"Okay, Mr. President. So far, the German Schuster and the Portuguese Mourinho are in the leading position among all candidates. Of course, in the end who will be the head coach of Real Madrid next season, Mr. President.

You decide.”

"Mourinho? Is he the Chelsea coach who was suppressed by the Chinese for three consecutive seasons? I remember that he was not on the previous candidate list, right?"

Calderon looked at Mijatovic with a half-smile. He was not an old Hutu. There was nothing fishy about this kind of temporary addition and he was still in the lead.

"Well... Mr. President is indeed very discerning. Isn't this the end of the Champions League final? After Chelsea failed to win the championship, Mourinho submitted his resignation. Then his agent heard that we were selecting a new one.

The head coach submitted an application to Mourinho."

"I think, after all, Mourinho is a head coach who has won the Champions League and led Chelsea to the Champions League final again. His coaching ability is quite good, so I added his name to the candidate list."

Mijatovic, who saw through Calderon's tricks at a glance, also felt guilty and quickly tried to make amends for himself.

After all, the benefits Mendes promised him in private were shady.

"Well, what you said makes sense. Mourinho is indeed a good candidate. However, Predrag, if you have anything to report next time, do you understand?"

Calderon didn't really want to argue with Mijatovic about this matter. After all, there are still many of Florentino's old members in the Real Madrid club, and he doesn't have many available people.

But for Mijatovic, proper beating is still essential.

"Okay, Mr. Chairman."

Mijatovic breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Calderon was not going to pursue the case.

"Then...Mr. Chairman, which one do you plan to choose as the new head coach?"

"Predrag, since you brought up Schuster and Mourinho separately, they must have something special about them. Please arrange a time. I would like to meet and communicate with these two separately.

Then we will decide who will be our head coach next season."

"Understood, Mr. Chairman, I will go back and inform them to come to Madrid."

...

London, Crystal Palace Club, Chen Ran's office.

After leaving all the transfer matters to the fat boy Lewis, Chen Ran didn't get a chance to rest.
Chapter completed!