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Tang Long's brilliant performance in the last ten minutes made the Argentine forward increasingly anxious as he watched.

Hijacking Tang Long was a strong demand Icardi made to Manchester United.

"In the conservative tactics of Serie A, I can score 40 league goals with Tang's cooperation. If we continue to partner in the more open Premier League, I can assure you, this season's European Golden Boot won't go to Messi or C Luo. It will definitely be mine! If I don't get it, I'll return this year's salary and play for Manchester United for free!"

Icardi's military order to play for free had the air of youthful recklessness, and Manchester United naturally did not agree.

However, the high-level executives of the Red Devils were well aware of the cooperation data between the Argentine forward and the Chinese midfielder at Inter.

With a probing mindset, they had once made an offer to Inter.

Everyone knows the result that followed.

Not only did they fail to get Tang Long, but Ranocchia, who was originally a sure deal, was intercepted by Manchester City.

Failing to steal and losing the bait, Manchester United, with their plans thwarted, became discouraged regarding Tang Long.

However, after all, Manchester United is Manchester United, and they were not short on money.

As the club with the highest revenue in England, Manchester United aims to win the championship this season. They not only reserved a large transfer budget but also actively cleared redundant players from the team to free up transfer fees and salary space.

Before buying Icardi, Di Maria transferred to Paris Saint-Germain for 63 million, Hernandez to Bayer Leverkusen for 12 million, and Evans, Van Persie, Nani, and Rafael each added several million euros to the Red Devils' transfer budget piggy bank.

Van Gaal assured the youngest Golden Boot in the century-long history of Serie A that they would continue to recruit players.

"Mauro, don't worry. We will equip you with one of the world's best passers, who will definitely not be worse than your former teammate Tang. Play well, kid. The European Golden Boot this season is your sole objective!"

...

In the late night hours.

Manchester Airport was immersed in a tranquil and mysterious atmosphere.

Only the occasional roar of planes breaking through the night sky disrupted the silence.

A private plane from distant Georgia, like a gigantic silver bird, whistled through the night and slowly landed on the English soil, with the friction between the tires and the runway creating a sizzling sound and a bright spark trail.

Tang Long, alone, dragged his suitcase, strolling through the airport's long and empty walkway.

The dim yellow lights in the walkway stretched his shadow.

Through the windows of the walkway, Tang Long saw the night outside.

The night sky seemed washed, not clear and transparent but wrapped tightly in layers of thick crimson clouds.

The moon, under such cover, appeared shy and distant, emitting a soft and dim glow.

As for the stars, they were even more elusive, hidden beneath this heavy cloud curtain, difficult to find.

Tang Long pondered silently; people often say the British Isles is a place with more clouds and less sunshine compared to the almost ceaseless brilliant sunlight of Southern Italy. The climate here undoubtedly requires time to gradually adapt to.

Since Tang Long took the airport's private VIP channel, there were no Manchester City fans there to greet him.

Only a few Manchester City Club staff members came to receive him.

"Welcome to Manchester!" the staff handed over a bouquet of flowers.

The scene was rather quiet. After exchanging a few pleasantries, they headed to the car, preparing to go to the hotel.

According to the arrangement, Tang Long would undergo a medical examination for Manchester City the next morning, followed by signing the contract.

After a few days of negotiation, the agent Ronaldo secured an 18,000 British Pounds weekly salary five-year contract for Tang Long.

The highest-paid players in Manchester City were Aguero and Yaya Toure, both with a weekly salary of 24,000 British Pounds, followed by David Silva, with a weekly salary of 20,000 British Pounds.

Tang Long's salary ranked fourth in Manchester City, stepping into the top salary echelon.

Initially, Manchester City held firm at a 15,000 British Pounds baseline, which was the highest notch of the second salary echelon within the team.

However, Ronaldo's significant concession on agent commissions greatly surprised the chief operating officer responsible for the negotiations, who agreed to add this part of the commission to Tang Long's salary.

Ronaldo's explanation was that he didn't need the few million euros of commission, but, "Manchester United gave Icardi a weekly salary of 20,000 British Pounds, and Tang's importance to a team is not at all inferior to Icardi's. My players shouldn't be underestimated!"

After Ronaldo left, Belgistan said to his colleague with emotion:

"In this era, an agent as righteous as Ronaldo is probably not to be seen again."

Just as Tang Long and the staff were about to get in the car.

A man as tall as the lamppost by the road was waving his arms, sprinting towards the car from the night at a near-dashing speed.

"Wait for me, wait a moment!"

For Tang Long, this tall figure could be recognized instantly even among a sea of people!

Especially those long locks fluttering in the wind like a flag flapping, deeply etched in his memory, becoming an indelible mark.

"Haha, it's Ranocchia!" Tang Long's face blossomed with a radiant smile, a joy of reunion after a long time, and a disbelief at the unexpected surprise.

Tang Long almost instinctively rushed out, leaving the two City staff members bewildered and at a loss.

They wondered to themselves, "Ranocchia, why is he here? Could he be here to welcome him, but the club didn't inform us in advance?"

At three-thirty in the morning, on the deserted road outside Manchester Airport, in the faint moonlight, everything was silent.

Only the rapid thumping sounds of footsteps could be heard. Tang Long and Ranocchia ran towards each other, leaping high into the air two meters apart, twisting 180 degrees in the air, their backs colliding with a thud.

This high-difficulty welcoming action made the City staff watch with apprehension ~

Oh dear, there's about to be a medical examination, and Ranocchia's 195cm frame better not hurt Tang Long.

But what they didn't know was that Tang Long and Ranocchia often performed this move in Inter's training, already perfectly attuned, how could they get injured?

This move usually happened when Tang Long assisted Ranocchia in scoring with a header.

"I came here to pick you up. It was my first time driving to the airport, took the wrong route, almost missed it, but luckily, I made it, hehe!"

Even though it was three-thirty at night, Ranocchia's voice was full of vigor, with no trace of fatigue, and his deep blue eyes, reminiscent of ancient Greek sculptures, were full of spirit.

"Ah? Three-thirty in the morning, you came to pick me up?"

Tang Long, at this moment, felt a surge of emotion in his heart and grasped Ranocchia's hand tightly.

"Captain, that's really kind of you!"

"What kindness? Ever since I came to Manchester City before you, I've been tense every day, praying to God, sleep was hard to come by, fearful that we'd lose out to Chelsea and you'd go to London instead. Now that you're here, the stone in my heart can finally be laid down!"

"Haha, London isn't bad either, Guarin and Podolski are there, it's a bit livelier than Manchester City."

If Bonazzoli came to pick him up at three-thirty, Tang Long would think that was a junior caring for an elder brother.

But Ranocchia was his former captain, eight years older than him, not to mention he had a family, uprooting from Milan to Manchester. Running out in the wee hours to pick him up, the camaraderie in it needed no words.

Ranocchia asked the Manchester City staff to leave first and personally drove Tang Long to the hotel.

Once in the car, Ranocchia said to Tang Long, "On your first day in Manchester City, I'm giving you a gift."

Ranocchia, holding the steering wheel, gestured with his mouth towards the glove compartment on the passenger side.

Seeing Ranocchia with such a secretive expression, Tang Long's curiosity was piqued. He rubbed his hands, then with a click, opened the drawer...