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

The Yellow Ball King has weathered many storms.

But it’s rare for him to recognize someone as his father, just like that.

Watching Inzaghi’s back, Huang Kaiwen couldn’t help but shiver.

He should take some time to advise Huang Libo not to slack off on his child’s education.

Huang Kaiwen decided to educate Inzaghi first, understanding Inzaghi would mean Edward won’t be too far off.

Inzaghi laughed heartily watching Kalkin messing with the bad guys on TV.

Huang Kaiwen spoke up: "Filippo."

"What’s up?"

Inzaghi asked without turning his head, munching on chips.

"I know you like to play, but as a player, you can’t meddle with football games."

Huang Kaiwen said.

Serie A is finally looking up, if something like this happens, it would be a huge blow.

"Of course, I know that."

Inzaghi turned his head and said, "Do you think I’m that kind of person?"

Huang Kaiwen:...

Who knows what you might be?

The Yellow Ball King also worries you’ll get twisted ideas after losing too much.

Those matches with uncertain outcomes, where do you get a red card faster yourself?

The reason they’re so strict about this is that it easily connects to match-fixing.

Even if you don’t bet on your own matches, you can still form alliances with other players. You bet on Naples, Hamsik bets on Milan.

Once caught doing this, a few years of suspension basically ruin your career.

As "Home Alone" finished playing on TV, Inzaghi immediately turned around and asked: "Should we go fishing? I found a good spot recently."

"Forget it."

Huang Kaiwen shook his head.

He’s not particularly interested in fishing; such activities don’t really play to his strengths.

The Yellow Ball King isn’t suited for such quiet, non-competitive activities.

"Then how about going to Sannetti’s restaurant for a meal and dine and dash?"

Inzaghi suggested.

Huang Kaiwen:...

Is Mr. Huang’s reputation really this cheap?

How much does Argentine barbecue even cost?

I suppose those reporters who hear about this would be happy to foot the bill for him; the news is worth more than a barbecue.

However, Huang Kaiwen also noticed that Inzaghi never acts like a celebrity.

He won’t tell you nonsense like cheap $300 socks and eyebrow pencils that never go up in price.

He always acts like an ordinary person, with hardly any idol baggage.

Just as Huang Kaiwen was thinking about what to do next, he received a phone call.

"Okay, I got it."

Huang Kaiwen hung up the phone within seconds.

Inzaghi asked curiously: "What happened? Anything going on?"

"Yes."

Huang Kaiwen tossed the phone aside and said: "The advertising standards bureau contacted the manufacturer. They don’t understand the meaning of the ad and couldn’t tell it’s for chocolate. So the manufacturer called to ask if they can make some changes."

The Yellow Ball King’s contract conditions are pretty strict, wanting to change his lines or scenes requires prior communication, otherwise, he’ll end up in court.

"Those parasites should really focus on other things, not this. Last time I saw a really interesting ad, and it got banned soon after."

Inzaghi murmured.

Huang Kaiwen always feels that what Inzaghi considers interesting and what he understands is different.

An ad that can be banned even in Italy, besides sensitive topics, it might be that the content is too mature for children.

Considering Inzaghi’s character, Huang Kaiwen thinks this possibility is very high.

Around noon, Ramos came over with some fruit.

"Catania prickly pear? It isn’t ripe this time of year, is it?"

Huang Kaiwen asked curiously.

The prickly pear has a tangy and sweet taste, like a hybrid of lemon and watermelon, with the cotton-like texture of watermelon.

Importantly, this fruit only ripens in August and September, with just a month’s picking period.

"I saw a vendor by the roadside selling them; he said it’s a new variety that matures early."

Ramos said with a smile.

"Then you’ve been fooled, young man."

Inzaghi glanced over decisively.

"How is that possible? That vendor seemed very trustworthy."

Ramos responded skeptically, rushing to wash the fruit.

Inzaghi pursed his lips and said: "I went to other people’s orchards when I was a kid; unripe ones looked like this. Why didn’t you taste one before buying?"

Ramos quickly took a piece and put it in his mouth—sure enough, it was sour and astringent.

Feeling embarrassed, Ramos cursed: "Next time I’m never trusting those bastards again."

Inzaghi covered his mouth, laughing secretly at one side.

He never trusts roadside vendors; if a shop has a problem, at least you can find someone.

With a mobile stall, forget it.

"Don’t be like that, Sergio."

Huang Kaiwen advised: "Most people in the world are good. But next time you can taste it before buying."

Ramos sulkingly threw all the prickly pears into the yard as fertilizer; Huang Kaiwen didn’t stop him, they’re inedible when unripe, but at least it counts as waste utilization.

The group played some Pro Evolution Soccer together. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Albert came over with unexpected guests.

Though surprised, Huang Kaiwen quickly stood up to greet them with a smile: "Massimo, Milly, welcome."

"Kevin, didn’t you know we were coming."

Milly Moratti looked at her husband rather crossly and said: "I said it was too sudden, you might not pay attention after an UEFA Champions League match."

"My bad."

Huang Kaiwen straightforwardly admitted: "Albert mentioned it briefly yesterday, but I was a bit tired before bed and forgot."

"See."