girl and hugged her in his arms, pinching his nose: "Natasha, do you have someone you like?"

"Yes, Dad, Mom..." Natasha opened her mouth and came.

"It's the kind of love that says you can get married." Redondo added softly.

This time the little girl thought for a little longer, but soon she nodded again, and this time she was very firm: "Yes!"

"Who is it?" Redondo has always been cold and stern on weekdays, but he was surprisingly patient and gentle when dealing with children. Guti was scratching his head as he watched from the sidelines, wishing to throw the little girl out. I don't want to think that I was still holding this little princess just now for fear of falling.

"Yes..." Natasha hesitated for a while, raised her eyes to look at Redondo, then at Juan, and said softly; "I like my sister..."

"??????" The expressions of several people present can be described as being messy in the wind, and Lei Dongduo couldn't laugh or cry: "So, it's not the love of relatives..."

"It's not the love of relatives, but the kind of love that wants to be with her for a lifetime." Natasha interrupted Redondo's words very simply, and the little girl's blunt words made the others get cleaned up by Redondo a lot Everyone all over the place took a deep breath, but Redondo didn't respond, he just frowned.

"That is to say..."

"My sister also said that if I become an adult, I will go to her. She is in Spain, so I am so serious about learning Spanish..." Natasha was obviously depressed when she said this.

Juan's heart skipped a beat.

"Speaking of which, who are you going to be married to?"

"One of my brothers." Natasha said very naturally.

"...???" Redondo opened his mouth and looked at Juan, but Juan was very calm and coughed softly: "In fact, most of the indigenous population in Dubai have royal blood, and in order to purify the royal blood , marriages between close relatives are usually held, and the age of the bride is very young."

"Then Spain..."

"Spain allows intermarriage between mothers and children, fathers and daughters, and all close relatives." Juan paused, then raised his eyebrows, "This may be the reason why your sister went to Spain. She failed to bring you. It may be that she was not capable enough at the time. You have to rely on to go to Spain by myself."

"I know," the little girl nodded, taking it for granted, "So as long as I marry one of you, I can obtain Spanish citizenship. If I leave with you, my father will definitely not mind."

"..." No, your father will definitely keep us here, he can only wish for it.

When Casillas finally couldn't help but wanted to persuade the little girl, Juan spoke again, his voice was as cold as ice, "This is your effort? If you can only think of such a bad idea, it's better to do it as soon as possible." Just find a brother and marry him."

"Juan...!"

"Don't talk!" Juan waved his hand and interrupted what Casillas was about to say. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Natasha. The little girl was obviously taken aback, and her beautiful eyes widened to look at him. , although her face was covered, it could be seen that her mouth was already wide open.

"Natasha, let me ask you, is your determination only so small?" Juan frowned fiercely, "How did your sister leave?"

"She..." Natasha bit her lip, "She left after studying abroad..."

"Did she say anything to you when she left?"

"She said, wait for me in Spain...and ask me to go there as soon as possible!"

"So you came up with such a method of not cherishing yourself? Have you ever thought about what to do if it is someone who plots against you?"

"No! I believe you..." Natasha hurriedly said, but Juan stared at her and shut her mouth immediately, as if she was about to cry.

"Your sister wants you to walk to her side step by step, instead of asking you to take the risk of entrusting yourself to a strange man!"

"Juan, it's too loud." Redondo finally spoke, and said in a low voice. Juan paused, and from the corner of his eyes, he found that someone had indeed begun to pay attention to the situation here. After a moment of silence, he took a step back and spread his hands: " Not much to say, six men are surrounded by a little girl, no matter how awkward it looks, I will go to the side to get some air."

He turned around and left immediately, and several people looked at each other in blank dismay.

Juan stood on the balcony to enjoy the wind for a while, but he heard a sound behind him. He looked back and saw several people standing behind him. Redondo's eyes were particularly complicated.

After all, although he also knew that Juan was aggressive, he had never experienced it so closely, especially since he had been hugging the little girl just now, which could be said to be positive for Juan's aura. At that time, this person completely regarded the little girl as a He should be treated as an equal person instead of a child, and it is precisely because of this that he did not react to stop him.

Juan sighed and raised his eyebrows at Redondo: "Boss, don't look at me that way, you must mean the same thing, I understand you, but you are still too gentle with children."

"...Then you don't have to be so strict, right?" Casillas finally couldn't help but whispered, and Juan narrowed his eyes to look at him.

"I would be angry if it was me." Morientes, who was always silent, said, Raul was startled.

"Moreau?"

Morientes smiled wryly at Raul, and said softly, "After all... that's a rival in love, and there is also a gender advantage. It's normal to be nervous, right?"

"..." Casillas opened his mouth and looked at Juan.

Juan raised his eyebrows at him with a half-smile: "Look what I'm doing? I'm taking 12 points of seriousness to face this 'rival in love'."

"That, that's just a child..." Casillas was tongue-tied.

"Girls her age are already married in Dubai." Juan sighed softly, and raised his eyes to look at him very seriously, "I just ask you, did I make you unhappy by doing this?"

Casillas was taken aback, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Raul. After all, generally speaking, Raul still understands these things better, and Casillas is also used to asking Raul when there are things that cannot be resolved internally and externally. , but he never expected that after Raul met his gaze, he coughed lightly and turned his gaze away. No matter how he looked on his face, he looked like he was... watching the excitement? ?

Confused, Cassie looked around, only to find that the expressions on the faces of the surrounding people were narrowed, even Redondo coughed lightly, and there was a smile in his eyes, but no matter how he looked at it, he didn't seem to be showing any signs of distress. The sound reminded him of his appearance.

What does it mean?

Without foreign aid, Casillas was suddenly isolated and helpless. He could only make things bigger by himself. He opened his mouth and hesitated for a while, then slowly shook his head in Juan's smiling eyes: "No..."

Juan smiled, approached and stretched out his hand to gently squeeze his palm.

His fingers were slender and strong, and there was a thin pen callus between the fingertips. Casillas felt the slightly rough touch with his palm, and couldn't help being distracted.

In this season, how many homework notes and tactics did he write to leave such a mark on his hands?

At this moment, his thoughts were all immersed in the clasped hands, and he didn't notice how cold Juan's expression was when he narrowed his eyes and looked not far away.

"Speaking of which, we got a very interesting piece of news when we were chatting with Guardiola just now." Juan said casually, and Casillas was almost taken aback when he saw Juan so close. , but was quickly attracted by the news that Juan said-Guardiola is also a famous Barcelona player after all, Cassie still pays attention to him: "What?"

"Guardiola said that when he first came here, the little princess had already proposed to him, but he refused. The little princess has never given up on this idea for so many years... As a result, Guardiola was cruel , make yourself bald."

The expression on Juan's face was very meaningful, and then he coughed lightly, and continued under the stunned eyes of Casillas and Guti: "But after that, Guardiola also liked the feeling of being bald, so he always Maintaining this image... Now, do you still want to say something to that little princess?"

"It's gone! It's gone!" Guti was the first to shake his head like a rattle. Only then did he understand why Juan had to speak so harshly just now. This little princess has her own problems!

No matter how old Guardiola is, she can go down! !

Of course, when thinking this way, Guti subconsciously glanced at Redondo—this man of Guardiola’s age group is more pleasing to the eye than Guardiola in terms of facial features. He and Cassie are here?

"Hey, let's talk about it!" Guti felt that he suddenly thought of something, "Why didn't the little girl come to pester Juan?"

"Because I have already threatened her last time." Juan answered very simply, this kind of aboveboard behavior of intimidating children made several people speechless.

After being treated like this today, the schedule for the next few days will be very leisurely. After all, such days are really short.

The first person to leave was not Juan, but Redondo. After half a month, he ended his vacation ahead of schedule—he was going to Iceland, and the coaching training would start soon, so he had to do it in advance. Prepare.

This time I have been in Iceland for a whole year, even if I don’t have to stay there all the time, I still need a place to stay, and Icelandic...Although Spanish may be enough there Useful, but after all, you still need to pay a little attention.

If Spanish doesn't work, hasn't he been blind in the past? !

Although Juan and him repeatedly promised that such a thing would not happen, he still went to Iceland to make preparations. As soon as he left, Guti naturally followed. This man has been following Redondo all the time. After a few months, he almost became the shadow of Redondo. Wherever the boss goes, he goes wherever he goes, stickier than gummy candy.

But the boss is also inexplicably good-tempered, and he didn't say a word, so Guti followed him for half a month, and he didn't know what he was thinking...

After Redondo and Guti left, Juan would also leave—in fact, he was the busiest of all of them. Even when he was on vacation, they gathered around to play cards at night, and Redondo read books. , Juan grabbed his mobile phone and computer and hid on the balcony to deal with some things remotely.

In fact, Juan's affairs are not just those of Deportivo. After all, although he is the second largest shareholder, it has to be said that at least he has an Anthony as an agent, basically nothing He needs to be busy, the only thing he needs to do is to lie here and wait for the dividends.

And it's already the summer break, apart from the transfer of players, there is nothing he needs to worry about.

In other words, compared to the problems he was facing now, these problems were trivial matters at all.

Juan Diaz himself is actually very rich. It doesn’t even need to be said much, and he doesn’t need others to count his so-called assets. His huge net worth can only be seen by the outfit he wears when he stands on the sidelines of the court every game. Can glimpse a trace.

But here comes the problem.

Where did he get so much money?

Casillas may know a little bit about this. After the card game, when he went to sit next to Juan, Juan often fiddled with things on the computer that he couldn't understand.

Or rather, stocks?

He asked, and Juan gave a very straightforward answer: "Yes, it is stocks, and there are still a lot of stocks."

"What stock?" At this time, Guti also ran over and sat down. It's not that he didn't want to be with Redondo, but he didn't know what he and Morientes were talking about at this time, and it was difficult for even Raul to intervene. , so the two of them could only run over to make fun of it.

Anyway, everyone should not think about getting along with their sweetheart properly!

Casillas stared at them for a while, but Juan smiled and waved his hands: "It's nothing, just some dry shares...Speaking of which, you also know Facebook, right?"

"Ah, that social networking site." Guti obviously remembered that he still liked playing with that thing, "What's wrong?"

"I have some stocks in their company..." Juan said slowly, "Well, I should say a lot."

"So?" Guti raised his eyebrows in doubt, but Raul seemed to have thought of something, his eyebrows twitched, and the look in Juan's eyes was a bit wrong.

"Facebook founder Zuckerberg recently issued a large number of new shares in order to dilute the shares of his unlucky partner and expel him. This is an opportunity for us to make a fortune." Juan He continued to fiddle with his computer slowly, "So, do you want to buy some?"

"No need, I already have enough money to spend, and I can't spend it all." Guti waved his hand, apparently lacking in interest, with a taste of disinterest.

Juan smiled at him, with an indescribably strange expression: "Speaking of which, on May [-], just after Deportivo's away game against Bayern Munich, Facebook went public, and the company's market value is estimated... [-] billion, while his hapless partner was diluted to just [-] percent, worth $[-] billion."

Guti, who regards money as dung, has been dumbfounded for a long time, but Raul on the side can't help coughing lightly, and asked the key question: "So, how many shares do you own?"

After a suffocating silence, Juan coughed lightly and touched his cheek embarrassingly: "Maybe a little more than that unlucky partner."

"How much?!" The three said in unison.

Juan let out an "ah", and looked at his computer with a low voice in annoyance: "You all scared me, and now I have lost [-] million yuan."

"Ah?" The three of them didn't dare to take a breath, their expressions turned dark in an instant.

Two hundred million, even in football, where wages are generally relatively high, this is an astronomical figure!As soon as they talked now, Juan shook his hand, and lost [-] million?

When everyone's expression was very heavy, even when they were about to cry, Juan said "ah" again, and his expression became relieved: "I read it wrong, it turned out that I made another [-] million yuan, that's what stocks are like. It's heart-pounding."

"Oh, if you didn't lose but made money, that's good, that's good... [-] million?!" Guti couldn't calm down anymore, and rushed forward: "Show me your computer!!"

Juan rubbed his nose and let the computer out, and the three of them looked closely at the pile of curves that they couldn't understand but represented a lot of money.

"So, now you have a lot of money?" Casillas was the first to react, looked up at Juan, and got a positive nod: "If Real Madrid is a joint-stock company, I will Dividends from a few stocks can make it mine."

In football, Real Madrid can indeed be regarded as the most valuable team. This is not only reflected in the value of the players, but also a complete training system, advanced equipment and all talents.

If there is a comparison - La Coruña, an almost empty stadium with only three players and a few staff members, cost Juan [-] million euros to become the second largest team. shareholder, and the second largest shareholder with a pitifully small amount of holdings.

In such a comparison, the money Juan earned this summer can be described as horror!

Although nothing has been researched, the three people in front of them have already figured out that what they are standing in front of them is a billionaire—oh, it’s not a newcomer, after all, this person was a billionaire before he bought the shares of La Coruña. Already a billionaire, although they are all real estate and the like...

Facing the awe-inspiring eyes of his brothers, Juan laughed and waved his hands: "These are not important things. The money will be spent soon anyway."

"What are you going to do?" Casillas was taken aback.

"Get back your own things... and, by the way, buy some stocks."

"Still buying?!" Now the three of them were a little allergic to hearing about stocks.

Juan coughed lightly: "You can try to invest in Facebook and Apple stocks... As for the one I want to buy now, it is not convenient for you to buy."

"Okay! By the way, what kind of stock do you want to buy?" Guti excitedly asked, the Golden Wolf of the Bernabéu's eyes were shining with golden light at this moment, it was because he saw a lot of money rolling around in front of him Instinctive reaction.

Juan hesitated for a while, and finally said quietly: "A Coruña Sports Football Club dry stock."

"Uh..." Several people were silent, this is indeed an area they are not suitable for.

"I bought La Coruna's stock for my own use. You should buy the two stocks I told you before. If Facebook can't buy it, buy Apple. It will surprise you in a few years. .”