The next day, on the return bus.
Koss Pech was slumped in the very last seat, with a bucket in front of him, occasionally shuddering and retching.
Van Steyrack looked at Koss Pech's hungover appearance and frowned, "What happened yesterday?"
Bill Yar immediately pointed at Suk: "You should ask him."
Suk blinked, feigning innocence; "What does it have to do with me?"
"Wasn't it you who kept stoking the fire, making Koss Pech and Ivan. Krich compete in drinking?" Mashovich said with a smile and a scolding.
"That was their choice to drink, it's none of my business." Suk turned his head away, refusing to admit anything.
Mashovich and the others shook their heads helplessly. Last night, this guy Suk was jumping around, instigating and encouraging everyone to drink.
He himself is underage and didn't drink a drop, but he made everyone else drink enough.
Especially Koss Pech and Ivan. Krich, those two guys had to be carried back by their teammates.
However, precisely because of this, Van Steyrack probably won't give them any more vacation.
Although Mostar Zrinjski doesn't have such strict discipline, drinking during the season, especially to the point of being completely drunk, greatly affects performance.
As for the so-called nightlife of Sarajevo, it was completely nonexistent!
It was just a bunch of men reveling in a 'Luohan' gathering!
Back in Mostar, they were greeted with a warm welcome from the town's residents.
"You played great!"
"We defeated Sarajevo!"
"First in the league! Hahaha! We are number one!"
"Modrić, Suk, your performance was fantastic!"
The enthusiastic welcome was somewhat exaggerated, but from the moment the bus entered the town, residents stopped in their tracks when they saw it.
They gave the bus a thumbs up and offered their praise.
Mostar is not a big city; it's a small town in Bosnia and Herzegovina, and this football club is its main claim to fame.
Previously, they were always suppressed by Sarajevo. Although they had the slogan of challenging for the championship every year, they had never reached the top since the establishment of the Premier League of Bosnia and Herzegovina.
The trophy room is also filled with old relics from the former Yugoslavia era.
Therefore, the town's residents and the club are very eager for a brand new trophy, a symbol of reaching the top of the Premier League of Bosnia and Herzegovina.
Back at the club, some of the club's executives also showed up to give awards.
Winning against Sarajevo is a big deal, so naturally, they had to praise them properly.
In addition to verbal praise, they also offered some material rewards.
Mostar Zrinjski's financial situation isn't particularly good, so they couldn't offer much. They gave some financial rewards to some of the outstanding players.
Especially Suk and Modrić.
Modrić's goal bonus and Suk's assist bonus earned them some Mark income.
Seeing the money in his pocket, Suk felt both happy and secure.
After returning to the dormitory, Suk took out a portion of his salary from the past few months for living expenses, and put the bulk of it into an envelope.
"I'm going out for a bit!"
Suk shouted to Modrić as he picked up the envelope with the money.
Modrić was writing a letter; he waved his hand gently, indicating that he had heard.
Suk ran out of the dormitory and sprinted down the mountain path. Soon, he arrived at Oripe's house.
Today was Sunday, school was out, and Oripe was also holed up at home.
Suk started shouting even before he entered the house.
"Oripe! Oripe! I'm here!"
Oripe opened the door, and Suk dashed in.
He first went to the refrigerator, took out a glass, and drank a large gulp of cold water before placing the envelope with the money on the table.
"Help me contact Ković and have him send this money to the orphanage."
Suk used to live a hard life, with no money in his pocket and barely able to take care of himself.
But he understood that when poor, one should focus on self-preservation, and when successful, one should help the world.
When he was poor, he was penniless and struggled to get a meal.
Now that things were a little better and he could save some money, he felt it was necessary to send some of it to the orphanage.
The orphanage where Suk grew up was located in a suburb of Zagreb, the capital of Croatia.
Although it was an orphanage under the auspices of the church, the money they could get was limited, and most of the time they needed social donations. Life was tough.
The old director was a priest, and priests were not allowed to go out to work.
But the situation at the time was so dire that, in order to feed the children, the old director even violated his faith and went out alone at night to do odd jobs to support the orphanage.
If it weren't for the old director, Suk and the other children might have starved to death during those turbulent years.
Therefore, when he was able, Suk still felt it was necessary to help out, even if the money wasn't much, it could improve the situation to some extent.
Oripe understood this and put the envelope in the drawer, saying; "Ković is returning to port tomorrow. He's going to Croatia anyway, even if he's not going to Zagreb, he can run the errand on the way."
Suk nodded; "Thank you Ković for me."
With that, Suk turned to leave.
"Hey!" At this moment, Oripe suddenly called out to Suk.
"What's wrong?" Suk turned around and asked.
Oripe said: "The day before yesterday, someone came to me, saying he was a football agent, wanting to contact you through me."
"Football agent?" Suk blinked.
In the professional football world, a good football agent is very rare.
Like Mendes, Raiola, Barnett, and so on in the future.
For players, an excellent football agent can help them solve many problems, while also planning their careers and providing great assistance in the transfer market.
So far, Suk doesn't have an agent. Everything is decided by Suk himself under the care of his guardian, Oripe.
If he had an agent, it would indeed be easier. At least, he could devote more energy to training and matches.
"He's coming next time…"
Knock knock!
The sound of knocking on the door.
Oripe got up and went to open the door.
A middle-aged man dressed in a suit and tie on a hot day, with greasy slicked-back hair, stood at the door.
His cheekbones were high, and he had a professional smile on his face. Overall, he didn't give a very good impression.
The suited man also saw Suk, his eyes lit up, and he immediately said; "Nice to meet you, Suk. You can call me Potratch. I'm a professional football agent. This is my business card."
Suk glanced at Potratch and then took the business card.
The business card listed an agency belonging to Bosnia and Herzegovina, but Suk hadn't heard of it.
Potratch looked at Suk over Oripe's shoulder and said: "Can we talk? Your performance is very outstanding, and I believe you have even greater potential waiting to be discovered."
Suk looked at Oripe.
The latter shrugged: "Talk?"
Suk then nodded.
"Come in!"
Potratch smiled and walked into Oripe's room. After the three sat down together, this guy began to lavishly praise Suk, praising Suk's recent performance.
However, he didn't mention a word about his career plan or the content of his work.
Listening to Potratch praising him to the heavens, he became aesthetically fatigued after hearing too much.
"Mr. Potratch, shouldn't we talk about some serious business?" Suk's face showed some impatience.
Potratch also reacted, smiled, and said: "That's right! Serious business, serious business is important."
Potratch coughed, took a deep breath, looked at Suk, and suddenly said; "Suk, do you want to make money?"
Suk was stunned, but soon, his face completely darkened.
Oripe on the side also realized what was going on. He slowly got up, his voice suppressing his anger; "Get out!"
Potratch immediately said; "Hey! This is a good way to make money. Your performance is so good that you won't be relegated to the bench even if you perform a little worse occasionally. You just need to play a little less seriously, and you can make a lot and a lot of money. No one will refuse money."
Suk's expression was as gloomy as ink.
Oripe couldn't bear it any longer, grabbed Potratch and pulled him up, roaring; "Get out! Get out of my house! You piece of shit! Suk won't agree to your disgusting request, get out! Get out! Get out! !"
In Oripe's roar, Potratch was pushed and shoved out of the house.
"These guys are just sewer rats. They are only interested in profit. Once you have had an experience with them, they will hold your weakness." Oripe said seriously: "Suk, you can't be tempted."
He was afraid that Suk was young, and after experiencing those hard days, he would be tempted by money.
At this time, Suk took a deep breath and turned his head and said; "Don't worry, I won't agree to him."
Suk got up: "I have to go back."
"I'll take you back!"
Oripe immediately put on his clothes.
He was afraid that the guy hadn't gone far. Once Suk was entangled, it wouldn't be a good thing.
Oripe escorted Suk all the way to the club, and only left after watching Suk enter the training base.
Suk also breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew that professional football was not just sunshine, there were many shady things hidden in the shadows.
It's just that he didn't expect to be targeted so quickly.
"Someone asked you to fix a match?"
In the dormitory, Modrić's face showed anger, he shouted; "You should have punched him hard in the face."
Suk; "I have already refused. In the short term, that guy shouldn't give up. I will also try to stay in the club." Suk sighed and said; "When you perform well, some troublesome things will automatically start to come to your door."
Suk was very depressed.
As his performance improved, these petty and greedy guys began to pay attention to him.
In the past, he didn't have enough fame and couldn't guarantee enough playing time, but now Suk is clearly a key player for Mostar Zrinjski.
Therefore, these profitable guys began to pester Suk.
"That guy's name is Potratch, belonging to the Bosnian and Herzegovinian Green Field Professional Economic Company, but it's probably a shell company, it's a fake name."
Suk said.
"Wait!" Modrić said in surprise: "Are you sure it's Potratch?"
Suk nodded; "That's right! What's wrong?"
Modrić: "You'd better communicate with the coach, it's a bit complicated here!"