In the afternoon, Shanghai.
The boss of the FV Club, Wu Yue, was raging in his office.
"Ding Gan's group is too much!"
"His own team was torn down, so he came to tear down my team?"
"They even worked together to put pressure on a small club that is not strong enough to be easily controlled by them?"
"Zhao Xuming, that b*stard was also pushing it. Disgusting!"
Manager Lu of the FV Club also felt indignant. "Boss Wu, these people are birds of a feather!"
"Zhao Xuming and Ding Gan are obviously in cahoots."
"They said that they were going to fight for a spot in the qualifiers for the international competition, but what are they going to fight for? The team has basically been decided internally after the selection!"