Self-Inflicted Misery

"Madrid is in a very good situation right now."

At Yang Yang's home in Liverpool, Raiola, who had just returned from Madrid, Spain, happily told Yang Yang about his trip. Judging by his appearance, he had gained quite a lot from it.

"Calderon is out, and Real Madrid is conducting an internal investigation. Those corrupt parasites from before have nowhere left to hide."

At this, Raiola shook his head and sneered. "You have no idea. What the media has exposed is only the tip of the iceberg. The truth inside is far darker than anything revealed publicly. Calderon is destined never to recover for the rest of his life. He probably won't even be able to work as a lawyer anymore."

Yang Yang could not bring himself to smile after hearing that, because the club he was about to join was Real Madrid.

A powerhouse club—this seemingly glamorous title concealed countless hidden blades and dangers.

In European football, powerhouse clubs were much like the great aristocratic families of ancient China. They were hardly peaceful places.

That was also why Yang Yang had refused to have anything to do with Calderon, no matter what. From the very beginning, he had known that this man simply lacked the ability to run Real Madrid well, and Raiola had always supported him in that regard.

"You met Florentino this time?" Yang Yang asked.

Raiola nodded. "I did. We had a meal in secret."

"He's been keeping a very low profile lately. He hasn't even been going to the company and has just been hiding at home. His wife also fell seriously ill last December, so he's kept himself secluded for quite some time."

Yang Yang understood. At Florentino's level, there were many things he did not need to handle personally. There were plenty of