A three-page-long supplementary agreement.

"Mr. Klopp, may I make a few small requests?"

"You're still not satisfied with such a good contract? Kid from Huaxia, don't push your luck!" Watzke barked before Klopp could even speak.

Klopp frowned slightly but asked, "Is there anything you're unhappy with?"

"No, I'm very satisfied with the contract, but I'd like to add a few clauses!" Ye Chen said seriously.

"Go ahead."

"First, goal bonuses—what rewards will there be for reaching 15 goals, 20 goals, or even 30 goals?"

"Also, what if I win the Golden Boot, or if we win the Bundesliga or the Champions League? What will the rewards be?"

"Oh, and I'd also like my salary to increase by 10% every year!"

Watzke frowned, "Kid, do you even know what you're saying? Do you really think Dortmund can compete for the title this year? Whether it's the Bundesliga or the Champions League, those are beyond our reach!"

Ye Chen remained unfazed. "The Champions League might be unlikely this year, but the league title is still within reach. After all, we've only played six rounds—anything is possible!"

"Do you even understand football?" Watzke questioned.

Klopp, however, chuckled. "Alright, then what do you think is reasonable?"

"15 combined goals and assists—€500,000 bonus.20—€1.25 million.30—€1.25 million.40—€1.25 million.50—€1.25 million!"

"Are you sure you want to add so many clauses?"

"Of course! If I don't hit those numbers, you don't have to pay anything—it's just a small incentive!"

"Anything else?"

"Winning the Champions League—€1 million!"

"Winning the league title—€800,000!"

"Annual salary increase of 10%!"

Klopp looked at the young man confidently negotiating, suddenly regretting his generosity.

This kid was a sly little fox!

Of course, as Ye Chen said, if he didn't perform well, these were just empty words.

But if he actually achieved those numbers, then the money would be well spent!

"Anything else?"

"Of course!" Ye Chen nodded. "Bundesliga Team of the Season—€300,000.Champions League Team of the Season—€500,000.Oh, and the Champions League Golden Boot—€500,000.The Golden Boy Award should also have a €500,000 reward!"

Watzke watched Ye Chen negotiating without a hint of nervousness and instead struggled to hold back a laugh.

This kid was adorable!

Did he really think these honors were that easy to win?

"How can the Golden Boy Award be just €500,000? Let's make it €5 million instead!" Watzke joked with a grin.

"You said it!" Ye Chen's eyes lit up, quickly turning to Klopp. "Sir, you heard him—this was Watzke's original statement!"

Klopp shook his head. "Forget €5 million, we'll make it €1 million… but winning the Golden Boy Award won't be easy!"

"No worries, just put it in the contract!" Ye Chen answered calmly.

After half an hour of negotiation, a contract spanning three pages was finalized.

There was no doubt—Ye Chen had immense confidence in himself.

But the more confident he was, the happier Klopp felt.

He liked players with confidence and personality.

Of course, as long as they had the ability to back it up.

Ye Chen's base salary was €1 million per year, but if he fulfilled all the contract clauses, his total earnings would exceed €5 million.

But could he achieve all that?

Unless he was God himself!

The three men looked at Ye Chen as if they were watching a joke unfold.

Ye Chen didn't mind—he was just waiting to prove them wrong!

As a professional football club, Borussia Dortmund naturally held a press conference to introduce their new signing.

This time, Dortmund even invited Chinese media representatives stationed in Germany.

Initially, Titan Sports was hesitant to attend.

But after receiving a personal call from Dortmund's CEO Watzke, who hinted at a surprising announcement, they decided to go.

At 3 PM.

Klopp brought Ye Chen to the press conference hall, where only five or six journalists were present. Among them was a young woman with black hair, black eyes, and yellow-toned skin—she was quite beautiful.

Ye Chen immediately noticed her and smiled, but… she didn't seem to look his way.

"Welcome to Dortmund!"

"We are holding this press conference today to introduce a new signing—a 17-year-old talent from Huaxia!"

As soon as the press officer finished speaking, murmurs spread among the journalists.

"A press conference for a 17-year-old?"

"Yeah, what is Klopp playing at?"

"He looks kind of familiar..."

The journalists started chatting among themselves.

But among them, Li Xinran immediately recognized Ye Chen!

Wasn't this the same Ye Chen who had been expelled from the Chinese national team and released by Manchester United?

Why was he now at Dortmund?

What had happened in between?

Klopp smiled and stood up. "Allow me to formally introduce our new signing, a talented striker for Dortmund!"

Ye Chen stood up, and Klopp continued, "His name is Ye Chen, 17 years old, former Manchester United academy player, nationality—Huaxia. Yesterday, he passed our trial and has signed a four-year professional contract with Dortmund's first team!"

The room finally grasped the situation.

"Oh! He's the 'Beckham 2.0' from Manchester United!"

"That incredible goal from midfield—that was his?"

"Dortmund has some serious scouting skills to sign him so quickly!"

"Wait, Klopp, are you saying he's joining the first team, not the U18s or reserves?"

Although there were only a few journalists, the room suddenly became lively.

Klopp nodded. "You heard correctly. Dortmund has already registered him as a first-team player, and he will be in the squad for our next match against Mainz, traveling with the team for the away game."

Mainz was Klopp's former club—the one he had led to promotion to the Bundesliga.

Now, he needed to take three points off his old club; otherwise, Bayern Munich would widen the gap in the title race.

With this announcement, the journalists were stunned.

"He's playing right after signing?"

"Does Klopp rate him that highly?"

"As far as I know, Chinese players generally have weaker abilities. Did you sign him for the Chinese market?"

Several journalists fired off questions.

Klopp gestured for them to calm down. "There aren't many of you here today—ask one by one."

"Let's address the last question first. Did you sign him to tap into the Chinese market?" A blonde-haired, blue-eyed, well-proportioned female journalist from Kicker stood up and asked.

Klopp smiled and turned to Li Xinran from Titan Sports. "You must be the Chinese journalist we invited?"

"Yes, Mr. Klopp," Li Xinran responded in fluent German.

The moment their conversation began, the other journalists had a sudden realization.

No wonder Dortmund signed Ye Chen—it was for the Chinese market!

Confirmed!

The journalists already had their headlines in mind:

"Dortmund Signs Chinese Player to Expand in China!"

"Dortmund's Signing? No—They're Targeting the Chinese Market!"

"Dortmund's First Step in the Far East: Signing a Chinese Player!"

As for who the player actually was…