Chapter 408: Chapter 408
Seeing Capello leave, Mijatovic said.
"How can you be the sporting director of Real Madrid without taking kickbacks when buying a player?"
"But if Kevin specifically asks for someone, we must explain it to him."
Calderon shook his head.
He silently mocked Mijatovic for lacking a big-picture perspective.
"He’s already got a huge contract, what more do we need to explain to him?"
"More sponsors have come forward, all because of Kevin,"
Calderon said, handing Mijatovic a printed paper.
It was a news article from The Times website.
"Yesterday, Sotheby’s auctioned off Kevin’s oil painting ’Little Pub in Berlin,’ which sold for 1.5 million British Pounds, followed by the 2005-2006 UEFA Champions League final match-worn jersey, gloves, and ball, which sold for 10 million British Pounds. The agent at the venue didn’t reveal the buyer’s identity, but someone on social media has already shared the three meaningful items... Khalid is from the Middle East, his father Sultan is the king of the Emirate of Sharjah in the UAE, he and his brother were sent to study in the United Kingdom, his brother died a few years ago of excess indulgence in his mansion, Khalid is now the only heir to the Emirate of Sharjah, this prince claims he is a fan of Kevin, but according to our website poll, fans generally see this as a provocation by the Middle East against the Christian World."
Mijatovic’s eyes widened as he looked up at Calderon and asked, "Is this true, and what does it have to do with the sponsors?"
"There’s a rumor online that Kevin is over-invested in charity, leading to his financial troubles, hence why he auctioned off his beloved artworks and memorable items,"
Calderon shook his head.
Simply from his image rights, he could estimate a portion of Huang Kaiwen’s income.
Earning close to a billion Euros a year, plus having a girlfriend who can make money, would such a person go bankrupt?
Mijatovic asked again, "So they think sponsoring Kevin will prevent those Middle Easterners from succeeding again, how ridiculous is that?"
Calderon shrugged, "I wouldn’t know, you should contact Porto instead."
Calderon didn’t want to comment on the sponsors’ behavior.
Because originally, he too had "snatched up" Huang Kaiwen from the Middle Easterners, gaining great prestige, everyone is a scam artist, no one is more noble than the others.
Huang Kaiwen was at San Siro Stadium.
Inzaghi, who was finally starting, said he wanted to perform a hat trick during the Milan Derby.
In the first half, former Milan player Crespo scored first for Inter Milan, followed by Stanković’s long-range shot, and Ibrahimovic helped Milan pull one back during the injury time.
In the second half, Seedorf, Inzaghi, and Kaka scored in succession, Materazzi headed in a goal before the final whistle.
Milan finally won against Inter Milan 4:3.
After the match, Huang Kaiwen invited the Milan players over to his home to celebrate.
Inzaghi, holding a glass of wine, sidled up to Huang Kaiwen and asked.
Huang Kaiwen said with a laugh.
"If Ricardo hadn’t passed to Zlatan instead, I would’ve scored it,"
Huang Kaiwen thought to himself that if he hadn’t watched the game, he might have actually believed him, that lob was direct, and you wouldn’t have had the legs for it.
Ibrahimovic came over, ignoring Inzaghi, and said to Huang Kaiwen, "I watched your games at Real Madrid, Van Nistelrooy has no business playing with you."
"It’s not that exaggerated,"
Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.
"Coach Capello is very serious, must have been tough at Real Madrid?"
"Pretty okay, I think the coach was pretty decent,"
Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.
"That’s because you don’t want to talk bad about him behind his back, back when he was at Juventus, many people didn’t like him."
Ibrahimovic shook his head.
He had a decent impression of Capello because Capello relied on him intensively.
But with Capello always frowning, it’s hard for anyone to be in a good mood seeing him.
Huang Kaiwen realized that everyone had a pretty rough impression of Capello, except him, the Yellow Ball King.
Kaka, finally getting away from Beatrice, excitedly called out.
"I watched your games this year, well played,"
Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.
The kid has finally grown up.
"Pretty good, just feels uncomfortable playing without you,"
Kaka said with a happy smile.
"Any changes in the team recently?"
Even though he was at Real Madrid, he still needed to keep tabs on the dynamics in the Milan locker room.
"Not much change, just that Carlo is overly enthusiastic,"
Kaka said with a troubled expression, "He often insists that we wear wrist guards when going on the field, I even have to wear gloves, and he customizes our shoes."
Seeing the Milan coach still employing familiar tactics, he felt reassured.
"Still carrying a suitcase to every game?"
Huang Kaiwen continued to ask.
Absolutely no intention of laughing at them.
"Yeah, a suitcase, and he often holds a radio in his hand, talking to himself at the sidelines."
"Must be tough for you guys,"
Huang Kaiwen genuinely expressed.
Fortunately, Ancelotti no longer made players eat strange things.
Back in the day, he, Huang someone, had suffered quite a bit.
Lucky to have made it out of Milan alive was purely good fortune.
That night Kaka and his girlfriend stayed over at the house, Beatrice and Barbara shared a room, while Huang Kaiwen and Kaka played video games until late before going to bed.
The next day, by the time Huang Kaiwen got up, Kaka was already sitting at the dining table.
Seeing Huang Kaiwen, Kaka waved and said, "Kevin, just in time for lunch, come over quickly."