After the two of them sized each other up, it was still Flores who spoke first: “You look very young.”

When William Clark heard this, he thought this interview was going to fall through again, so his tone became less respectful. He replied a bit stiffly, “Ability has nothing to do with age.”

Flores hadn’t expected this young man to be so blunt, but then again, considering this was someone who had dared to beat up a club director twice and even spat at the youth training deputy director, it was only natural for him to speak this way...

He didn’t really mind William Clark’s bluntness; in fact, it had something to do with his own dislike of Real Madrid—otherwise, why would he be so happy to hear about Real Madrid’s embarrassment, and so eager to meet the person who could humiliate Real Madrid face to face?

William Clark knew that Getafe and Real Madrid had a good relationship, but what he didn’t know was that at this time, Getafe’s relationship with Real Madrid wasn’t as close as it would be later.

Because Flores was not a member of the Real Madrid club.

“Quite confident, young man.”

“Have you ever seen someone who doesn’t even have confidence in himself become a coach?” William Clark retorted.

Flores was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing.

This young man was indeed interesting—no wonder he had come to interview him in person.

“I really haven’t,” Flores said with a smile.

“Exactly. If you don’t even have confidence in yourself, how can you make your players believe they can win?” William Clark spread his hands.

Flores still wore a smile on his face, but in his heart, he nodded at William Clark’s words.

Getafe was a small club in the Madrid region, a junior among giants. To survive among big clubs like Real Madrid, Atlético Madrid, and Rayo Vallecano, this kind of spirit of not fearing the powerful was essential.

In William Clark, Flores seemed to see Getafe itself.

You need confidence, and you need the courage to challenge strong opponents.

He had already made up his mind about the outcome of this interview.

But there was still one question he needed to resolve.

“How did you know we needed a head coach for the C team?” he asked.

In fact, Getafe C team, which was also the Getafe youth team, did indeed need a head coach, but the club hadn’t made this information public. They had only entrusted some headhunting companies to help them find suitable candidates. But the headhunters had never recommended anyone suitable. This Chinese man named William Clark wasn’t even on the list of recommendations.

William Clark answered honestly, “I saw it in the newspaper.”

He actually meant the job advertisement in the newspaper.

But Flores understood it differently—as if he had seen it in a news report.

The dismissal of the Getafe youth team’s head coach had been reported in the local news media. This person had simply gotten the necessary information from that news, and then confidently came to recommend himself.

Truly courageous, but not just brave—he was clever, too.

A person with confidence, courage, and brains...

Why not give him a try?

As for ability... since this young man could become the head coach of Real Madrid’s youth team, I think that already says enough.

Flores nodded and smiled at William Clark: “I think you’ve convinced me, young man. Congratulations, you’ve got the job!”

Chapter 8: The Worries of “Mr. Nanguo”

When he heard Flores’s words, William Clark was stunned.

I convinced you?

What did I say that convinced you?

But he still understood that he had passed, though he felt the whole thing was a bit baffling.

“I passed?” he asked, just to be sure.

Flores nodded, smiling: “You passed.”

William Clark sat in his chair and didn’t jump up and cheer, even though this was his last chance after two months of hitting rock bottom. It wasn’t that he was bad at expressing his emotions, but after letting out a sigh of relief, he thought of something even more important.

So instead of celebrating, he directly asked his second question: “Um, Mr. Chairman... could I get an advance on one month’s salary?”

When he saw Flores didn’t agree right away, he hesitated and added, “If not, half a month is fine... or even just a week...”

Then he saw Flores cover his forehead and laugh.

“You really are something else, kid.”

“Huh?”

“You’re the first person I’ve ever seen who, after getting a new job, doesn’t celebrate but asks to borrow money first... Ha! Do you really need money that badly?”

William Clark didn’t feel embarrassed at all. He simply patted his pockets: “I’ve only got forty-five pesetas left.” He pointed to a big backpack and a suitcase by the door. “That’s all I own. If I hadn’t passed, I wouldn’t even have had enough money to get back to Madrid.”

Flores was a bit surprised. He hadn’t expected this supremely confident young man to be in such dire straits. No wonder—he really did look a bit down and out...

“Real Madrid Club is certainly not stingy...”