But Chen Yu had a strange feeling that Blanchini might become an obstacle.
Besides, Ronaldo didn't just have Blanchini as an agent. Two more were flying in.
'Three agents in total. Who on earth does Ronaldo listen to?'
It occurred to Chen Yu that Guardiola had been Ronaldo's teammate. Maybe he could help talk to Ronaldo. That way, no matter the outcome, at least it would be a decision Ronaldo made himself—one he wouldn't regret.
The door to Guardiola's house was shut tight. There was no response when he rang the doorbell; he must have gone out.
The surroundings were lovely, so it was normal to take a walk after dinner.
Chen Yu didn't know where to find him, so he decided to just wander around a bit. If that didn't work, he could always talk to him tomorrow.
It was a good chance to walk off the effects of the wine, too.
The ten-year-old red wine packed a bit of a punch.
As he walked down a gravel path, he could hear the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore.
