"Is this the return of Royal Madrid to a great coach?" Li Ang pointed to the door of the office that was close to him.
Rodríguez squinted: "Royal Madrid is still not able to gesticulate, Chinese."
"Who do you think you are?" Candelária interjected.
"I am your uncle!" Li Ang said in a fist to the Candelária evil fiercely in Chinese. Although the latter could not understand Li Ang, it was as scary as a cold wind.
Li Ang turned to look at Rodríguez, "So, my position at Juvenil C, needless to say, definitely not Manager."
"Of course, your job is one of the few assistants of Badaldo Mr.." Rodríguez squinted. "I hope you have a good time."
Looking at Rodríguez's arrogant and self-satisfied look, Li Ang only felt that his heart was panicked. He was not willing and angry.
He is not a fan of the Royal Madrid, but he respects this great club. Although he is not a devout Real Madrid believer like his assistant Banderas Mr., he is also able to be such a great club. Work is proud.
He loves the job.
He works hard.
He works great.
He is full of confidence in his future. He can coach a team in a bigshot like Royal Madrid, even if it is only the youngster A under the age of 17. For him, it is also a brilliant record. No matter where he goes in the future, he is a resume that cannot be ignored.
And this golden light's brilliant resume is also the best reward for the great work that this great club will give him. Both sides are win-win and friendly. They respect each other and pay for each other. He enjoyed the glory of this great Big Football Club and also made his own efforts and talent.
But now, reality gives him a simple slap!
Go to Juvenil C? !
Of course impossible!
Li Ang knows that if he goes there, he is really finished. He is not the manager of Juvenil C. If it is Manager, Li Ang may have a chance to re-emerge, but he is not, he is just Juvenil C's many assistant coaches. One, even his assistant coach should be quoted. Maybe any suggestion he said would not be ignored at all. Who knows that Rodríguez has no other conspiracy arrangements.
If he really went to Juvenil C, the best years, the most prosperous years, will be there.
Li Ang knows that he has two choices now, one is to bow to the knees, to Juvenil C, the other is to resign!
Is it a life, or is it standing dead? !
This is a multiple choice!
Li Ang suddenly had a feeling of sorrow and grief. He was not sad for himself. He was sad for the original Master of the body, the Li Ang, his own blood and soul, because in Li Ang's suit pocket, There is a letter of resignation. There is no date and signature on the resignation letter. As long as the two are signed, they can take effect immediately.
This is part of Li Ang's bitter journey in Europe over the years. He can give everything for the ideal, can suffer any bitterness, can be affected by any tiredness, but there is one that is the final bottom line. When this bottom line is trampled, he will Take the initiative to resign and keep the last dignity. Among them are racial discrimination, the prejudice that the surrounding environment generally has for China, and some unspoken rules that cannot be tolerated. Therefore, Li Ang was not driven out once. He himself resigned on his own initiative. This may be a kind of sorrow, but it is not the final bottom line of one's pride.
He is always straight.
Now, do you have to use it yourself?
A graceful blond woman just happened to cross the corridor, seeing this scene, the sly paused, holding the documents in his hands, and the signature pen fell.
Li Ang took two steps and picked up the pen. She smiled at the blond lady. "Ms. Lily, can you lend me something? There is this." He pointed to the folder.
"Ah–of course–" Ms. Lily grabbed her chest in surprise and looked at Li Ang, not knowing what he was going to do.
Li Ang pulled out the resignation letter from the inside of the suit and folded it.
Holding a folder in one hand, steady, the letter paper is placed on the folder, the other hand is holding the pen, and the brush is written on the signature and date.
Then return the folder and the pen back and smile, "Thank you."
Then, the beautiful and sexy lady Lily saw Li Ang throwing the paper on the face of Rodríguez Mr.
"God…" Ms. Lily grabbed her sexy mouth, and her heart was so powerful that she was so handsome. How did she not feel that this Chinese was so stylish, Ms. Lily clamped her legs and shivered slightly.
Rodríguez Mr., head of the Chamartín Base Youth Base, was completely overwhelmed.
His dogleg Candelária was scared and pale. He is worried about being beaten.
Li Ang didn't beat people. He didn't want to go to the police station because of such people.
"Fuck! You will regret it, grandson!" Li Ang said, he turned and strode away, his middle finger, still standing tall. In the hallway, it was very quiet. Only the Chinese leather shoes slammed on the ground. He walked all the way. On the corridors on both sides of him, Royal Madrid President Florentino Mr. smiled and lifted the photo of the big ear cup, watching all of these...
Is it a life, or is it standing dead? !
This is a multiple choice!
Standing dead? !
Ha, why stand still? I, Your Father must stand to die? !
Who is stipulated? !
I, Your Father stands like this!
Keep your head up!
Straight up the waist!