It was already past seven o 'clock in the evening.
Li Ang frowned and picked up the phone. He checked the number and dialed it.
"Mr. Torres, are there any players left in the B Team locker room?"
"No." Torres, who was in charge of the security of the Maleo Youth Training Base, was a little surprised that the B Team coach would ask this question. "I checked an hour ago. No one is there."
"Then it's fine. Thank you. "Li Ang hung up the phone.
He clenched his fists, loosened them, clenched them, loosened them, and then grinned. No one was there an hour ago? Li Ang was now sure that it was not just an hour. To be exact, it was most likely that the kid went back to the locker room to change his clothes after the training ended and left straight away!
He actually dared to leave just like that?!
Li Ang gritted his teeth. When he thought about how he had foolishly waited for the kid in the office for nearly three hours, he was furious.
Francisco José Parada!
The manager asked him to stay for a talk, but he did not say a word. He ignored him and left straight away.
He was indeed a genius spoiled by Sporting de Gijón.
Obviously, in the eyes of this genius player, the manager was nothing.
Li Ang was furious. This kind of serious challenge to the manager's authority had to be dealt with severely.
Genius?
Had he not seen enough geniuses?
When he was in Real Madrid's under-17 A Team, there were geniuses there. Callejón, Mata, Negredo, Garcia, Della Red. These were all geniuses. However, their discipline was not bad. Even the most unruly Mata was subdued by Li Ang.
There were so many geniuses in Real Madrid who could behave themselves. How could this Francisco José Parada jump around like that when he came to Gijón?! So superior?!
Li Ang thought about it in his head. Among the names of the future famous star players, he did not see the name Francisco José Pallada. Taking a step back, even if it was not a famous star player, even if it was an ordinary player in La Liga, there was no such person!
Then, the reason was simple. The future development of this genius, who was doted on by the entire Xi Hong Arena and had high hopes for him, would be left undecided.
Li Ang admitted that Palada's talent was indeed not bad.
There could be various reasons why such a young player could not make a name for himself in the future. However, this child was spoiled, had low EQ, and was extremely arrogant. This must be one of the reasons.
Blatantly provoking the manager, if this was not a sign of low EQ, then what was?
Li Ang would not use his memory as a basis to measure and judge a player's future, because it would be unfair to the players who were working hard now.
Previously, he had planned to use both kindness and coercion on Palada to subdue this child and focus on nurturing him. It could be seen that he did not have any prejudice.
When he used his memory as a basis to judge, it could only mean one thing: in his heart, he had already sentenced this player to death! At the very least, under Li Ang's command, this person would not have the chance to make a name for himself.
Originally, he did not intend to punish the chicken to warn the monkey. He did not expect the biggest monkey to jump out.
The next day, in the B Team's office, before the start of training.
Li Ang was talking with his two assistants about today's training. The next round of the league tournament was in two days, and now it was necessary to carry out targeted training.
At this time, the office door was pushed open. To be exact, it was kicked open.
A person rushed in and glanced at the three people in the office. Then, he directly ignored the two assistant managers, Fernandez and Paller, and went straight to Li Ang.
"Are you the new manager?"
"Chinese?"
"Do Chinese people know football? What is the club doing? "
"Who are you?" Li Ang asked coldly. This person had directly barged into his office and actually questioned him like this. It was simply inexplicable.
"Quaalegte —" Fernandez opened his mouth to speak.
"It's none of your business." The person waved his hand.
Fernandez and Paller shut their mouths in embarrassment.
Oh ho! Li Ang was surprised. He heard that this person was the Quaalegte that Fernandez and the others had mentioned yesterday. He was still wondering who this person was when he saw that this person was so awesome. With a direct sentence and a gesture, his assistant manager actually did not dare to speak. Very f * cking awesome! Hehe.
Li Ang was still thinking about it, so he didn't speak.
In Mr. Quaalegte's eyes, it was natural that this rookie manager was frightened by his imposing manner. He could not help but feel proud. A small club had its benefits. He had a genius son. He was so arrogant!
That's right. This Quaalegte was the father of the genius youth, Parada. This man's full name was Terstegen Quaalegte José Parada.
At this time, assistant manager Fernandez secretly wrote a sentence on the tactical board.
Li Ang glanced at it. It wrote: Parada's father.
So it was this person.
Li Ang sat in his seat and smiled. He picked up the spoon and gently stirred the coffee.
Fernandez was dumbfounded. He had secretly reminded Li Ang to indicate that this person had a 'big background', meaning that Li Ang should be polite to this person. He did not expect Li Ang to act as if he did not see his hint at all. Instead, he put on airs.
Did he not see his hint? The honest Mr. Fernandez was puzzled.
"Bastard, you actually dared to kick my son yesterday. Do you know how much that leg of his is worth?"
"That's a golden right leg!"
"You bastard! I want you to apologize to my son! "
"You should be glad that I have a good temper today. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind letting you have a taste of my fist."
"Let me tell you, rookie. What you did was wrong. Geniuses should be treated as geniuses should. "
"Ha, of course, in your China, you won't see such geniuses."
"For geniuses, you should cherish them! How can pearls be treated the same as glass? "
"Did you hear that, rookie? Bastard! You must apologize to my son. Otherwise, you can just wait to be fired and get lost! "
Mr. Terstegen Quiarette José Parada roared, his head swollen with arrogance.
Then, the gentleman realized that something was wrong. He was scolding non-stop. This bastard, this rookie manager, this China man, was actually sitting there leisurely and drinking coffee!
Terstegan Quillarette Jose Parada, who had never been treated with such contempt, was about to turn green.
He was about to open his mouth and continue scolding.
Li Ang opened his mouth. He took a sip of coffee and looked at his two assistants. "Who is this guy? Where's the security? How can any random guy sneak in? "
He pointed a finger at Terstegan Quillarette Jose Parada and asked.
PS: Fourth update.
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