Wan Sheng didn't know that Ferguson had been here.

In the game just now, Manchester United Juniors finally defeated their opponent two to zero, so Wan Sheng was in a good mood. When the staff said that McGuinness asked him to go to the office, he walked over leisurely with a small song.

McGuinness? Is that guy who interviewed him? Could it be that he saw today's game and felt that his coaching results were good, so he would give himself a raise.

Wan Sheng thought happily.

But when he walked into McGuinness's office and saw what was on the table, he was completely in a good mood.

That was a few bills and a stack of information.

If the memory is not wrong, then the stack of information is your own resume, identity proof materials and other related things.

Just money, that means you have to pay yourself a salary; just identity proof materials, that is just asking about relevant matters, maybe it may be a promotion.

But putting the two together can only mean dismissal.

The office atmosphere was in awkward.

McGuinness looked at Wan Sheng, pointed his finger at the table, and finally spoke, "Wan Sheng, after this week's investigation, you do not meet the requirements of Manchester United club for the youth team coach, so, sorry." His face was full of apology, as if he was full of regret for dismissing Wan Sheng.

"Why?" Wan Sheng was hard to accept, "Is my team not good in leading the team? My team just defeated the North District Youth Team 2-0. As far as I know, the two teams fought last month, and the North District Youth Team won us."

McGuinness shrugged, "I don't know either, it's Mr. Ferguson's meaning."

"Mr. Ferguson?" Wan Sheng was stunned. He knew that it was Manchester United's NO.1 and Manchester United's legendary coach. Manchester United's ability to become the overlord in the Premier League has a lot to do with Ferguson's coach. It is precisely because of this that he can hardly imagine that he can have something to do with Ferguson in coaching a junior team?

He stared at McGuinness suspiciously and asked, "Is it really because of this?"

"Yes, that's right." McGuinness affirmed.

"Really?" Wansheng confirmed again.

For some reason, under Wan Sheng's stare, McGuinness suddenly felt a little panicked. He hesitated and affirmed again, "Yes, Mr. Ferguson asked me to do this." He felt that there would be no problem in pushing everything to Ferguson. Wan Sheng could not question Ferguson, let alone questioning, it was very difficult for him to see Ferguson.

Wan Sheng was in the low-level society in his previous life. He could see McGuinness’s guilt at a glance, and he had an answer in his heart, "It's you!"

"How could it be?" McGuinness was a little panicked.

Under Wan Sheng's stare, he finally couldn't help but stand up and admitted frankly, "So what if it's me? I'm in charge of Manchester United's youth training. I have the right to fire you."

"But why?"

"No, why!" McGuinness pointed to the information on the table and said, "You know very well how you scored the team a week ago! I haven't even had time to read your resume yet!"

"But I did nothing wrong."

"So what?" McGuinness walked to Wansheng and pointed at his feet and said, "Do you know where this is? This is Manchester United, the great Manchester United club. Do you think anyone can come here? If it is a normal interview, I will refuse directly when I see you."

"…?" Wan Sheng listened.

"Look at you, you are a yellow man, right?" McGuinness looked proud. "I don't have racism, but can Asians play football? What famous players have ever been produced in Asia? Coach? No, no, nothing, I can't think of it! And you are so young, I don't think you have any ability to find a coaching job at Manchester United club. Do you understand?"

Wan Sheng stared at McGuinness and gritted his teeth.

"Don't look at me like that, young man." McGuinness walked to the table, picked up a cigarette and took a sip, then turned around and said proudly, "You know what I'm talking about. You should play football more than be a coach at your age. Not everyone can come to Manchester United club. If you weren't naive, you should have known that you would have been fired."

McGuinness picked up the materials and banknotes on the table and put them in Wan Sheng's hand, "Have it, four hundred pounds, Manchester United club will not deduct your salary."

Wan Sheng held the information and banknotes hard, and the blue veins on the back of his hand were stretched out.

But he held back.

He stared at McGuinness and said word by word, "Thank you for letting me understand this, but I'm sure you will regret it!"

McGuinness shrugged disapprovingly and glanced at Wan Sheng with disdain, "What are you still here for? You were fired. You are not a member of Manchester United club now. So, you are not welcome here." He also made a gesture of invitation.

Wansheng looked at McGuinness and nodded vigorously, "I said you will regret it."

After saying that, he turned around and left the office.

Walking out of the office building, Wan Sheng felt extremely frustrated. He was thinking about his football coaching career, but he didn't expect to get this result. Thinking about McGuinness's face just now, he had the urge to punch him.

He turned his head and looked at the office window again, and saw McGuinness standing in front of the window, as if he was afraid that he would not leave.

Wansheng reached out his finger and shouted, "I said, you will regret it!"

McGuinness still shrugged.

Wan Sheng shook his head and turned around and walked out of the Carrington training base. From this moment on, he was a person who had no job.

Standing in front of the Carrington training base, Wan Sheng was a little confused. He didn't know where he should go. This week he was staying in a small hotel and had not had time to find a house in Manchester.

Are you leaving now?

Wan Sheng thought blankly, but before making the decision, he was still waiting in front of the training base. Half an hour later, he waited for the goal he had to wait - a middle-aged man who walked out of the Carrington training base, held his camera on his back, and bowed his head and silently recited the text materials in his hand.

Wan Sheng greeted him and said hello, "Hey, hello."

"Hello?" The middle-aged man was a little confused. He didn't know Wansheng.

Wan Sheng didn't care. He took out his brick phone, opened the photo file, looked at the middle-aged man, and asked with a smile, "How is it? Are you interested in this?"

The middle-aged man was stunned, "Is this...McGinness?"

Wan Sheng nodded, "How about five hundred pounds?"

The middle-aged man thought about it and said, "I want to make sure that the woman is not his wife?"

"certainly."

Wan Sheng looked at him again, and the middle-aged man finally made a decision, "Five hundred pounds is still a bit expensive, three hundred pounds?"

Wan Sheng shook his head, "Four hundred pounds, otherwise there will be no talk."

"make a deal."

The two happily made a deal.

Looking at the middle-aged man's back as he left excitedly, Wan Sheng could imagine what would happen tomorrow. If there was a dispute in McGuinness's family, then he would not be of great help to McGuinness's wife, which would definitely allow her to get more property.

Well, being helpful has always been what Wansheng likes to do.
Chapter completed!