"..."
Tang Ye needed some time to think.
Because what Escribá had done was a little too outrageous, and the worst part was that Tang Ye himself had only just found out.
He closed the file, gently pushed it back into place, then sat in his chair in a daze, waiting for Escribá to arrive.
"Hey, Tom."
Escribá waved at Tang Ye. "You saw what was on the computer, right? I think we'd better win all our league matches this month, because we still have Chelsea and Juventus in November. The pressure will be huge by then."
Escribá sat down in the chair opposite the desk, leaving the inner seat for Tang Ye. "You can take another look, and then..."
The Borussia Dortmund manager suddenly fell silent because he caught sight of the file on the desk out of the corner of his eye.
After chatting with him, Mati had not put the file back in the drawer.
"This..."
Escribá looked into Tang Ye's eyes, while Tang Ye silently looked back at him. Their gazes met.
Escribá said nothing. One look at Tang Ye's expression told him that Tang Ye had already read what was inside.
"This, actually..."
"I'm not talking about that. Um, Mr. Ferran, I don't really know what to say right now."
Tang Ye was a little flustered too.
On one hand, he was furious because Escribá had chosen to hide this from him.
On the other hand, he felt guilty because he believed Ferran had done too much for him.
"You really didn't need to do this. The gamble you're taking is too big."
Tang Ye shook his head. "Terminating the contract without a buyout clause, plus a year's salary... you'd lose at least fifteen million euros altogether, right?"
"Um... probably more than that."
After thinking