After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 334 - 0174 Dragon Phoenix Match (Subscription Request)_3

Seeing Huang Kaiwen, Calderon took the initiative to stand up and said, "Kevin, I’ve been looking forward to meeting you."

"Hello, Mr. Calderon."

Huang Kaiwen shook hands and nodded as he spoke.

"No need to be so formal, just call me Ramon," Calderon said with a smile. "We’ll be working together for a long time, and I hope we can become friends."

"That would be great, I love making friends."

Huang Kaiwen said with a radiant smile.

Especially friends who are willing to pay him more money.

"I’ve been talking with Miss Berlusconi for several days. She’s quite tough, and I think making some concessions will make things go smoother. Real Madrid has many Brazilian players, and you’ll get along well with them," Calderon said.

Huang Kaiwen smiled and said, "I think so too, I know quite a few Real Madrid players."

"So, can you convince your girlfriend then?" Calderon asked with a hopeful look.

"Sorry, I can’t. We agreed that she would handle this matter," Huang Kaiwen said, his smile unchanged.

What was he thinking?

He, Huang, persuading the lady to lower his salary? He wouldn’t be able to do that in ten years without a brain thrombosis.

If you’ve made a statement on TV, just sit tight and wait to be fleeced, don’t think too much about it.

Calderon chuckled bitterly, "You young people are really something else. I feel like I can’t keep up with the times anymore."

"Don’t say that, Ramon, I think you’ll be a great president," Huang Kaiwen said as he raised his coffee cup with a smile, "To the great president."

"To the great president."

...

There was no progress after their meeting, but Calderon was quite happy. Huang Kaiwen thoroughly trusted the young lady’s judgment—this man indeed loved to hear praises and achievements.

This is Huang’s professional forte; he’s best at flattering others.

Back in his room, Huang Kaiwen could already visualize how enjoyable his life in Madrid would be in the next few years.

After dinner.

Huang Kaiwen and the young lady eased their longing for each other from the past few days before falling soundly asleep.

Early in the morning, the young lady woke him up.

Huang Kaiwen felt.

That his sleep had reduced significantly after the season ended.

Huang Kaiwen sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes, and asked, "What time is it?"

"7:20."

"Isn’t the autograph session at ten in the morning?"

Huang Kaiwen protested.

"Yes, but you should get up and start getting ready, my dear," the young lady said as she leaned over, kissed Huang Kaiwen’s forehead, and smiled.

"Alright, alright, I didn’t even know an autograph session needed preparation. Do I need to review the opponent’s playing habits first?"

Huang Kaiwen got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom, muttering to himself.

"There will be a lot of media today, so you need to style up beforehand," the young lady continued with a smile, "I expect a lot of book fans, so I’ve also hired quite a few security guards."

"Fans, football fans," Huang Kaiwen said indistinctly while brushing his teeth.

His book hadn’t even been released yet; where did these book fans come from?

"Book fans!"

The young lady said, "There were already many people online saying they must buy your book. In the past few days, quite a few people have come from Germany just to get your autographed book."

"I suggest you don’t believe what people say online," Huang Kaiwen said after spitting out the toothpaste foam. "You never know who is behind the computer screen."

"Let’s see when the time comes."

Miss Berlusconi said with a smile.

Even if it were raining knives in Nuremberg today, Huang Kaiwen’s autograph session would be a huge hit.

She had already hired people to queue up early.

Although it seemed unnecessary, it was still better to be safe than sorry.

Before even attending the signing event, Huang Kaiwen was in for a shock.

Seeing a photograph of his cousin with Laporta in the newspaper, Huang Kaiwen widened his eyes and asked, "Why would Barça sign this kid? He can’t play soccer at all, you didn’t promise Laporta to transfer me to Barça, did you?"

"No, he must have misunderstood,"

Miss Berlusconi said beamingly.

Huang Kaiwen silently gave a thumbs up.

He was absolutely impressed.

Thoroughly impressed.

He knew it without guessing.

Miss Berlusconi must have used some trick to make Laporta think that by signing his cousin, he, Huang himself, would go play for Barça.

The kid couldn’t do anything but play games.

His parents wouldn’t give him money, fearing he would spend it on games.

Previously, he had charged quite a bit for running errands to buy gold bricks.

Now that was a good deal.

Stay in Barcelona for a few years.

When he returned, he could use the money he earned working to play games.

That was actually quite good.

At least he hadn’t let Laporta hustle for nothing.

Real Madrid signed him, Huang, and Barça signed his cousin.

This would also be a remarkable story in soccer history.

When there’s time, he should ask Laporta if he still wants a younger brother, if not, why not send Digan over too, to leave a memory for Barça.

At 9 a.m.

Huang Kaiwen and Miss Berlusconi appeared on time at the entrance of GALERIA Kaufhof department store in Nuremberg.

With the appearance of Huang Kaiwen,

the entrance of the department store became noisy.

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin, don’t go!!!"

"Kevin, I love you!!!"

Before, Huang Kaiwen had feared that too few people coming would be embarrassing.

But now it seemed he was wrong.

Huang Kaiwen looked down at his hands.

After he turned 16, these hands hadn’t been tired out much, and he didn’t know if they could hold up today.

Miss Berlusconi swiftly pulled out a microphone to maintain order.

Huang Kaiwen sat behind the table and began signing.

Half an hour passed, and Huang Kaiwen felt his face was about to freeze from smiling; fortunately, he was able to switch between signing with both his left and right hands, which helped relieve some of the fatigue.

"Kevin, I’m your fan,"

a female voice said.

"Thank you for your support," Huang Kaiwen said without looking up as he took the novel and asked, "What blessing would you like me to write?"

"Wishing Lily happiness every day, definitely include a signature, and preferably add a Chinese signature too," the woman said.

"Alright, Miss Lily,"

Huang Kaiwen inwardly groaned at the exorbitant request.

Yet his hands were steady, crafting elegant signatures in both English and Chinese, and as he looked up, he saw a face that bore a slight resemblance to Hepburn smiling back at him.

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