After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football! Chapter 410 - 410 0196 Kevin are you there

410: 0196 Kevin, are you there?

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(Please subscribe)_4 “Co on, guys, raise your glasses and smile.”

Huang Kaiwen clapped his hands and shouted.

Today, players from both Milan clubs were making a friendly appearance, and he had to make the most of it.

When he landed in Asia, all they had to do was broadcast the clip of Kaka holding a cup with a silly smile, and add a voice-over.

“Kevin, you have more and more business ventures, it’s truly enviable,” Maldini said with a smile, sipping his tea.

“Just a small operation.

Money is one of those things—if you don’t earn it and only spend it, you could go bankrupt any day.

One must always prepare for a rainy day,” Huang Kaiwen remarked pensively.

You never know when the economy might start to decline.

You can only make more money when the economy is strong.

Now, the Yellow Ball King, in addition to the young lady, had a net worth of just a few billion, and that was mainly because the e-comrce company was highly valued.

It was all an illusion; if he didn’t earn more, he would face hardships sooner or later.

He also didn’t know when he would be able to turn Be’s modest inheritance into his own wealth.

“I think having enough money to spend is good enough,” Maldini said.

“Old man, aren’t you also in business?” Huang Kaiwen retorted, barely containing his aggravation.

Maldini chuckled and said, “We’re about to have another child at ho, so expenses are high.

Adriana and I want to properly nurture Kevin.”

Huang Kaiwen quickly advised, “Don’t call him Kevin; there don’t seem to be many in Italy with that na.

Why not na him Francesco, Pierre, or sothing like that?”

“It’s because it’s rare that it’s better.

Going out, he won’t have a common na.

Adriana and I both think Kevin is a nice na.”

Huang Kaiwen:…

Damn it.

He felt taken advantage of.

When it ca to having a son, he’d na him Paul.

Huang Paulo didn’t sound very impressive.

Thinking about it made Huang Kaiwen feel even more shortchanged.

Unable to resolve the matter, Huang Kaiwen had no choice but to head to the airport, feeling glum, with the young lady in tow.

One Kevin Maldini is not scary.

Kaka also seed to have the intention of naming his future child Kevin.

Damn!

If they started calling them all Kevin at ho, how could the Yellow Ball King stand it?

He and the young lady had just landed in Madrid and rushed to the vicinity of Bernabeu for a ribbon-cutting.

It was almost non-stop busyness.

Spanish fans were even more enthusiastic.

Huang Kaiwen was nearly overwheld by Real Madrid fans.

Thank goodness his good brother Ramos was there to maintain order and managed to keep the fervent fans from even touching the hem of the Yellow Ball King’s clothes.

“I love you, you love , Kevin ice cream and tea…”

The sound system blasted Zhou Jielun’s new song.

Watching the queue with fans lining up, Huang Kaiwen couldn’t help but feel proud that he, the Yellow Ball King, had finally brought the culture of queueing for milk tea to the citizens of Madrid.

Barcelona.

Ronaldinho appeared at the ribbon-cutting site, along with ssi, Li Changlong, and several youth team players.

It was Albert, the butler, in charge here.

Otherwise, Huang Kaiwen feared he might have collapsed from exhaustion.

After the ribbon-cutting,

The Barcelona players were mobbed and cornered by dia.

“Ronnie, because of Kevin Barça received considerable criticism.

Why are you here?”

Ronaldo grinned and replied, “Kevin and I are good friends.

Even though we play for Real Madrid and Barça, our relationship is still good.

I have nothing to say about match matters.

Football should return to the essence of the ga itself.”

“ssi, recent reports suggest that Rijkaard wants to make you the core of the team by sidelining Ronnie.

Is that true?”

“Why are you here today?”

ssi looked at the journalist with a troubled expression and said, “Ronnie and I get along very well.

There’s no conflict between us.

I’m here because I’m an endorser for Kevin’s tea.

Kevin is an excellent player and a perfect and generous person.

He’s my target on and off the field, and that has nothing to do with him being a Real Madrid player.”

“Li, it’s said you’ve got a new contract.

When do you think you’ll recover from your injury and reappear on the field?”

The translator helped out, “We don’t know yet.

My injury is quite complicated, and the team is ready to consult with specialists.”

Li Changlong was, in fact, the happiest of the lot.

Laporta and Gerard kept boasting about him.

The Barça fans took it for genuine, urging the club to offer him a new contract.

Now his contract was a 3 1 with 350,000 euros a year and a 150,000 euros signing bonus, which was basically hush money.

If he fulfilled the 3-year contract, he’d get a loyalty bonus.

Previously, the need for a translator had been axed, but now he was reassigned one.

Life was clearly getting better bit by bit, wasn’t it?

He’d just stay in the dorm playing video gas most of the ti, making occasional appearances, and could leisurely bide his ti recuperating from his “injury” in Barcelona for a few years before returning ho to Yanjing to buy a house.

Who would’ve thought that soone who was skilled at nothing but video gas could earn 5 million a year?

Indeed, a good background ans everything.

He was grateful to his mother for having a great sister, allowing him to beco Huang Kaiwen’s cousin.

When he bought the house,

Li Changlong planned to set up his cousin’s photo in the living room, lighting incense as an expression of gratitude morning, noon, and night.

…

November 5th.

The match at Real Madrid’s ho ground against Celta Vigo.

Real Madrid had renovated the previous pool, significantly increasing its capacity.

Schumacher, visibly excited, said to Huang Kaiwen, “I’ve always loved football.

I’ve been to two UEFA Champions League finals to watch the ga.

I wanted to buy your auctioned jersey, but I was tied up with sothing at the ti.”

“When you leave later, I’ll give you a jersey,” Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

“I’m a fan of FC Cologne, but I also like players who are good at football,” Schumacher explained as he settled into the pool.

“I understand,” Huang Kaiwen nodded.

Obviously, the impressive player he was referring to was none other than Huang himself.

“I’ve trained with Juventus and even participated in charity football matches.”