Chapter 602: Good Sisters Sharing a Fortune

Fort Saint Louis.

After Jin Ying finally returned, Qi Sheng took care of her for the entire night.

As for how many times, Qi Sheng hadn’t bothered to count.

All he knew was that it left Jin Ying unable to close her legs.

She had to call out several incredibly embarrassing pet names before Qi Sheng, satisfied, finally let her go.

Throughout the entire preseason tournament, Arsenal had been on a winning streak.

They defeated Chelsea, drew with Manchester City, and crushed Manchester United.

Their performance in these clashes between Premier League teams was nothing short of stunning.

They successfully advanced to the semi-finals as the top team in their group.

Ah Bu had certainly bought plenty of players, but Tuchel obviously hadn’t managed to get them to gel as a team yet.

With a record of two draws and one loss, Chelsea didn’t even make it out of the group stage.

Ah Bu was furious and had the urge to fire Tuchel on the spot.

He had also spent 300 million British Pounds, yet look at how well Arsenal was playing.

Not only was their offense fluid and seamless, but their defense was also impenetrable.

The gap between the two teams was just that massive.

Ah Bu began to doubt whether Chelsea could win the Premier League title next season.

Since his team had been unceremoniously knocked out, Ah Bu lost all interest in watching the rest of the tournament and began raising funds for his investment in Misha.

Meanwhile, Qi Sheng and his girlfriends watched the entire process of Arsenal lifting the International Champions Cup trophy.

In the semi-finals, they sent Inter Milan packing with a clean 2-0 victory.

In the final against Real Madrid, Arsenal’s performance left Qi Sheng thoroughly satisfied.

Not only could they defend effectively, but they also held their own in an all-out offensive battle.

The few players who had been sold by Real Madrid were especially fired up, desperate to make the Madrid management eat their words.

The 2-1 scoreline and the way they played both pleased Qi Sheng greatly.

As for the players who participated, they would naturally receive bonuses.

The starting players would each get 500,000 British Pounds.

The substitute players would each get 200,000 British Pounds.

It wasn’t a particularly important championship trophy to begin with.

To receive such bonuses was already considered extremely generous.

Since Jin Ying had only just come back, she wanted nothing more than to stick to Qi Sheng’s side all day long.

But phone calls kept coming in, annoying her to no end.

As soon as the International Champions Cup ended, Arsenal’s players became hot commodities.

The market values of a whole group of players on the team were skyrocketing.

The most outrageous case was Camavinga, whose price had already been hyped up to 60 million British Pounds.

In such a short time, his value had quadrupled.

Jin Ying’s answer was simple.

“Not for sale!”

Ah Bu next door had already called dibs on Camavinga.

As long as he didn’t turn out to be a flop this season, Ah Bu would immediately fork over 100 million British Pounds to buy him next season.

Spending 15 million British Pounds on a player, only to turn around and make a net profit of 85 million British Pounds.

The business of buying and selling players was truly profitable.

But all these players had been handpicked by Qi Sheng.

Without exception, not a single one had been a flop.

In fact, the values of many players had more than doubled.

“Honey, recommend a few more players for me. I want to buy them early so we can make another fortune later!”

Having gotten a taste for it, Jin Ying pulled on Qi Sheng’s hand, wheedling him.

Arsenal itself was located in a major city like London.

Ticket sales plus broadcasting revenue already amounted to nearly 300 million British Pounds.

Add in some commercial sponsorships, and breaking 450 million British Pounds in revenue wouldn’t be a problem.

Subtracting the 250 million British Pounds in annual salary expenses and various other costs, Arsenal’s annual net profit was close to 200 million British Pounds.

Of course, this was assuming no debt and under very ideal circumstances.

After factoring in the amortized cost of player purchases, the net profit might not be that high.

But judging by the potential of these players, Arsenal was definitely going to make a killing in the future.

Take Camavinga, for example. You think you can sign him without his price multiplying several times over?

Dream on.

Right after the International Champions Cup final, Real Madrid sent an offer for Camavinga.

It was just a tentative inquiry, but the price they offered already reached 60 million British Pounds.

If they had a few more players like Camavinga, Jin Ying would be laughing in her sleep.

“First, focus on developing this group of players and building up their reputation,” Qi Sheng said.

When Qi Sheng used to play Football Manager, his favorite thing was to develop young prodigies and then sell them.

But how could a game compare to real life?

In the real world, most teams were dirt poor; very few could afford players with astronomical price tags.

“Mm, but if we keep selling players like this, won’t the fans have something to say about it?”

Jin Ying calmed down from the joy of seeing her investment pay off and started to worry that the fans might cause trouble.

“We’re the owners, not philanthropists. We bought Arsenal to make money, naturally.”

“As long as the team performs well, their opinions don’t matter.”

Qi Sheng shook his head with a smile, his words blunt.

“I get it. But there’s no need to sell off players on a large scale. We can just pick a few valuable ones to sell, then buy new talent to develop.”

Jin Ying understood Qi Sheng’s thinking perfectly and had extraordinary confidence in her man.

As long as Qi Sheng’s judgment remained sharp, Arsenal could succeed on two fronts at once: playing well and making a profit from selling players.

“Enough of that. Get back to your squat practice.”

Qi Sheng patted Jin Ying’s perky bottom. Who talks business at a time like this?

“Isn’t the man supposed to take the lead in this kind of thing?”

“So, you don’t want to?”

“Fine. I guess I’m just too kind-hearted.”

“Tired already?”

“Honey, I’m dead tired. You do it yourself.”

Jin Ying started to whine. Who in their right mind could do squats for half an hour?

If she weren’t leaving for the United Kingdom tomorrow, she wouldn’t have dared to be so wild.

But she had been determined to prove herself, so she had no choice but to eat her fill now and then go hungry for a few months over there.

…

Their scheduled trip had to be delayed by several hours because of Jin Ying’s “overindulgence” the previous night.

By the time the private jet’s paperwork was refiled, it was almost noon before they took off.

After seeing Jin Ying off, Qi Sheng turned and boarded another private jet.

Having multiple planes meant you could be that capricious.