After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 331 - 0173 A Tale of Two Cities (Subscription Request)_2

"Real Madrid offers higher salaries,"

"But Barcelona can win championships,"

Huang Kaiwen found their argument amusing.

These two guys would both end up playing for Milan in the future, still thinking about poaching players; after transferring to Milan, they’d have to live by his whim.

"Let me introduce you to the others,"

Kaka said, watching the two unreliable star teammates argue.

"No need, I basically know everyone,"

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

This Brazilian team alone had several teammates, and the rest were mostly opponents he had met on the field.

There were a few he hadn’t encountered in matches, but Huang Kaiwen recognized them too.

Like Fred, a forward born in ’83, who played for Lyon and was called the worst number 9 in Brazilian history before Eliano took on that title.

After Ronaldo, Brazil went a long time without a decent number 9.

Central defender Max Kruse, also played for Lyon.

There was also Benfica’s Luisao and Leverkusen’s Juan Santos.

Besides these few, the rest of the Brazilian players were all very famous, mainly mainstays in top clubs.

Upon seeing Huang Kaiwen, the Brazilian players all took the initiative to greet him.

Huang Kaiwen was not only recognized by Pelé.

The big stars in the Brazil national team also acknowledged his skills.

In key matches, Huang Kaiwen’s performance was outstanding.

It was only because of his limited appearances that it was difficult to judge the true value of his seasonal statistics.

But no Brazilian player underestimated Huang Kaiwen.

When they heard Huang Kaiwen call out their names, many were flattered.

When leaving,

Huang Kaiwen took several signed jerseys with him.

All were given by Brazilian stars voluntarily; they wouldn’t be happy if he didn’t accept.

The less famous ones were too embarrassed to offer their jerseys to Huang Kaiwen.

Taking the jerseys back to the hotel,

Huang Kaiwen then took a whole bunch of family members to Allianz Arena.

In addition to Ma’s wife and two kids, there were Kaka’s girlfriend Beatrice, Gattuso’s wife and daughter, and a bunch of the Italy national team’s WAGs members.

It was lucky that the young mistress had reserved a box beforehand.

Otherwise, bringing such a group of Italian soccer stars’ families to sit with Beckenbauer and other German legends at the opening match would have felt quite odd.

Young Master, however, couldn’t be persuaded by Huang Kaiwen and insisted on watching the match together with him.

Huang Kaiwen could only sit with Young Master and Beckenbauer.

In such circumstances, someone had to give up their seat; World Cup tickets were in high demand, and even the organizers’ spare tickets weren’t nearby.

The match hadn’t even started yet.

"Interested in playing for Bayern?" Hoeness asked Huang Kaiwen.

He wasn’t at all embarrassed about criticizing Huang Kaiwen and AC Milan in the newspapers before.

"If Bayern is willing to pay enough transfer fees, I won’t refuse,"

Huang Kaiwen said with a laugh.

Just talking nonsense; who couldn’t do that.

What’s the current Euro worth, would Bayern really be willing to spend ten or eight euros on a person?

"Cough cough, it’s starting, let’s kick off,"

The Emperor tried to steer the conversation, asking Huang Kaiwen, "Do you think the German team can win today?"

"Of course, Germany’s quite strong,"

Huang Kaiwen nodded.

He remembered that Germany had been performing well during this period.

"Then let’s guess who will score?"

Hoeness pulled out a bill and said.

"Count me in,"

Beckenbauer passed a bill over and said, "Kevin is our guest, let Kevin go first."

"What are the rules?"

Huang Kaiwen asked.

Europeans really do enjoy gambling, even betting.

"Say a name, whoever guesses the goal scorer wins; if all of our chosen players score, then it’s whoever’s player scores more goals," Hoeness said.

"All right, then I’ll take Klose,"

Huang Kaiwen handed over 100 euros and said.

"I wanted to say him too, so I’ll take Podolski," Hoeness said.

"I guess Schneider,"

As the director’s camera turned to the stands,

"Hehe, Huang Kaiwen, Beckenbauer, and Hoeness are sitting together. He previously became an ambassador for the World Cup in Germany and is watching the opening game at the venue today,"

Zhang chuckled as he spoke.

It’s quite a coincidence.

That friendly match Huang Kaiwen stormed into at Hongkou Stadium was even commentated by him.

Zhang never imagined that one day Huang Kaiwen would be able to sit down and chat happily with Beckenbauer.

"There’s been a lot of buzz about Huang Kaiwen’s transfer recently, but the specifics are unclear," Huang Jianxiang said, worried.

"A lot of that news is probably fake... wow, Lahm, 6th minute, Philipp Lahm scores the first goal for the German team, the hosts off to a flying start."

The forums are exploding.

But nobody is discussing the German team’s goal.

"Shit, is Huang Kaiwen being threatened or what? I’m really worried seeing those messages."

"Doesn’t seem like it, look how happily Huang Kaiwen and Beckenbauer are chatting, doesn’t look like he’s been threatened at all."

"Idiot, haven’t you seen the live text broadcast on the sports forum just now? Huang Kaiwen himself confirmed he’s leaving AC Milan, and the reason cannot be disclosed."

"Holy shit, for real? Does the Rothschild family have that much clout? 50 trillion?"

"Jewish people being rich doesn’t mean they like spending money, they’d rather split a penny in two to use it, I think Huang Kaiwen is probably going to play soccer in the Middle East."

"No way, Huang Kaiwen’s still in his prime."

"Fuck, a hundred million Euros a year salary, plus they’re giving him planes and cannons, you think you could refuse? Play for one year and it’s like playing for 20 years at AC Milan."

"Is it more like 16 years, bro, if you can’t do the math, just round it up."

"Anyway, that’s the idea, I’d go to Saudi Arabia too, play for a decade, earn over ten billion, you couldn’t spend it all in a lifetime."

"Don’t jump to conclusions so soon, I don’t think Huang Kaiwen is that kind of person, let’s wait until the dust settles to discuss this."

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Brazil National Team headquarters.

Most players are watching the opening match.

While his teammates are distracted, Ronaldinho heads back to his room to call Laporta and says, "Kevin came to the Brazil headquarters earlier and personally admitted that he’s leaving AC Milan; I think he could be a great improvement for Barcelona."

"Good, that’s very useful information," says Laporta.

"Kevin was chatting with Kaka and mentioned that his cousin is a great soccer player; this might help you," Ronaldinho adds.

"Indeed, that’s very helpful, got it," Laporta responds.

After chatting casually for a bit more, they hang up.

Originally, Laporta’s campaign promise was to bring Beckham to Camp Nou; he failed, and Ronaldinho was only plan B.

This plan also influenced Ferguson’s recruitment, leading him to snatch up a young cycling talent from Sporting Lisbon.

Last season, Ronaldinho performed well, scoring 26 goals and providing 21 assists across all competitions.

But Laporta is still not satisfied with Ronaldinho.

Not to mention Ronaldinho’s frequent night club visits.

More outrageous was that in the middle of the season, a love child was born.

The child’s mother was a Brazilian dancer.

For the sake of the team’s stability, Laporta had no choice but to clean up Ronaldinho’s mess.

Ever since the Italian media began exposing Huang Kaiwen’s possible transfer,

Laporta was intrigued.

Huang Kaiwen and Ronaldinho play the same position?

Even better!

It was the perfect opportunity to get rid of the troublemaker Ronaldinho.

Now with information from Ronaldinho,

Laporta couldn’t help but smirk.

Little did you know,

the person you recommended is exactly the one we plan to use to replace you.

Laporta quickly instructed his people to go to the Imperial Capital to look for Huang Kaiwen’s cousin.

He also planned to fly to Germany to meet Huang Kaiwen himself.

If Huang Kaiwen’s cousin is as good as they say, signing him would be a pleasant surprise.

Even if he’s not great at soccer, it doesn’t matter.

AC Milan could sign Kaka’s brother,

Barça could just as well sign Huang Kaiwen’s cousin.

Laporta feels that signing a player that can single-handedly defeat a final opponent is worth signing their whole family to Barça, as long as that player does not come from Africa.

Madrid Airport.

In his fine hand-made suit, Calderon beams at Florentino, "Perez, no need to worry, I’ll handle everything, Real Madrid is about to enter a new era."

"I trust you, but are you sure you don’t need me to go with you? I’ve been president of Real Madrid for a few years and have a lot of experience in this area," Florentino says, concerned.

"Relax, I need to stand on my own feet sooner or later, can’t always rely on you for help," Calderon says, touching his shiny bald head with a smile.

"If you insist, then I’ll be off, if there are any issues, feel free to call me," Florentino advises.

"Today I’ll secure Kevin in Germany, and then I’m bound to win the election, Real Madrid will welcome another glorious era, perhaps the Bernabeu will be renamed to Vicente Calderon Stadium in the future," Calderon says with full confidence.

Florentino doesn’t say much more, but the uneasiness in his heart has not diminished at all. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

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