"Are you crazy?"
At Zidane's home in Madrid, the Real Madrid head coach leaped from his seat in shock after hearing what Yang Yang had said, staring at his close friend in disbelief.
He knew Yang Yang regarded him as his best friend, which was why he had brought such a secret matter to him for discussion, but...
"I can't understand it. I don't even think it's the sort of idea a sensible person should have." Zidane still found it hard to believe.
Yang Yang smiled bitterly and sighed. "Maybe you've always been mistaken. I'm not smart."
"Don't joke around at a time like this." Zidane's reminder was stern. He was fifteen or sixteen years older than Yang Yang, and he thought things through more maturely. He was afraid Yang Yang was acting on impulse and would make a decision he would regret for the rest of his life.
Yang Yang nodded. "I'm not joking."
"Then I really don't understand. How old are you? You'll only turn thirty-one at the end of October. Just as Pintus said before, with your current ability and performances, along with your training level and quality, as long as you maintain them, you'll have no problem playing until you're thirty-five, thirty-eight, or even forty."
"But look at you now. Your plan to invest in Ajax was one thing; you can afford to spare that money anyway. But you actually want to go to Ajax? If that isn't madness, what is? With your ability, whichever giant you transferred to, they'd be begging you to join them. What would you go to Ajax for? To retire?"
Zidane was too agitated to sit still. He pointed forcefully at Yang Yang, as if he wanted to scold some sense into him.
"Yang, you've always been a rational and intelligent