Ma'el walked out of the administrative building and arrived at the entrance of the training base.
Gilbert entered, first meeting with the agent. A few days ago, midway through the season, he signed with the famous England agent Barnet, now he has a certain professional demeanor.
Since there is still a league match this month, the two are planning to head back immediately after signing, not intending to linger here.
This made Hans quite regretful. His wife came today, and he wanted to drive Ma'el and Gilbert back home for a sit-down, let his wife cook a meal for the two, to strengthen their relationship.
"Next time then."
Ma'el patted him, comforting, "Now we're just Championship players. Maybe next time we come back, we'll be Premier League promoted players. It would be more valuable and worth celebrating at your place."
Hans smiled bitterly, but he was looking forward to it: "I wish time could pass a little faster."
"It will be fast enough."
