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Chapter 2210: Chapter 567: Huang’s Brilliant Scheme Brings Peace to the World

Seeing Sneijder’s expression, van Persie couldn’t help but chuckle.

Huang Kaiwen immediately gave him a glare.

”Kevin, Wesley is just angry for the moment.”

Moratti advised.

He had a great fondness for talented Inter Milan players.

”How to resolve this?”

Huang Kaiwen looked towards van Persie.

Van Persie licked his lips and said, ”Let me zap him with a stun gun, and this matter will be settled.”

Huang Kaiwen: ...

Bro, with that expression, you wouldn’t even need makeup to play a psycho killer in Hollywood.

Even Huang Kaiwen was a bit creeped out looking at him.

Needless to say Sneijder, who kept shaking his head repeatedly.

Van Persie regretfully said, ”Then let him post a video on social media saying I’m better than him.”

”I’d rather let you zap me!”

Sneijder shouted directly.

”Come on, if I don’t make you wet yourself, I’ll damn well retire tomorrow!”

Van Persie said, stiff-necked.

Moratti looked at Huang Kaiwen with some difficulty.

Huang Kaiwen just grabbed Moratti and stood up, leaving the café.

”Are you not going to do something about it?”

Moratti asked worriedly.

”No worries, if they argue, they definitely won’t fight, and there’s Adriano there too.”

Huang Kaiwen said.

If things really go south, there’s still Neo.

His bodyguard could easily handle two Dutchmen.

”Then where are we going?”

Moratti asked.

Huang Kaiwen pointed to a stall ahead and said, ”Grab a bite, it’s already getting dark, you probably haven’t had a good meal today, Massimo.”

”Let’s go.”

Smelling the aroma of the grilled meat, Moratti quickened his pace by a few steps.

”Hey, do you really think I’m your tagalong?”

Inzaghi asked from behind.

”Aren’t you hungry?”

Huang Kaiwen asked with a smile.

Inzaghi could only follow him over, and then his eyes lit up as he said, ”You just help me pick what to eat, I’ll go grab a seat first.”

Huang Kaiwen watched as Inzaghi sat at a table beside some young ladies.

This guy probably has a radar in his brain, always effortlessly spotting his targets.

Moratti stood in front of the stall looking at the ingredients on the griddle, almost drooling.

”Why aren’t you ordering?”

Huang Kaiwen asked.

”When you get older, the appetite isn’t as big, but I want everything.”

Moratti said.

”Then let’s get everything, I’m treating today.”

Huang Kaiwen pulled out a few bills from his wallet and handed them over, saying, ”Make us a portion of everything, and please bring it to our table.”

The vendor was about to start cursing, but then he realized Huang Kaiwen was saying one of each, and when he looked up again, he widened his eyes.

He hadn’t expected to be seeing Huang Kaiwen and Moratti!

He quickly nodded in agreement.

”This is a bit extravagant, I remember you’re not one to waste.”

Moratti said.

”Everyone has moments they make exceptions.”

Huang Kaiwen led Moratti to sit next to Inzaghi.

The three of them naturally drew some attention from fans, but fortunately, no one raised their phones.

At the table, they didn’t talk about the Dutchman issue, instead discussing Italy’s economy and prospects, while Inzaghi kept chatting with the girls beside him.

Moratti even shared his thoughts on the wiretapping scandal from back then.

”You know, I was afraid of Popo leaving, that’s why I did it, every team wanted him.”

Moratti explained.

”I understand, but it ultimately wasn’t the right thing.”

Huang Kaiwen said.

He could sympathize with Moratti’s feelings, but couldn’t condone his actions.

This was no different from those people who make their partners report their whereabouts every half an hour or demand a video call every so often. If you can’t trust each other, it’s better not to be together.

Otherwise, both sides will be exhausted.

”Materazzi and I don’t get along very well because of what I said during the World Cup final being interpreted by the TV stations.”

Moratti continued to complain.

Those media really added quite a bit of chaos for him.

Huang Kaiwen laughed, patting Moratti on the shoulder, ”Then you should be more careful, I cover my mouth for some things I say on the field, you guys talking bad about Materazzi as a family, it would be surprising if he wasn’t upset.”

Lip reading might seem difficult.

But for some people, it’s very easy.

Löw had his words interpreted by a deaf girl who hadn’t received any training, as long as the language matches, it’s quite easy for such people to understand what you’re saying.

”Compared to you, I feel like you’re the more mature one.”

Moratti said, eating a grilled sausage, not even minding as the grease dripped down to his shirt.

It was clear that Moratti was quite relaxed today.

”Maybe it really is that way.”

Huang Kaiwen shrugged.

Moratti, as the club president, was quite capricious.

His tendency to appoint people based on personal connections alone had caused plenty of trouble for Inter Milan.

After having eaten, they returned to the café.

Gagliani shook his head at Huang Kaiwen, indicating the two still hadn’t reconciled.

Huang Kaiwen waved his hand and said, ”Let’s go, I’ll take you somewhere.”

”Is it for food?”

Van Persie asked excitedly.

After sitting in the café for so long, he was already starving.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t answer.

He led the group for over ten minutes, still in the center of Milan, Huang Kaiwen pulled out a key to open a shop’s door.

Once everyone was inside, Huang Kaiwen introduced, ”This is a ceramics studio. The previous owner had some troubles, so I bought the place. Occasionally doing ceramics is a great way to relieve stress.”

”You’re not planning to make some gifts for us, are you?”

Moratti teased.

He was no longer worried about the Sneijder situation.

”No, Robin, Wesley, the matter must be resolved today.”