"What did you say?" Ji Tian's pupils widened in shock.
Zhan Yi, with his stern face, spoke without a smile, "Become our coach at YXC. The preliminaries for the world competition are in February next year. Hua Country has a civil war in November to select three teams to register for the competition. It has always been teams from the Central Continent representing Hua Country, but they lose in the group stage every time. They fix matches; they don't really want to win!"
"But comparatively, our strength is much weaker than theirs. Rest assured, I won't let you suffer any loss..."
Ji Tian: "... Where is your original coach?"
Zhan Yi, expressionless, responded, "Oh, I fired him. I call the shots in this club. If you can lead us to the world competition, how about I give you one million? If we win the championship, how about five million?"
Ji Tian's eyes lit up: "Deal!"
Money, can't miss it!
