It's late at night, who's out there~
That makes you so concerned?
Schuster and Francisco were in the office, the table covered with all sorts of materials. Francisco was muttering to himself but didn't slack off with his work. It wasn't until he heard Schuster's mumbling that he turned to Schuster and asked, "Execute what?"
"Plan."
"What plan?" Francisco looked at the smiling Schuster and felt a bit like cursing: "You do know we're working right now, don't you? I just want to finish what I'm doing as soon as possible and get a good rest."
"Alright, alright." Schuster nodded repeatedly, growing more satisfied with Francisco. Although he was always chattering, he still eagerly worked overtime for Real Madrid. Keeping the man in suspense at this time was indeed not very decent: "Didn't I say before that I wanted to limit the players, make them eat at Sports City?"
"Haven't you already made similar requests?"
"Not formal enough, I want to turn it into a rule."
