Then he began to tell this complete stranger, the old beggar, the story of his Brother.

It truly was a legendary epic of chasing dreams...

Chapter Seven: A New Job Opportunity

"You hit him?" The old beggar's eyes widened as he looked at William Clark, his question interrupting William Clark's story.

"Yes, twice!" William Clark held up two fingers.

"Don't regret it?"

"Why should I regret it?" William Clark was baffled.

"Because it made you lose your job, and now you're about as down and out as I am." The old beggar looked William Clark up and down.

Two months of wandering had left William Clark looking much more disheveled than the average tourist.

During these two months, he really hadn't had the energy to tidy himself up. His hair and beard had grown long, and combined with his weary spirit, his appearance was truly a sorry sight.

But William Clark scoffed at the idea of regret: "That jerk kept meddling in my work, and even cursed me out in front of all those players. If I hadn't hit him, I wouldn't be a man! And how would I keep my reputation, how would I lead the team?"

The old beggar let out an "oh," then gestured for William Clark to continue.

So William Clark went on to talk about being rejected by Atlético Madrid, and then spending two months traveling all over Spain.

If the previous eight years had been an epic of his Brother pursuing his dreams, then these two months were William Clark's own legend of chasing his dreams. During these two months, he had faced countless rejections, endured many cold stares and ridicule, but he persevered, never giving up halfway or quitting in the middle. He gritted his teeth and pushed on to the very end, until he was completely out of resources.

He could hold his head high and proudly say that he truly fought until the very last moment.

But William Clark didn't say that, because to him, as long as he hadn't found a job, even if he died fighting, it wouldn't be something to be proud of. His Brother hadn't died on the road to his dreams, and neither could he.

Then, William Clark talked about today.

"You still haven't found a job by now. What will you do if you still can't find one?" the old beggar asked him.

"Uh... When you came, I was just considering whether I should find a dishwashing job or something, save up some money, and then keep looking."

That was really the only option left.

"But that might gradually take you further away from your dream," the old beggar said.

William Clark chuckled: "I've dug for food in trash cans, slept on the side of the road—back then, I never gave up on chasing my dreams, so I definitely won't now!"

He said this with great pride, even though he hadn't done those things himself, but his Brother had, and he was just as proud.

Because that was his Brother, and because he had inherited his Brother's dream.

"Your dream is to become the head coach of a professional team?" the old beggar asked.

William Clark shook his head: "No, to be the top head coach!"

Hearing William Clark's words, the old beggar nodded, then stuffed the last piece of bread into his mouth.

He closed his eyes and chewed with great enjoyment before swallowing. Just by looking at his expression, you might think he had just tasted the most delicious food in the world.

Then he opened his eyes again and said to William Clark, "Young man, thank you for your hospitality. You see, I'm a beggar, so I'm sorry I can't give you a large sum of money so you don't have to worry about making a living and can focus on your dreams. I'm not the president of Real Madrid or Barcelona either, so I can't get you into a top club and let you soar to the top in one step. But I still want to thank you, so consider this my payment for the meal." With that, he stood up and reached out his hand to William Clark.

William Clark stood up as well and shook the old beggar's hand. "Don't mention it. Out of all these people, you found me, so I guess it's fate."

The old beggar laughed: "Yes, out of so many people, I found you. It really is fate!"

He gripped William Clark's hand a little tighter as he spoke.

After letting go, he lifted his shirt and pulled a newspaper from the waistband at the back of his pants. "Let me give you a newspaper as a final gift. If you're looking for a job, I think this has the most listings."

He was right—newspapers always have all kinds of job ads. William Clark had planned to buy a newspaper anyway, so now he didn't have to, saving some money. So he took the newspaper without hesitation. "Then I won't be polite!"

The old beggar watched William Clark take the newspaper with a big smile, then waved goodbye to him.

"Goodbye, young man."

"Goodbye, old man."

William Clark waved, watching the old beggar stroll into the crowd, quickly disappearing into the throng of people.

Then he looked down at the newspaper in his hand.

It was today's edition of El País, Spain's leading newspaper and the country's number one in circulation. If William Clark had bought it himself, it would have cost him a third of all the money he had left.

From that perspective, the old beggar had really done him a big favor.

William Clark opened the newspaper, flipped through a few pages, and finally found the classifieds section.