After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 380 - 0187 Kevin’s Tea (Subscription Requested)_2

"Damn it, every bastard richer than me deserves the gallows!"

Cassano complained, then went to watch TV on the sofa.

"Good afternoon, Kevin!"

The newly awakened Ramos, with his hair looking like a bird’s nest, greeted Huang Kaiwen.

"Good afternoon, want something to eat?"

Huang Kaiwen asked with a smile.

"Why didn’t you ask me just now?"

Asked Cassano, lying on the sofa and looking up in protest.

Ramos mocked, "Maybe it’s because your skin is too thick, and there’s no need to ask you."

"Bastard, you, with your dirty style of play, have the nerve to talk about me?"

Shouted an infuriated Cassano.

"That’s still better than you, a guy who doesn’t even get the chance to be a substitute,"

Ramos continued mocking.

"Damn it, you’re asking for it!"

"Enough, Sergio, you eat first, and Antonio, you watch TV,"

Huang Kaiwen shouted, stepping between the two.

Cassano and Ramos both turned and snorted coldly.

...

"No way, I didn’t perform well just now, let’s go again!"

Cassano yelled.

The young lady arrived in Madrid and saw Ramos and Cassano playing a soccer game at her house.

"I can’t just let them fight when they start arguing, so I had them settle it with a game,"

Huang Kaiwen said, rubbing his temples.

"How long have they been playing?"

The young lady asked curiously.

"From just after 2 in the afternoon until now, over six hours,"

Huang Kaiwen said.

Cassano and Ramos aren’t particularly good at playing video games.

They’re better at other things.

Huang Kaiwen had been filming their "chickens pecking at each other" for several hours.

In this evenly matched battle, they played with relish, neither willing to give in to the other.

"Aren’t you going to persuade them?"

The young lady asked.

"Forget it, there’s leftover food in the house, and they’re adults, they don’t need us to worry about them,"

Huang Kaiwen said, leading the young lady toward the bedroom.

If they’re willing to stay at their house, let them be.

The Yellow Ball King isn’t short of food to feed his teammates.

Two hours had passed since they both took showers; people who love cleanliness tend to take longer.

The young lady leaned on the bed and said, "I think it’s better to call it Kevin’s Tea, ’Kevin Ice City’ doesn’t sound intuitive. Europe likes something more straightforward, like ’Paul’s Bakery,’ ’David’s Family Restaurant.’

"Then let’s call it Kevin’s Tea,"

Huang Kaiwen nodded and said.

His biggest advantage is heeding advice.

Take advice, eat your fill.

"We’ve already contacted the singer you wanted to invite,"

The young lady said.

"You take care of it,"

Huang Kaiwen nodded.

He wasn’t cut out for detailed work; setting general guidelines was enough.

That’s how most big bosses are.

...

The next day, Huang Kaiwen woke up.

The young lady had already left.

The assistant had previously selected several locations, and she went to inspect them in person to confirm the location for the Madrid flagship store.

After opening, they would promote it using the Real Madrid platform.

Then open a tea culture hall to continue pushing the upscale image.

Upscale image, affordable pricing.

There’s no conflict between the two at all.

The upscale image comes from the long history of tea culture and its health benefits; find some history experts and medical professors, give them a spiel, and even drinking milk tea could prolong life. A cup costing the same as Starbucks could let a family of three enjoy a drink exclusive to ancient emperors, what could be more upscale than that?

Affordable prices mean Kevin’s Tea could sweep through the streets and alleys of Europe, aiming to integrate into Europeans’ daily lives.

In the future, Spaniards will have to queue up to buy milk tea after their late-night seafood meals.

Italians have to pair their pizza with milk tea.

Huang Kaiwen had it all planned out.

Once there were more stores, he would create controversies to stir up publicity.

The Milanese derby was the perfect medium.

The Nerazzurri’s barbecue gang preferred Mate Tea, while Milan’s Brazilian Gang favored a different kind, and they had to be beverages from Kevin’s tea brand, claiming only Kevin’s tea had the most authentic flavor.

Then he could have them argue over which was tastier on newspapers and television a few times. Wouldn’t fans, out of curiosity, buy both to try?

A drink favored by idols would surely be deemed delicious, even if it was as bad as urine.

Maybe, he could even expand the stores to South America.

Then he could launch a weekly statistical report: how many cups of Mate Tea did Argentinians buy versus how many cups of the other kind were purchased by Brazilians? Publicize it in the newspapers to fan the flames. This could also work between Japan and South Korea, and the whole star-ranking playbook could be replicated. There might even be people who buy without drinking just to skew the stats.

Huang Kaiwen had even thought of the advertisements.

"If you don’t drink, you’re not a true Rossoneri; Drinking milk tea helps achieve football dreams, contribute to the football dreams of children from impoverished families; We all owe Kevin a cup of milk tea; Love her, give her the first cup of milk tea for all seasons Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday...; For the pride of the Republic of Korea, we can’t lose to the Japanese..." A combination of such marketing strategies, and Huang Kaiwen felt the whole world wouldn’t be able to resist.

At critical moments, he, Huang, could even fall into a coma, and the milk tea would still sell out!

If you don’t buy milk tea, do you still expect Huang to recover?

Huang Kaiwen was becoming more and more excited the more he thought about it.

Soccer posed no challenge to him, it couldn’t give him this kind of thrill.

In life, one had to challenge their own limits.

Huang Kaiwen also wanted to know how much money he needed to make before he could say that money was just a number to him.

Anyway, he didn’t feel that way now.

When Huang Kaiwen went downstairs, he was startled to see Ramos and Cassano still sitting in front of the TV.

He quickly asked, "Have you been playing all night?"

"He won’t admit defeat."

Ramos, with a numb expression, pointed at Cassano and said.

"That’s because you cheated!"

Cassano protested.

"Stop lying, you just won’t admit you lost!"

"Bastard, come at me again if you dare!"

"Stop, stop, stop," Huang Kaiwen glanced at his watch and reminded them, "Gentlemen, the day off is over. Training has already been going on for more than an hour."

"Damn it! I forgot, it’s all your fault, you bastard!"

Ramos shouted, dropping his controller.

"We’re doomed!" Cassano wailed, not forgetting to press pause before running out, and then shouting back, "Don’t touch the TV, I’m going to continue teaching him a lesson after training."

"Quit the big talk, you lost more games, 55 to 48..."

Huang Kaiwen picked up the controller from the ground and placed it properly.

He could only silently pray for Ramos and Cassano, hoping Capello wouldn’t be too harsh.

Later that day,

Huang Kaiwen met with Calderon at home.

Having the butler prepare afternoon tea, Huang Kaiwen smiled and chatted with Calderon, "Mr. President, you often appear on television and newspapers, what brings you to my home today?"

"I told you to call me Ramon!"

Calderon feigned anger.

His current glory was entirely due to signing Huang Kaiwen.

Calderon wouldn’t dream of getting upset with Huang Kaiwen.

"Alright, Ramon, so did you come to visit me today?"

Huang Kaiwen crossed his legs and asked.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen relax, Calderon broke into a smile and said, "To visit you, yes, but there’s also other business. You know, that time you and Ronaldo watched the game by the pool caused quite the stir, many people joined you in doing that."

"I’ve heard about it."

Huang Kaiwen said with a slight headache.

At this rate, Real Madrid’s top star would literally be the face of the team.

Fortunately, he, Huang, also had "Massage Mastery," so he could offer an extended massage session.

Huang Kaiwen quickly shook his head.

A massage from Master Huang would cost millions of euros.

Noticing Huang Kaiwen shaking his head, Calderon hurriedly said, "I’ve discussed this with Miss Berlusconi before, for now the focus will be on inviting celebrities to expand our reach. Then, like Buffett, we can do an auction, with the proceeds partly going to you, partly to Real Madrid, and Real Madrid will also donate some to the Save the Children Foundation."

"That sounds like a good arrangement."

Huang Kaiwen nodded.

Earning money while associating with charity could greatly enhance one’s reputation.

"The main reason I’m here today is to let you check out and choose the invitees for the upcoming home games."

Calderon smiled as he handed over three folders.

Huang Kaiwen opened and glanced through them.

"Rafael Nadal, born in 1986, a rising tennis genius, ranked second in the world last year, and this year he’s still surging forward. I believe he has the potential to become the number one in tennis, and he’s also a Real Madrid fan," Calderon explained, "Jennifer Lopez and Penélope Cruz are also fans of Real Madrid. You young people should know more about celebrities than I do."

Now three choices lay before him.

Huang Kaiwen immediately discarded Nadal, mainly because he wasn’t very interested in tennis.

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