After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 328 - 0172 House of Cards (Subscription Request)_3

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Huang Kaiwen turned his head and asked the young lady, "Did you do this?"

"Mhm."

The young lady nodded generously and admitted, "Judaism doesn’t acknowledge Jesus as the Savior anyway, so it’s logical for them to encourage you to leave Italy."

"No, but..." Huang Kaiwen scratched his head and said, "Doesn’t a German report targeting Jewish people have some issues? How did you convince them?"

"The editor-in-chief of Bild is now off duty. They should be on a plane to South Africa, and there are very few things money can’t do in this world."

The young lady said with a smile.

"Impressive!"

Huang Kaiwen gave a thumbs up and said.

At this very moment, the Apennine Peninsula was at the heart of the storm.

The Milan Sports Newspaper confidently wrote that Huang Kaiwen had been persecuted and was about to leave AC Milan and Italy.

The Turin Sport Report attributed the problem to the Sicilian Mafia and Inter Milan’s witchcraft.

The Corriere dello Sport simply disclosed parts of the deal between Be and Calderon.

Because of the evening news yesterday, fans had been worried all night long.

How could they hold back after seeing this in the morning? Milan fans took to the streets to protest.

The AC Milan’s extreme fan group "South Stand" even ignited fireworks and cars, making the air quality in Milan City worse than on the day of the championship celebration.

The outskirts of the Milanello training base were packed with Milan fans.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t know about the young lady’s arrangements in Italy.

But as soon as he stepped out of the hotel, he was startled by the number of reporters outside.

The hotel entrance was swarming with cameras and reporters.

The moment he appeared, it was like dropping water into a sizzling pan, agitating the crowd.

"Kevin, have you decided to leave AC Milan?"

"Kevin, could you tell us what happened to you in Italy?"

"Did you decide to leave Serie A because witchcraft is popular among Italian coaches?"

"Are you planning to play football in the Middle East?"

"Will you be playing for Bayern Munich?"

...

Huang Kaiwen and the young lady left the hotel around ten o’clock.

By the time they reached Sebener Strasse, it was two in the afternoon.

"Kevin, Barbara, you’ve arrived."

Beckenbauer greeted them warmly, standing up to hug Huang Kaiwen.

"Good afternoon, Franz."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile to the Emperor.

Beckenbauer took Huang Kaiwen’s arm and introduced him, "These three are also World Cup promotion ambassadors. You should recognize them."

"Mr. Bierhoff, Mr. Klinsmann, and Mr. Rummenigge."

Huang Kaiwen nodded and said.

"No need to be so formal, just call me by my name." Klinsmann stood up, smiling, and shook hands with Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen nodded.

Klinsmann seemed quite enthusiastic.

This man would also coach the German team in the future.

If it were Löw instead, Huang Kaiwen wouldn’t even dare to extend his hand.

After exchanging pleasantries with a few German legends, Huang Kaiwen asked, "What do you need me to do? Do I need to stay in Munich for a few days?"

"We need you to join them on television and attend press conferences. I will give you the schedule. You don’t need to stay in Munich; just show up at the Allianz Arena for the opening game," Beckenbauer said.

"Okay, I’ll be there on time."

Rummenigge smiled and said, "Thank you for all you have done for German football. We will remember your friendship."

"I’ve also been paid."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Later, with the schedule in hand, Huang Kaiwen and the young lady changed cars and left Sebener Strasse discreetly.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been easy to shake off the reporters.

Beckenbauer had previously invited him to be an ambassador for the promotion of the World Cup in Germany, and Huang Kaiwen had agreed without a second thought.

Football isn’t about fighting; it’s about connections and human interactions.

Beckenbauer and those German legends possess enormous influence in the world of football.

Now that he was helping the Germans to expand the World Cup’s influence in Asia, when Huang Kaiwen himself runs into trouble at Real Madrid, wouldn’t Beckenbauer and the others stand up for him?

Speaking of trouble,

Huang Kaiwen was still troubled.

He didn’t know when his presentation ceremony was scheduled.

But it was surely before the completion of the system upgrade.

His own skills had improved significantly compared to before,

but there was still a considerable gap from top players.

Juggling the ball at the Bernabeu without the system’s help, he was worried he might make a fool of himself.

He couldn’t have made a grand debut at San Siro and then just casually muddled through at the Bernabeu.

If he did that, the Real Madrid fans might get restless before he even made his first start.

On the last day of May,

there was nothing to do.

Huang Kaiwen and the young lady simply stayed in the hotel,

to avoid a horde of reporters following them as soon as they stepped outside.

"Darling, it seems you brought your camera and sketchpad in vain. We’re unlikely to have leisure time on our trip to Germany," the young lady said as she packed her luggage, looking at Huang Kaiwen’s belongings.

"I didn’t expect it to turn out this way, but is it really okay to disclose the deal between your father and Calderon?" Huang Kaiwen said idly as he switched channels.

Even though the Admiral’s hotel was nice, it was a pity there was no computer or internet. He couldn’t play "Legend" even if he wanted to.

"No worries. In the end, I just wanted to push the responsibility of your departure onto him. It was his problem to begin with. Should you bear the wrath of the fans?" the young lady said resolutely.

"Then he’s probably in trouble," Huang Kaiwen said.

The young lady snorted coldly through her nose and said, "That’s exactly what he deserves."

What more could Huang Kaiwen say?

What’s that saying? Out of sight, but not out of mind!

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