# Chapter 50 Transfermarkt Value Released!
On September 23rd, the exquisite medal display rack Maël had ordered on eBay arrived.
It was a display rack three meters long and two meters high, purely handmade, and exquisite from every angle.
The only flaw was its price. Due to the materials and other reasons, this display rack cost a whopping 900 pounds.
"This thing is almost 1k?"
Gilbert helped Maël assemble it, constantly complaining, "Maël, you've changed. You're no longer that kid from the youth team. You've got money, and you're starting to splurge."
"The place to display honors should naturally be a bit better."
Maël was quite particular at times, and he had his own views. "This is a rented house, so I'll buy one to use for now. When I have my own house in the future, and settle down somewhere, I'll buy the best one."
After assembling it, he placed the two 'Man of the Match' commemorative trophies he currently possessed on it, standing aside to admire them.
What would this place look like in half a year, a year, or three years? He was very much looking forward to that day.
"What are you thinking about?" Gilbert looked at him strangely, asking jealously.
He didn't quite understand, and he was also a little envious and jealous.
Wondering what it would look like when these are all filled with trophies, Maël thought, but didn't say it out loud. "Just think it looks good. You should work harder too. When you get one, you can put it up here as well."
"I won't put it up."
Gilbert shook his head resolutely. "I'm afraid you'll swipe it from me."
"You think it's a lighter? You can just swipe it?"
Maël subconsciously complained, but Gilbert obviously didn't understand.
The two watched TV for a while, when suddenly they heard a knock on the door. Gilbert went over, took a look through the peephole, and opened the door.
Joelson stood outside the door, holding two large boxes, seemingly with something to give them.
"Long time no see."
Gilbert greeted him stiffly. In fact, they had just seen each other during training, but they rarely met privately.
"Joelson is competing for the position of first assistant coach, so why would he care about the two kids he left behind during his scouting days."
When Maël saw him, he joked with a smile, wanting to tease this old friend who had come to Sheffield United. "We're like strangers now."
Joelson waved his hand helplessly, placing the two boxes on the table in the living room. "Transfermarkt values have been updated, did you guys know?"
"Haven't looked yet."
Maël guessed the purpose of the boxes, answering, "Actually, I only remembered because you mentioned it."
"Inside these boxes are the value plaques I had made by a craftsman in the city this morning."
Joelson gestured with his hand as he introduced, "I took some information from your first value increase and made a commemorative plaque to give to you."
He had noticed Maël's display rack in the living room a long time ago, pointing to it and saying, "It would be quite suitable to put it there."
"Let me see!"
Gilbert couldn't contain his curiosity and went up to unpack it. "Which one is mine?"
"This one." Joelson picked up a box and handed it to him.
Maël came over, still very curious about what Gilbert's value could be.
As Gilbert slowly unveiled the box, a 'poster'-like plaque with a yellow background and his player photo appeared.
It was a bit like the stat panels that the FIFA game later sent to various clubs, and the commemorative significance was indeed good.
It clearly recorded all the player's information, such as the date, birthday, value increase, and the team they played for, and of course, the value.
"3.5 million euros?"
Gilbert's eyes lit up instantly when he saw the price. This was definitely a large number for him. "I'm actually worth 3.5 million euros?"
Joelson looked at him with a smile, but the smile also contained a hint of indescribable sympathy as he kept glancing at Maël.
Maël, seeing that Gilbert was worth 3.5 million euros, had already curiously started unpacking his own value plaque, exclaiming, "A very good gift, Mr. Joelson, thank you very much, I will keep it forever."
This was his first time, and no matter what, it was worth commemorating.
He slowly took out his own value card. The first thing he saw was the photo of his domineering knee slide when he scored his first goal.
Well... at least he felt very domineering.
Slowly turning to his own value, Maël's heart instantly jumped to his throat. There was no nervousness, only excitement. "8 million euros?"
"Hahaha."
Gilbert laughed, leaning back and pointing at Maël. "Your joke level still isn't very..."
His voice trailed off, the last two syllables almost muttered to himself, "...good."
Gilbert had also seen it, the bright red figure of 8 million euros.
He thought of Maël's stats, then of their ages, his eyes widened, his brow furrowed, and his face instantly turned green. "No way, really?"
Maël smiled, stood up, took the value card and placed it on his display stand, then turned back to look at him. "Want to put yours up too?"
Gilbert looked at the 350 on his card, then at the 800 on Maël's, and when he realized he wasn't even half of Maël's value, he subconsciously wanted to crush his card.
He took the card and walked into the room dejectedly, leaving behind a lonely figure.
"Huh?"
Maël looked puzzled, spreading his hands and saying, "I really wouldn't swipe your card, you know."
...
Night, Lisbon, Portugal.
Mendes's agency, the chairman's office.
A person walked in, handed over the latest player values for all levels of the English leagues updated today, and turned to leave without saying a word.
Jorge Mendes placed it on the table, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the music in his headphones. This giant, who had basically controlled the European football transfer market since 2004, was at the height of his success.
After Ronaldo won his first Ballon d'Or in 2008 and transferred to Real Madrid in 2009, his name had already resounded throughout Europe and Asia.
Earlier this year, his coach Mourinho had also won the treble with Inter Milan, and with the remaining prestige of 'ruling the world', he took over the Bernabéu coaching position.
When it comes to commercial football, you can't avoid this successful football businessman.
"Might as well take a look."
After a long while, Mendes put down his headphones, picked up the value list, and didn't look at the highest value column, because he was familiar with it.
He focused on browsing the fourth page, the page with the biggest increase in value.
This was the most important point, and also the column that would reveal newly emerging talents.
His agency had many people dedicated to browsing matches in various countries, but human power was limited after all, and Transfermarkt was an important website to give him a reference.
He could look for players here, and then send someone to keep an eye on them.
"Maël?"
The age of 17 was always particularly conspicuous, it was linked to potential, and its appearance here basically destined it to be a rising star. "Sounds familiar."
Mendes remembered that someone had mentioned the name to him two weeks ago, and he had also asked someone to keep an eye on him. He seemed to be an Arsenal player.
He picked up his phone and searched for unread messages, quickly finding a video report about 'EFL Championship Sheffield United Maël'.
After spending more than ten minutes, he carefully read the report, picked up his phone and sent a voice message, "Send the right people to make contact with the player, and you guys keep an eye on him. Tell me anything at any time."
17 years old, 4 goals and 4 assists in the EFL Championship... Putting down his phone, Mendes smiled. This year was truly a year of upheaval in European football.
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