"It sounds really exciting. In that case, I don't have to worry about the club not being able to pay the wages of the players and don't have to worry about the chairman telling me before the transfer window, 'Tony, so sorry we are currently in a very poor financial state, so you can only scout for cheap players on the transfer market,' right?" Tang En said as he tried to emulate Old Doughty's tone.
"Of course not," Edward laughed.
"That's great. Don't touch that £8,000,000. Wait for me to use it." Tang En rubbed his hands, as excited as a young kid who had all gotten all of his desired presents during Christmas. The club had been poor for an entire year! He had been watching others feast on meat the whole time, and yet he could not even get a sip of the soup. Now, things were going to be different, and better!
