"Tony? Tony?" Evan's voice sounded out.
"Ah? Evan? What's the matter…" Tang En, who was jolted into awareness, saw Evan smiling at him mysteriously.
"Do you still remember the present you gave us last Christmas? The concept of a player database?"
Tang En nodded. At the mention of that, he became furious. The American company had made a product that was completely incompatible with his demands. He had known at one glance that it was created by someone who had no understanding of football. After a period of trial usage, he had tried to get them to revise the program, but the result of the revision still failed to satisfy him. At that point, he had simply terminated the partnership with them and temporarily shelved the plans.
"We know that the previous one was terrible… So Allan went searching again and found a company. They promised to make us a data system."
"Do they have any proof of their competence?" asked Tang En.
