Getting a positive response from his assistant, Mansour returned to the lounger where he had been sunbathing and lazily replied, "Do it then. I'll wait for you."

...

Later that day, Dortmund president Raubal had just had dinner with his wife, went to his study, ready to read a book, an unmarked international call, on his mobile phone.

Glanced in the mobile phone display on at sixes and sevens, spelled hesitate for a moment, or choose to pick up, after all he is the mobile phone, is his private number, telecommunication authority there will also be automatically blocked almost all harassing phone calls, is so people can come in at the moment, basically not his friend, and at the same time, a peer and his identity, this call, still can't miss it.

"Hello, President Raubar, I'm Sheikh Mansour bin Zayed Al Nahyan. Well, in case you don't know me, let me briefly introduce myself. I am many things, but the one closest to you is the chairman of Manchester City Football Club."

After hearing the fluent English on the other end of the phone, and briefly reflecting who the other party was and what the other party was trying to do, Raubar immediately rebuffed him by saying, "Sorry, Prince Mansour, MU is not for sale, no matter how much you offer, we will not sell it."