After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!

After the fans lit the fireworks,

visibility visibly decreased.

The air filled with the scent of sulfur.

Huang Kaiwen and Kaka stayed near the front of the car,

because there was a railing, and it was fairly high.

Looking up from below, the fans couldn’t clearly see Huang Kaiwen sitting in his wheelchair.

But even so,

it didn’t affect the fans’ enthusiasm for him.

”Saint Kevin!”

”Saint Kevin!”

”Saint Kevin!”

The thunderous shouting accompanied the bus on both sides.

The fans were extremely fervent.

This situation was expected to continue for a while.

Holding the Serie A championship trophy, Inzaghi sourly said, ”Soccer is never a one-man game, the fans obviously forgot that.”

Huang Kaiwen couldn’t be bothered with him.

Looking at the trophy in Inzaghi’s hands, he reminded, ”You better hold on tight, if it falls, it’s going to be a big deal.”

”How could it, I can hold it with one hand.”

Inzaghi had just finished speaking,

when the trophy slipped from his hands and fell in front of the bus.

Although the bus was slow,

the driver stopped immediately.

But the trophy was still crushed and deformed.

The scene turned chaotic.

When the fans handed up the trophy,

Huang Kaiwen took one look, ”Golly, the round mouth of the trophy turned flat, the base was clunking unsteadily, it might fall off any moment.”

The Serie A trophy underwent a major transformation.

If it were thrown in a trash can, no one would pick it up.

Seeing his teammates looking at him angrily,

the troublemaker Inzaghi raised his hands and chuckled, ”Next year we’ll just win another one, and we have the Champions League Trophy to get as well.”

”You idiot, Filippo!”

Maldini pushed Inzaghi aside.

He tenderly reached for the trophy.

Inzaghi continued his perilous talk, ”Even if you’re upset, it’s useless, can you actually fix it?”

Huang Kaiwen silently nodded.

Inzaghi’s words made sense,

but they were inappropriate at the time.

Maldini was about to throw a punch.

Seeing this, that rascal Inzaghi ran around his wheelchair, leaving Maldini quite irritated.

He could only point vehemently at Inzaghi, ”Don’t let me catch you.”

Huang Kaiwen thought to himself,

The missus indeed had foresight.

Not bringing the UEFA Champions League Trophy with the team was a wise choice.

Otherwise, if the UEFA Champions League Trophy had fallen,

there would be nothing to return to UEFA.

The rules hadn’t changed yet.

After winning the UEFA Champions League three times consecutively, or accumulating five such championships, a club could keep a trophy permanently.

Otherwise, the trophy had to be returned the following year.

Milan, with its seven Champions League titles, was in this situation now.

Of those, only the first five wins allowed them to keep one trophy permanently at the club.

The trophy from the 2002-2003 season was returned last year.

Other clubs had it even worse.

Until UEFA changes its rules again in a few years,

even achieving a three-peat in the UEFA Champions League or accumulating five titles

would not allow them to keep a trophy permanently.

...

When the bus arrived at San Siro Stadium,

it was already dark.

But that was when the main event began.

The San Siro Stadium was packed full.

Only the spotlights aimed at the pitch were turned on.

Two young fans placed the Champions League Trophy on the exhibition stand.

One by one, girls in white dresses, each carrying two white flags on their backs, walked to the center of the field.

”I bet they’re not wearing any underwear,” Inzaghi whispered.

Pirlo glanced at Inzaghi and huffed, ”You still have the mood to joke, if not for you, that exhibition stand wouldn’t be empty now.”

Maldini also glared at Inzaghi.

Although he wouldn’t really hit Inzaghi,

it was indeed frustrating to have the trophy thrown away.

Kaka chuckled on the side.

Huang Kaiwen also found it amusing.

Inzaghi and Pirlo were very close,

but they argued whenever they had the chance.

Frenemies were just like that.

After the artistic performance,

it was their turn to enter.

”Entering now, Uncle Kevin, do you need me to push you?” Chris, who had changed into his costume, came over to ask.

Kaka smiled and refused, ”No need, I’ll do it.”

Huang Kaiwen patted Chris’s little head,

and reluctantly, Chris followed Paolo Maldini.

When Kaka pushed Huang Kaiwen into the stadium,

San Siro erupted with cheers again.

”Saint Kevin!”

”Saint Kevin!”

”Saint Kevin!”

The cheering continued for a while before stopping.

Huang Kaiwen was pushed behind the trophy.

He then stood with his teammates and their families.

In Gattuso’s arms was a cute little girl.

When Gattuso saw Huang Kaiwen’s gaze,

he handed his daughter to Huang Kaiwen.

”She seems to really like you,” Gattuso said affectionately.

”Girls usually like me.”

Huang Kaiwen laughed heartily,

earning a glare from Gattuso.

The host had been talking for a while,

and then called out Ancelotti’s name.

Ancelotti, holding a microphone, walked out, waved at the stands, and shouted, ”When we won in Istanbul, a song kept echoing in my head. Now I want to sing it with you. Let me start: Ale, Ale, Ale Milan, Ale. Let’s fight together, ultimately triumph, never giving up...”

...

After a tiring day,

Huang Kaiwen went straight to sleep as soon as he got home.

When he woke up the next day,

the old butler had already picked up Mr. Chen and his group from the hotel.

Kaka’s agent,

who was also his father, Bosco, appeared here with a lawyer.

Huang Kaiwen said somewhat sheepishly, ”Hello, Mr. Bosco, I’ve been quite tired recently.”

”No problem, you’re injured.”

Bosco said with a smile: ”Also, just call me Vincent.”

”Alright, Vincent.”

In the future, Bosco would make the Milan fans grit their teeth in frustration, but without the conflicts of interest, he was quite an affable guy.

Huang Kaiwen had met him twice before.

Bosco was an engineer,

considered quite cultured among the players’ families.

And Kaka’s mother was a teacher.

Such middle-class family backgrounds were really rare among players.

Apart from Pirlo, good family backgrounds like Kaka’s and legacy stars like Maldini were something most Milan players lacked.

”Albert, prepare lunch for the guests,”

”Yes, sir,”

Huang Kaiwen said as he sat down and introduced both sides.

”This is Mr. Chen, a boss at a famous gaming company in our country, he’s mainly here to have Ricardo and me do endorsements.”

”And this is Kaka’s father, Mr. Vincent Bosco.”

”Hello, Mr. Chen.”

”Hello, Mr. Bosco.”

Seeing the two chatting,

Huang Kaiwen asked Bosco to help negotiate.

He then sat aside as if nothing concerned him.

Kaka’s dad wasn’t someone who would be at a disadvantage.

The deal was struck before lunch was even ready.

An endorsement fee of 1.1 million Euros per person per year.

A one-time agreement for three years.

Huang Kaiwen silently gave Bosco a thumbs up.

Awesome.

Calculating the exchange rate, that’s 12 million a year.

Keep in mind that a few years later, Zhou’s endorsement for Fantasy was only 5 or 7 million.

This early endorsement deal was indeed sky-high.

But Mr. Chen wasn’t short of this bit either.

Mr. Chen climbed from 5 million to a fortune of 8.8 billion last year with Legend.

The profits from gaming are imaginable.

Of course, the most important was Kaka’s status as an international superstar.

International stars are more valuable than domestic stars; those who know, know.

If it weren’t for Kaka,

Huang himself certainly wouldn’t have commanded such a high endorsement fee.

After dinner, Kaka’s father left with his lawyer.

Mr. Chen also took people to find a photography studio.

After the photoshoot was completed, the post-production would be done in Xiangjiang.

It’s cheaper than doing it abroad.

The remaining staff sat in front of the computer,

logged in and traded equipment to Huang Kaiwen.

Seeing the Soaring Fan, Huang Kaiwen got excited.

Then asked curiously, ”Dude, why is your boss coming here personally? This sort of thing doesn’t need Mr. Chen to come, right?”

”Mr. Chen liked the script you sent and wanted to meet you. But the main thing is, Mr. Chen wanted to come to Italy for fun,” said the employee.

So that was the reason.

Huang Kaiwen thought to himself.

You should thank Greedy Blue Moon.

I didn’t write the script.

After the equipment trade,

the other party left.

In the evening, Kaka logged online, got his Dragon-slaying Saber, and didn’t dare leave the safe zone.

Fearing getting killed and losing his weapon.

Even though he didn’t venture out, he still excitedly ran around the safe zone,

loving it like crazy.

But a day later,

at the studio,

Kaka finally learned how he got his Dragon-slaying Saber.

And what he had to give in return.

Forced to learn Chinese,

he then put on golden plastic-feel armor,

held a model Dragon-slaying Saber,

and made one ridiculous pose after another at the request of the Shanda staff,

spending several hours shooting material.

In the end, standing lifelessly in front of the camera, Kaka recited, ”Big Zha good, I’m Nicado, click once, play for a year, no money spent on equipment, tonight at 8, if you’re my bro come to Legend of Blood and chop me.”