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

After fussing for over an hour, Inzaghi failed to buy any fishing equipment and reluctantly returned to the hotel.

Unable to sleep, still feeling unsatisfied, Inzaghi turned on the TV to watch the news.

In the talk show on TV, a guest said, ”Based on my estimation, it shouldn’t be a problem for Kevin to obtain his professional qualification. Since he’s participating in the competition, he must be confident. With his athletic talent and the ability to read the game on the field, he should be very well-suited for snooker.”

Having felt underestimated in the evening, Inzaghi didn’t want to see the news about Huang Kaiwen, so he changed the channel with the remote.

”This just in, Kevin has been looking at several properties this afternoon, and it is very likely that he has reached an agreement with Chelsea. Chelsea’s owner Abramovich had previously said that he was willing to pay the buyout fee to take Kevin from Bernabeu. Real Madrid has not been able to renew with Kevin, and now the 220 million Euro buyout fee is not enough to scare off the Russian billionaire...”

Inzaghi switched channels again.

”We interviewed Lily Collins’ mother, Gil Tavoman, who said that Lily is happy, and she does not intend to intervene too much in her daughter’s affairs. Phil Collins has no right to point fingers at Kevin’s affairs, because that rock star is either cheating or on his way to cheating. Kevin is a hundred times better than him. Phil Collins is a coward; during his preparation to divorce, he only sent a fax...”

He continued to flip through the channels.

English football legend Lineker faced the camera and said, ”Kevin participating in snooker is not good news. Today he might be competing for a professional player’s qualification, and tomorrow he could be playing against O’Sullivan. If Kevin really decides to leave the turf, it wouldn’t be surprising. He has won all there is to win and might be looking for new challenges in other sports, but that would be a disaster for the fans and for football...”

Inzaghi turned off the TV, feeling frustrated.

Thinking carefully about what Lineker said, he was surprised to find that he agreed with Lineker’s words.

”Damn it, sooner or later I’m going to make Kevin acknowledge my strength!”

Around 2 in the morning, after staring at the ceiling for a long time, Inzaghi finally started to feel drowsy.

...

On July 2nd, Huang Kaiwen finally faced the match that would determine his qualification as a professional snooker player.

The price for the first match’s ticket had been speculated to be more than ten times its original price.

Back home, despite the eight-hour time difference, instead of the usual broadcast of ”World Football” at night, the snooker match was shown last-minute.

[Damn Huang Kaiwen.]

”What the hell, do they have to interrupt with some other match all the time?”

”At least it’s not curling; I’ve really had enough of that.”

”Curling players are actually quite good-looking; I really can’t stand watching snooker.”

”Holy shit! It’s Huang Kaiwen, this is Huang Kaiwen’s match!!!”

”For real? I thought the news of Huang Kaiwen playing snooker was fake.”

”No, why would Huang Kaiwen play snooker? Isn’t playing football good enough?”

”Damn, I wouldn’t even recognize Huang Kaiwen in a vest, but, not gonna lie, he looks pretty sharp.”

”Damn, Huang Kaiwen really has some skills. It’s his first match, first frame, and it looks like he doesn’t even need to think.”

”That’s not right, does Huang Kaiwen even know how to play? Who only attacks without defending? He’s been done by the other player!”

”Holy shit, is that even possible?”

”Awesome, he can still win! Trailing 25-62, he finally turned it around with a score of 73-66. Huang Kaiwen’s triple bounce was damn beautiful!”

”...”

”Holy shit, he’s locked in the win with a score of 120, right!”

”Huang Kaiwen’s opponent is clearly not as good as him.”

”This is the final frame, right, guys?”

”If Huang Kaiwen wins, it’s over; if he loses, they have to continue playing.”

”Holy shit, is Huang Kaiwen about to make a maximum 147 break?”

”It seems so, and seeing today’s match, I have to admit, Huang Kaiwen indeed has the talent for snooker; he’s totally dominating the opponent.”

Calderon sat behind the office desk, with Baldano standing in front, both of them watching the TV from the side.

Calderon, with his eyes glued to the TV, said, ”Why haven’t we been able to finalize Kevin’s contract renewal?”

”Barbara’s demands are too outrageous; we can afford the high wages, but she wants to get back all the portrait rights of Kevin,” Baldano replied.

Since Florentino’s era, each star had 55% of their image rights, with Real Madrid’s platform yielding the stars 5% more than what they used to get 100%, and everyone was content.

Last year, Huang Kaiwen broke Real Madrid’s image rights rule when he signed with them.

”You can’t treat Kevin the same way as others; Kevin is different,” Calderon said, shaking his head.

Kevin’s decisiveness on the field is unmatched by any player.

Kevin’s commercial value far exceeds that of any of the so-called megastars combined.

Kevin is frequently targeted by the Vatican; any team that has Kevin essentially gains a lot of Catholic fans and potential fans, something no other athlete can match.

Watching Kevin swiftly make his shot leaning over the table, Calderon felt like he was about to have a heart attack.

”Beautiful!!! Kevin scores a perfect 147 break, though it took 9 minutes and 51 seconds, this is already an outstanding performance for a player in his first official match. Snooker is about to enter a golden age, and O’Sullivan has finally met his match! And it’s a troublesome one!!!” the TV commentator shouted passionately.

Calderon turned to Baldano and said, ”As long as we can keep 10% of the image rights, we can increase Kevin’s salary.”