Chapter 1293: Chapter 1293
Chapter 1293: Chapter 385: Milan’s No. 10 Returns to the Arena
But the relationship between Maldini and those radical fans hasn’t improved, and there’s always some friction between the two sides.
Now those bastards in the south stand are threatening to embarrass Maldini on his retirement memorial match day.
Huang Kaiwen couldn’t figure out who’s right or wrong in these matters, and there’s no need to.
It all starts with small frictions, and it’s easy to guess that it must be the fans who started cursing and provoked things.
Sometimes Maldini’s temper isn’t great, and he might do something slightly out of line.
But that’s no reason for the radical fans to insult Maldini.
Whether from the perspective of a friend, a teammate, or as one of the behind-the-scenes owners of Milan, Huang Kaiwen couldn’t let this happen.
Otherwise, it would just become a laughingstock for teams and fans worldwide.
The man has served as a meritorious captain for two generations, leading the team to win the UEFA Champions League with top-notch skills.
He has dedicated nearly 40 years to Milan.
And he gets insulted by his own club’s fans at his retirement match?
What the hell has Milan become?
The next day’s autograph session, plenty of Japanese female fans came dressed in wedding gowns.
Huang Kaiwen didn’t stay long either, rushing to the airport after just over an hour.
After nearly 13 hours, the plane finally landed in London.
Reporters waiting at the airport were rudely pushed aside by bodyguards.
“Neo, anything happening recently in London?”
“Nothing special, it’s just the security isn’t great.”
Neo glanced at Huang Kaiwen in the rearview mirror and said.
“That’s not really a big deal.”
Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.
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When he got home, Albert had already prepared dinner.
Even though it was just after 4 p.m. in London.
The time difference between Tokyo and London is just 8 hours.
“I’m thinking of going back to work.”
During this time, she’s turned down quite a bit of work.
It didn’t matter before since she wasn’t that famous.
But being with Huang Kaiwen has significantly increased her exposure, and if she doesn’t go back, her agent is going to go crazy.
“Just as well, I have to go back to Milan as well.”
Huang Kaiwen put down his juice and said, “Albert, arrange a meeting with the leaders of those south stand fans and some reporters at my house in Milan at noon tomorrow.”
“Alright, sir, should Neo accompany you back?”
Albert said, “The reason those radical fans are called radical fans is because they’re not right in the head.”
Huang Kaiwen waved his hand.
Even without the [Golden Prison Award], they wouldn’t dare do anything to the Yellow Ball King.
“Alright, sir, I’ll notify them.”
Albert nodded and left.
Lily said worriedly, “They’re on really bad terms with Paul, don’t be too hard on them, I’m worried things might escalate.”
Huang Kaiwen patted Lily’s hand and said, “If they behave, then we’ll all be fine. If they don’t, then I’ll seize any chance to take them down.”
Huang Kaiwen absolutely will not allow anyone to ruin Maldini’s memorial match.
That night, the Yellow Ball King uncharacteristically didn’t stay late to practice.
Early the next morning, he took Lily and Miriam back to Milan.
For the meeting, Huang Kaiwen specially changed into a black suit and picked a flower from the garden to pin to his chest.
If it weren’t for fear of overdoing it, Huang Kaiwen even considered bringing a cat to stroke.
At about 11:30, the leader of the largest radical fan group, Warrior, Luca Lucchi, arrived at Kevin’s house with his brother Francesco Lucchi.
Luca Lucchi, sporting a bushy beard, gave Huang Kaiwen a warm hug.
Huang Kaiwen said with a smile, “Take a seat, let’s wait.”
After about another 10 minutes, the guy nicknamed Baron, Gianluca Capelli, also showed up.
Once Huang Kaiwen had the servant pour several cups of coffee, he asked them to leave, leaving the four of them in the living room.
“I’m sure you all know why we’re meeting today.”
Huang Kaiwen got straight to the point and said, “I don’t care what business you guys are involved in, I’m not the police, but I hope you can let Paul Maldini retire with dignity.”
Balding Francesco Lucchi banged the table and said, “He used to curse at me several times. I’ve made it clear that if I don’t give him a hard time, how will I ever show my face on the south stand again?”
Gianluca Capelli held his coffee cup, watching the drama unfold.
Not offering any opinions.
Huang Kaiwen looked at Luca Lucchi and asked, “Is this your stance too?”
Luca Lucchi just opened his mouth when Huang Kaiwen lifted his hand to stop him.
Huang Kaiwen took out two checks from his pocket, handed them over, and said, “20,000 euros each, on the memorial match day, you can’t boo Paul Maldini, and you also need to applaud him.”
Capelli smiled, took the checks, and put them in his inner pocket, saying, “Kevin, you found me to intercede with him in person, I certainly won’t do anything anymore, after all, Paul Maldini is Milan’s captain.”
Huang Kaiwen clenched his left hand into a fist, tapping the back of his left hand with the fingers of his right hand, staring at Luca Lucchi.
As for Francesco Lucchi.
He’s just a waste relying on his brother.
Luca Lucchi’s expression was indecisive. After about 3 minutes, he reached for the check and said, “I agree.”
Huang Kaiwen immediately raised his hand to dismiss them.
The Lucchi brothers left with unhappy expressions.
Capelli, on the other hand, left happily.
Giving them some money was a way to offer them a way out, to stop targeting Maldini.
The Lucchi brothers clearly felt the money wasn’t enough.
In contrast, Capelli, who once blackmailed AC Milan, seemed really perceptive today.
What does it matter to them that players earn millions or tens of millions?
For Huang Kaiwen, not to take 20,000 euros, even 20 euros had to be taken.