After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football! Chapter 195 - 195 0130 Ballon d'Or Snatches the Golden Priso

195: 0130 Ballon d’Or Snatches the Golden Prison Award (Seeking Subscriptions)_3 195: 0130 Ballon d’Or Snatches the Golden Prison Award (Seeking Subscriptions)_3 Huang Kaiwen shook his head with a smile.

Sheva didn’t understand one principle.

That is, interesting souls are liked by everyone regardless of gender.

Children are no exception.

So people clearly give playful commands to others while slacking off themselves, yet they are loved by everyone.

Others work hard without many rembering them.

“Her na is Gloria Waters, from Arica, the future big star!” Huang Kaiwen introduced.

“Hello.”

Kaka greeted with a smile.

Sheva nodded along but was still waiting to see the drama unfold.

But that evening, when the won returned to the hotel.

Barbara, chatting happily with Gloria’s arm in hers, made Shevchenko look dumbfounded.

He couldn’t understand what was happening at all.

What made him stare in disbelief was…

The three of them went back to the room together.

…

When they got up in the morning.

There was nothing awkward.

The lady went to freshen up, while Gloria stared at Huang Kaiwen and said, “Don’t lose the photos.”

“Don’t worry, I just admire them occasionally,”

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Even when fixing computers, he knew to take out the hard drive beforehand.

Although he admired Teacher Chen, he didn’t want to beco Teacher Huang.

Huang Kaiwen just wanted to preserve beautiful monts.

This was a pursuit of art.

Gloria nodded, waiting to go freshen up.

As for taking photos, the girl was still quite accepting of it.

But she didn’t expect Teacher Huang to have so many tricks.

Before, she only knew cell phones could make calls, send ssages, or at most browse the internet.

Now, just hearing about cell phones made her blush.

Luckily, the phones are much smaller now.

Early phones were those big, heavy, black ones.

…

At lunchti.

Gloria had already left.

The lady teasingly asked, “Don’t you miss her?”

“If it’s ant to be, we will naturally et again, and besides, aren’t you two closer?” Huang Kaiwen raised an eyebrow.

The lady’s face turned red.

She had impulsively listened to him again.

This troublemaker.

After lunch, everyone chatted for a while and then went back to prepare.

Though the award ceremony wasn’t until 6 pm.

No one attending such an event took it lightly.

Especially the won.

Huang Kaiwen and Kaka played gas for a while.

Then they changed clothes.

The group arrived at Cardin Square on Champs-Elysées just after 4 pm.

This year’s Ballon d’Or was being held here.

Huang Kaiwen saw many big nas from the soccer world.

Seeing Sir Ferguson looking his way, Huang Kaiwen quickened his pace to greet him.

“You’re a fine young man; I even don’t know how to describe you.

George ntioned before that you and he are similar,” Sir Ferguson said.

“I’m very sorry, George Best was a great player.”

A few days ago, Huang Kaiwen saw the news of George Best’s death.

“Never mind, everyone has their day.” Sir Ferguson shook his head and patted Huang Kaiwen on the shoulder, “How about coming to Manchester United to play?

You could beco the greatest player, like George, Denis, Bobby, and have your own statue outside the Theatre of Dreams.”

“Forget it, Sir,” Huang Kai looked at Barbara and said, “My girlfriend is the future president of Milan; it’s not nice to poach in front of her.”

“Hahaha, my bad, if you face Arsenal, make sure to hit them hard,”

Sir Ferguson said with a wink.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t dare respond.

Because Wenger had already co over, and it was clear Sir Ferguson was taking a dig at him.

“Kevin, with your style, you shouldn’t go to a team as rough as Manchester United,” Wenger squeezed in and said.

Huang Kaiwen just realized Wagner was a bit taller than him,

probably over 1.9 ters.

But such a tall man still managed to convey a genteel and amiable impression, which was indeed wondrous.

Ferguson said, “Kevin, a net salary of 6 million Euros, Mr.

Artist!”

Wenger coughed, almost choked by his saliva.

These two legendary managers.

Ever since Wenger landed in the Premier League and complained about the schedule, Ferguson mockingly said Wenger didn’t understand English football, and their feud had begun.

From being completely incompatible at first, to later having a drink together after the gas, and then back to quarreling in the newspapers,

their relationship ended with Sir Ferguson’s retirent.

Huang Kaiwen and the lady watched the two old n spar verbally, which felt quite interesting.

“Isn’t this today’s main character?”

Real Madrid’s president Florentino, along with the legend Di Stefano, walked over, and Ferguson and Wenger tactfully left.

“Hello, Mr.

Perez,” Barbara greeted first.

Florentino nodded and said, “Send my regards to your father.”

“I will pass them along.”

Florentino, wearing gold-rimd glasses, looked at Huang Kaiwen and said, “You deserve the best club; consider joining Real Madrid to play with Ronaldo, Raul, Beckham, Zidane, Casillas…

Kevin, wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

“The future is for the future Kevin to decide; I don’t plan to leave Milan right now,”

Huang Kaiwen said.

He didn’t outright refuse.

After all, Real Madrid was a major spender.

Manchester United and Arsenal couldn’t offer a high salary right now.

If Florentino could really offer a salary as high as Bale’s, he, Huang, wouldn’t mind playing golf for a few years,

considering it working abroad.

Milan would eventually belong to the lady.

Even if his salary in Milan were high, it was only from one hand to the other.

Better to swindle so money from Real Madrid.

Of course, it was all just a thought.

It wouldn’t be easy to tempt him, Huang, out of retirent without a big offer.

“Let know if you change your mind.”