"How much?!"
"1.8!"
"180 million!"
"Oh my God!"
"Lin!" Barnett threw an arm around Leo Lin and roared like mad.
In the other livestreams, every fan reacted the same way.
Scholes froze on the spot. He thought he had misread it.
Gerrard could not hold back and burst out laughing.
As a Liverpool legend and Leo Lin's close friend, of course he wanted to see Leo Lin's market value skyrocket.
"Unstoppable."
"180 million euros."
"The youngest €100 million man in history!"
"Fans, witness history!"
"The youngest €100 million man in history has appeared!"
"With the quadruple, the Champions League title, the World Cup title, and his age all taken into account, Leo Lin has ultimately been given the highest market value in this update by Transfermarkt!"
"A full 180 million euros!"
"But in reality, for Lin and for Liverpool, this is only a number, because Liverpool will absolutely never sell Lin. No matter what, Lin is untouchable for this club."
Gerrard then opened the data, which also showed the teams with the highest total squad values in European soccer.
Real Madrid were still firmly in first place, but Liverpool had already overtaken several teams to reach second, closing the gap with Real Madrid.
"Liverpool are the club whose total squad value has risen the most in all of Europe. Spain are the national team whose total squad value has risen the most in the entire world!"
"Several Liverpool players have seen their values increase. After winning the quadruple, Firmino's value has reached 70 million euros, Mané's value is 70 million euros, Salah's value is 75 million euros, and Henderson's value has risen to 55 million euros."
"Alexander-Arnold's value has reached 65 million euros, Robertson's is 60 million euros, and center backs Lovren and Matip have both risen to 45 million euros!"
"With the help of the quadruple, the market value of every Liverpool player has risen to some extent!"
News of Leo Lin's staggering 180 million euro value quickly swept across the internet, reaching the top of every sports trending list around the world.
On any soccer related social media platform, the number one trending topic was bound to be Leo Lin's terrifying 180 million euro market value.
Meanwhile, at the entrance of Liverpool's Anfield club headquarters, an unknown young player stepped off a bus, carrying several large and small bags of luggage.
He had received the news the night before. Klopp had promoted him to the first team, and he had come to report in.
Compared with the four new signings, Ocho received no welcome from Liverpool fans at all.
His market value was 500,000 euros, and that might even have had something to do with his English nationality.
Because of Premier League registration rules, homegrown academy players received a certain amount of extra favor.
Ocho got off the bus carrying his bags, muttering something under his breath as he dragged his luggage toward the entrance of the headquarters.
"One day, fans will recognize me too."
"Don't get angry. It wasn't easy to make it to the first team. Don't get discouraged."
"Today is a brand new day! A brand new beginning!"
Ocho said that aloud, but deep down, he was clearly a little disappointed.
After all, the club had not even sent a car to pick him up. They had only told him they would reimburse the bus fare from the academy base to club headquarters.
This was Klopp's arrangement.
He felt Ocho had some talent. Not much, but enough to be useful. Perhaps he could become one of Liverpool's first team substitutes.
That was why a young player like him needed tempering.
He needed anger.
Only anger could give Ocho more fighting spirit and unwillingness to accept defeat. Only that would make him train desperately, sharpen his own ability, and fight to stay in the first team.
At this moment, Ocho really was angry.
But he was also happy.
Happiness and anger were mixed together.
After all, being promoted to the first team was something countless young players could only dream of.
Still muttering to himself, Ocho carried his luggage and was just about to enter through the slowly opening iron gate when a clear sound suddenly came from his shoulder.
"Ocho!"
Ocho did not even need to turn his head to know who was standing behind him.
Leo Lin took Ocho's luggage, put an arm around him, and walked with him toward the club.
"You really thought no one would come welcome you?"
"I'm right here!"
The corners of Ocho's mouth lifted. He put his arm around Leo Lin's shoulder, and the two walked inside shoulder to shoulder.
The gloomy sky began to be pushed open by the sun, and sunlight fell across the shoulders of the two young men.
Ocho smiled.
A truly happy smile.
"Lin, I heard there are a lot of beautiful staff members in the first team. Is that true?"
"Of course. They line up every day to ask me for autographs."
"Tch. Stop bragging."
Ocho laughed and punched Leo Lin lightly.
"Let's have a big meal tonight. My treat."
"How could I let the mighty 180 million euro man treat me to dinner?"
"Forget 700 million or 800 million. Even if I become a ten billion euro man someday, I'll still be your friend!"