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

After a shower in the evening,

and blowing my hair dry, I sat on the bed.

Miss Berlusconi asked, ”Why don’t we just send Gagliani to jail?”

Huang Kaiwen slapped Miss Berlusconi lightly and shook his head, ”No.”

”You’re just too kind, dear!”

Huang Kaiwen smiled and shook his head.

Was it really about him being kind?

The average cost for prisoners in Italian jails is triple that of Spain, double that of France.

Each inmate spends enough daily to stay in a three-star hotel.

Sending Gattu to jail would be doing him a favor.

However, Huang Kaiwen didn’t have any better ideas.

He could only let Miss Berlusconi have her way.

Huang Kaiwen lay on the bed and began to guess Gagliani’s moves.

It would start with a show, claiming AC Milan was looking forward to him, Huang someone, returning to the field as soon as possible.

Then, after a while, they would use newspapers to feel things out.

Just so happens Kaka and Sheva have been performing well during this time.

Once the team’s performance stabilized, they could get the newspapers to spin bad press about him, Huang someone, successfully diverting public opinion, and then ”tearfully” let go of a tax-free salary of 6 million euros.

The whole process, probably won’t even take a year to get out of the contract successfully.

Raul had enjoyed similar treatment before going to Schalke.

Gagliani’s got it all figured out.

But he, Huang someone, is just faking the injury.

Gattu, the old guy, is completely attacking thin air.

And overestimating himself.

Thinking that working in Milan for 20 years, watching Barbara grow up made him her elder, warning her to prepare for a breakup early for her own good.

Little did he know that Miss Berlusconi sold him out with a flip of her hand.

Gagliani is even less aware that his downfall is imminent, and he will be forced to leave AC Milan.

When he returns to AC Milan,

let’s arrange for him to play the mascot.

Later, I’ll have the club staff customize a thicker mascot suit.

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The next day,

media coverage was still overwhelming.

After waking up, Huang Kaiwen stood in front of the blinds and looked out.

Goodness, the crowd of fans gathered at the hospital entrance was growing.

There were even savvy vendors selling candles at the door.

Fans bought them, lit them, and placed them at the entrance of the hospital to pray for Huang Kaiwen.

Eventually, the vendors were responsible for the cleanup.

An industrial chain had been formed.

If there was a sign saying [Why bringing your own candles doesn’t get blessed], Huang Kaiwen would have thought he was on Song Mountain.

Huang Kaiwen noticed a flash of white light from the building opposite the hospital.

The building across from the hospital was abandoned.

This definitely wasn’t normal.

”Neo.”

”Sir!”

Huang Kaiwen pointed at the building across and said, ”Go over there and see if it’s reporters again.”

”Yes, sir.”

Bodyguard Neo quickly took people over.

The reason Neo stayed behind was that British reporters tried to sneak into the hospital.

They were discovered in advance by Barbara.

So the Miss left bodyguards to take care of Huang Kaiwen.

Among all the journalists in Europe,

the most audacious were those Brits.

And with the high-profile nature of this event,

The Sun newspaper offered a high reward for a picture of Huang Kaiwen in the ward.

This practice was common.

England has a developed newspaper industry; people are used to reading the papers.

Huang Kaiwen in his previous life had seen them buying photos of David Beckham for high prices.

The price then was in the millions of British Pounds.

Although the offer from The Sun newspaper wasn’t that high right now,

the timing was different, purchasing power was different too.

200,000 British Pounds was enough to make British paparazzi go all out.

The number of British reporters staking out the hospital entrance was growing.

About 20 minutes later, Neo called back to report, ”Sir, there are two paparazzi. They set up a long-focus lens and military binoculars in the abandoned building. They claim they wanted to capture your first waking moment.”

”Did they get anything?”

Huang Kaiwen asked.

On the other end of the phone, Neo said, ”I checked, there are a few where the blinds weren’t closed properly, got shots of Kaka and Miss Berlusconi.”

”Fine, you handle it. Make sure there are no backups of the film and memory cards,”

Huang Kaiwen instructed.

After hanging up the phone, he thought it was fortunate the blinds hadn’t been opened.

Otherwise, the whole world would now know he’s fine,

and he’d be forced to ”wake up.”

He was also troubled about the timing of his return to the team.

There were two important matches in March.

He can’t be comatose forever.

But returning before the critical matches would play right into what those trolls on the forums had predicted.

Maybe he should return to the team a bit earlier instead,

play a less important match first.

Having thought for a long time, Huang Kaiwen still hadn’t decided on his comeback date.

Suddenly, hearing the sound of medical cart wheels in the corridor, Huang Kaiwen jolted, quickly getting into bed.

Having acted so many times, he got into character fast.

Instantly, he entered a ”comatose” state.

Huang Kaiwen pricked up his ears and heard the faint sound of the door opening.

That was close.

Almost caught.

Huang Kaiwen closed his eyes and didn’t even move his eyeballs.

He was fully committed to playing his role.

”He still hasn’t woken up!”

”Shh, keep it down, the bodyguard at the door was lured away, but we don’t know when he’ll be back.”

”Got it, we’re making a fortune this time.”

”Stop talking, take the pictures quickly, if the bodyguard comes back, we won’t be able to escape.”

A few brief sentences, and the thick Northwest English accent,

had already revealed their identity.

Although Huang Kaiwen hoped they would take pictures,

he couldn’t let them move around the ward at will.

British journalists have the guts.

They might even strip him for a photo.

Huang Kaiwen’s left hand quietly reached for his phone, unlocked it by pressing buttons, and blindly sent a message to Neo, telling him to hurry back.

Then he continued playing dead.

That’s the advantage of a button phone.

If it were a smartphone, Huang Kaiwen wouldn’t be able to text blindly.