Chapter 309: Shaver Endorsement (Daily Transition)

Abramovich not only splashed money like dirt in the transfer market, but also placed great importance on Chelsea's youth academy.

He invested massive sums to build the Cobham training base, which everywhere displayed luxury and grandeur, even the youth team's supporting facilities being extremely advanced.

Over the past six years, Chelsea's youth team has won the FA Youth Cup five times.

The number of Chelsea youth players coming out of Stamford Bridge is quickly catching up to Southampton's.

"How much money does it take to cultivate a genius like Li?"

"Boss, it's not a matter of money... everything is arranged by fate."

"You can't be joking, you motherfucker?"

Abramovich looked displeased, snatched up the remote, and fiercely pressed the power button to turn off the TV.

Assistant coach Holland wore a troubled expression.

He couldn't help but recall the amusing incident when this nouveau riche first took over Stamford Bridge.

Abramovich gave the then-manager Ranieri a transfer list that included Ronaldinho, Zidane, Carlos, and other T0 superstars; Ranieri was scared silly on the spot.

After much persuasion, he revised the recruitment list to a group of T0.5–T1 stars.

Years later, the media commented: "That's where Ranieri falls short of Mourinho."

Holland is just a minor assistant coach; why does he often appear in Abramovich's office?

Or it's an internal issue within the coaching staff.

Conte tried to "Italianize" Chelsea.

Naturally, Abramovich was unhappy, saying Chelsea must retain its "English element."

But as Chelsea's performance in the Premier League soared, their conflict gradually eased.

Holland was preparing to leave; he promptly found his next job: the coaching staff of the Three Lions.

"Thank you for your eight years of dedication to Chelsea."

An aide behind Abramovich handed Holland an envelope.

He, moved to tears, left the office.

Mixed with joy was sorrow.

Who wouldn't want to hang out with a generous boss?

Apart from salary, bonuses, and various benefits, over the past decade or so, any staff member leaving Stamford Bridge receives a hefty "severance package."

Meanwhile.

Conte was leading a group of Italians in a tactical meeting.

The big screen displayed content split in half: one side showing Arsenal's formation changes, the other a heat map.

Everyone's expression was subtle... gradually turning into bitter melon faces.

"Boss, Li is more flexible than during the Euro."

"He no longer relies solely on his physique to solve problems."

"Dribbling and beating defenders... this kid has honed a terrifying ball-handling ability in half a season at Arsenal!"

Humans are complex animals.

Although Conte is single-minded, he likes to avoid and delay problems.

His sideline command style is very passionate, yet when the team faces adversity he often acts like a coward.

Single-front warfare is godlike.

Multi-front warfare is piggish.

The cowardly past in the Apennines can be set aside for now.

This season Chelsea's resurgence is not only because his "three-center-back system" perfectly fits the blues, but also because "temporarily only proficient in defense" Kanté has become the iron shorts of this top-tier lineup.

The atmosphere is too heavy.

Let's shift the topic.

"Diego Costa has recently been having a very unpleasant run-in with the physio; he even injured Chalobah in training, so we need to swiftly take disciplinary action against him."

Hearing this, the Italian assistant coach looked embarrassed: "Boss, Chalobah is just a youth player; we don't need to... Diego Costa didn't do it on purpose; he's Chelsea's suppository against packed defenses."

"We can't lose him; it's hard to find such an excellent big center-forward, a super striker, on the transfer market..."

Conte's face darkened.

"Let's get back to business; we'll be facing Arsenal in a few rounds!"

Taking advantage of the day off, Li Kang and his assistant hurried to Germany.

Of course, not returning to Bei lai yin.

The agency team finally picked a product endorsement that "ordinary fans can afford": Braun shavers.

This time the destination is: Hesse, Frankfurt on the Main, Braun's headquarters.

On the plane.

Wilde, with dark circles under his eyes, said:

"Li, Kimmich is also a Braun endorser; that kid basically doesn't grow hair!"

"We'll get to meet several Bayern players later."

"And Mourinho will also be there."

Who is the highest-earning coach in European football?

Mourinho!

His brilliant coaching career, arrogant and unrestrained personality, have made him a favorite of advertisers.

Before Guardiola and Klopp had yet to shine, Mourinho had already raked in piles of cash: Heineken beer, Hublot watches, Jaguar, Adidas, EA Sports football games... and so on.

Even if he lay idle at home for a year without coaching, his endorsement income would still approach twenty million euros.

The plane tore through the thick cloud layer and landed at Main International Airport.

Frankfurt is very cold at this time.

The average temperature is close to minus 1.5 degrees Celsius.

Thanks to the German brand's effective secrecy work, there were no fans or reporters waiting at the arrival gate.

Li Kang and his assistant quickly got into a business car and nonstop headed to Braun's headquarters.

Braun does not only make razors.

It was once a global giant in small appliances.

The lifestyle products it created led the aesthetic trends of the era, and its influence remains undiminished to this day.

Early Apple Company greatly admired and paid tribute to Braun's design.

Braun was founded in 1921, first acquired by Gillette, then 'rode along' to be acquired by Procter & Gamble, and in 2012 was again acquired by Dalong Company.

In that historical period, for ordinary consumers, razors had only three choices: manual, rotary, and reciprocating.

The functional differences among them had not yet evolved to a uniform level.

When faced with dense, stiff stubble, Braun's reciprocating razor is a good choice.

One and a half hours later.

Li Kang and Wang Erde arrived at Braun's headquarters.

CEO Ma Xiusi led a group of staff, waiting for a while.

"Li, I'm very happy to see you."

"Let me take a look at your chin... Not bad, how do you feel after using our razor these days?"

As early as two weeks prior, Braun had sent a best-selling model razor to North London in advance.

Li Kang smiled.

Wang Erde stroked his newly grown stubble, adding: "I've been using Braun since I was 15, of course it's great!"

Maxius also stroked his stubble, satisfied.

They didn't linger on pleasantries for long.

Everyone quickly entered the headquarters office area.

Along the way.

Glass display cabinets on both sides of the walls exhibited Braun's historical industrial designs.

"Snow White's coffin": the SK4 wireless radio phonograph.

"The seven dwarfs' microwave": the TP1 portable record player.

"Romeo and Juliet's battlefield": the TG60 turntable recorder.

Over fifty years later.

One can still feel the simplicity of these industrial products.

Elegant, never outdated.

Photography studio.

The bearded director pushed through the busy crowd, waving excitedly.

"Li, long time no see!"

"This time your partners are all men!"

Li Kang looked over: stern-faced Lai Wan, enthusiastic Boateng, and hesitant Kimmich.

Also sitting in the corner chair was Manchester United manager Mourinho, his arms crossed over his chest, he smiled.