Chapter 436: Chapter 436
Huang Kaiwen nodded in response.
Although he, Huang, was a business genius, he was only good at setting the overall direction; the details still needed to be handled by Barbara and her assistant.
"I know Chinese people like a good sign, so once this batch of stores opens, they’ll form a Chinese character in Europe—’win’!"
The young lady pressed Enter as she spoke.
The little red dots on the computer screen really did form the character for "win."
Huang Kaiwen gave a thumbs-up, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that this scene was somewhat familiar.
"Feels great, are we breaking into Asia and South America next?"
Huang Kaiwen inquired.
"No, we’re heading to North America first, and you can also see Lily when you’re in the United States,"
the young lady said metaphorically.
"Ahem, whatever you say."
Huang Kaiwen said awkwardly.
He and Lily often exchanged emails.
It wasn’t that they didn’t want to call.
The main issue was the 9-hour time difference between LA and Madrid; there weren’t many opportunities when they were both free to call.
The young lady didn’t continue on the subject and switched topics: "Kaka and the others have already arrived in Zurich; we booked rooms on the same floor as theirs."
Huang Kaiwen nodded in agreement.
More than 2 hours later, the plane landed in Zurich, Switzerland.
"Kevin, can you sign this for me?"
"Ah, Kevin, I love you!"
"This is my phone number, Kevin, when will you and Kaka come to see me?"
"Kevin, you’re the best, I’m sure you’ll win an award tonight."
There was already a car waiting outside the airport.
But Huang Kaiwen and the young lady were blocked at the airport exit.
The fans were too passionate, and many had come from other countries to support Huang Kaiwen in Switzerland.
In such a situation, Huang Kaiwen naturally wouldn’t refuse the fans’ simple requests.
He satisfied most requests for autographs and photos.
The delay was almost an hour before they got in the car and left the airport.
someone opened the car door for Huang Kaiwen; he was about to tip when he looked up and saw it was Kaka.
Kaka said excitedly, "Kevin, you’re finally here."
"Ricardo, what are you doing here?"
Huang Kaiwen stepped out and asked.
"I heard you were coming today, so I waited here for a bit," Kaka said with a smile.
This couldn’t have been just a bit, could it?
As soon as Huang Kaiwen got out of the car, Kaka immediately asked, "You haven’t eaten, have you, Kevin? Shall we go to the restaurant together?"
"You guys go ahead, I’d like to rest a bit,"
the young lady chimed in.
"Alright then, if you get hungry, call room service,"
Huang Kaiwen reminded her.
Barbara watched Kaka take Huang Kaiwen away and couldn’t help but press her temples.
Now that Kaka was engaged, he was still the same, and the young lady thought that even after Kaka got married, she wouldn’t be able to get rid of him.
Well, she could only accept having an extra child to take care of.
"Long time no see, Kevin."
Pirlo, already eating, greeted him with a mouthful.
"Didn’t we just see each other at the Ballon d’Or ceremony?"
Huang Kaiwen spoke, slapping Pirlo on the shoulder.
"Use a little less strength, young man!"
Pirlo grimaced in mock protest.
Huang Kaiwen sat down and spoke unsympathetically: "I didn’t notice your age during our holiday vacation."
Back then, Pirlo was having a great time playing with college girls.
"That’s because I’ve aged quite rapidly recently,"
Pirlo defended himself.
"Alright, old man who’s not even 30 yet,"
Huang Kaiwen nodded and picked up the menu to order for himself and Kaka.
"Let me congratulate you in advance."
Pirlo changed the subject.
"I still don’t know if I will win the award,"
"Don’t give me that, Mr. World Football is much easier to guess than the Ballon d’Or. Fabio Cannavaro is unlikely to win, Paul’s World Cup performance will split his votes, and even without Paul, he wouldn’t beat you,"
Pirlo stated with conviction.
Mr. World Football had many votes based on personal feelings and impulsive decisions.
As for the votes based on personal feelings, well, that’s about connections.
Beyond those, the players wouldn’t seriously study the performance of the nominees. Being players themselves, they have similar schedules and no time to watch that many games.
They basically vote based on impression and fame.
Huang Kaiwen’s activities, both on and off the field, dominated the front pages of mainstream European football countries’ newspapers, plus highlights and praise from all the famous pundits, his fame far exceeded that of the average competitor.
That’s why Pirlo made such a judgment.
"Alright, if I win the award, we’ll celebrate together during the holidays."
Huang Kaiwen extended an invitation.
"Forget it, we’ve already made plans,"
Since they had plans, Huang Kaiwen didn’t insist.
The dinner conversation revolved around fresh news from the Milan locker room, and it wasn’t until near the end of the meal that the young lady came downstairs to find Huang Kaiwen.
"Do you want something to eat?"
"I’m not hungry, I won’t eat,"
the young lady shook her head.
Huang Kaiwen looking at the young lady’s visibly slimmer waistline, knew what was up.
It was all bloody Inzaghi’s fault.
The timing of the distribution of injuries was too coincidental; that’s why Barbara wanted to lose weight.
After dinner, the group planned to return to their rooms to rest for a bit.
He had just stood up when someone called out.
"Mr. Wenger, Thierry, what a coincidence,"
Huang Kaiwen turned and greeted the newcomers.
"Indeed, it is quite a coincidence,"
Wenger smiled elegantly: "In terms of Asian culture, this would be called fate. Quite intriguing, isn’t it? It might be a sign from the heavens guiding you to play for Arsenal."
Wenger had learned a lot about Asian culture when coaching in Japan.
Among football coaches, he was considered quite well-rounded.