"I'm sure you've heard that our team is preparing to restructure and push forward with a younger lineup."
In a corner of the barbecue restaurant, Yang Yang, Florentino, Zidane, Valdano, and Redondo sat around a round table. After-dinner fruit and glasses of water rested on the table as they discussed the team's current situation.
"What I can guarantee you here is that no matter how the team changes, building a competitive team around you will remain the core of my plan and Real Madrid's restructuring plan. If anything in the process makes you uncomfortable, you can bring it up. We can discuss it."
Florentino's attitude was extremely sincere, and his tone was calm. Given his character, Yang Yang believed that he meant every word.
"I believe you, Florentino," Yang Yang replied firmly.
That was the truth. It was precisely this trust that had made Yang Yang give up Barcelona and choose Real Madrid.
If Yang Yang had not trusted Florentino, he would have gone to Barcelona back then instead of coming to the uncertain future of Real Madrid.
He knew Florentino was right, even though the first Galácticos era had encountered problems.
"In fact, you may not know this," Valdano continued from the side. "When we chose Ancelotti, it was because a reform proposal he put forward to help you convinced us. We believed he could help extend the peak of your career, and that proposal required a younger restructuring."
Yang Yang truly had not known this, and he found it somewhat surprising.
Zidane quickly gave Yang Yang a concise account of how Real Madrid had evaluated the candidates for head coach, how Ancelotti had assessed Yang Yang, and how he had planned to help him. Hearing it warmed Yang Yang's heart.
Yang Yang's salary was very high, yet Real