After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 1647 - 453: Master Huang’s New Trait

Huang Kaiwen decided, if Moratti can’t hold on, he’d introduce a big investor to Inter Milan.

The White Turban would make a good successor; maybe Moratti’s oil company could make some money, and the big shot might invite him to be an honorary chairman for the fame.

By then, Inter Milan would keep pouring money, turning into another Paris.

A truly wealthy backdrop, nothing could be better.

As a die-hard Inter Milan fan, Moratti should hope for a wealthy takeover too.

Sigh.

Huang Kaiwen stared at the ceiling.

Feeling like a great philanthropist.

Planning so early, at least it makes up for Moratti topping up a million-plus on the bubble tea card.

But before Inter Milan changes hands, he has to buy back the stadium shares first.

By then, they can lease to Inter Milan.

Anyway, whether the city hall earns or not, it’s still income.

Might as well let Milan make a little off Inter Milan; this money, the big shot can make back with a few barrels of oil.

Damn.

He’s truly devoted to the development of Serie A.

Huang Kaiwen feels he’s losing out.

Just drawing player and coach salaries, doing Milan’s director work, and now even responsible for Serie A’s environment.

After all, Milan is a Serie A team.

If the big environment is bad, Milan can’t hold on itself.

The Bundesliga and Ligue 1 are good examples.

Italy’s economic situation is much worse than those two countries.

At times like these, reliance on foreign aid is really needed.

Before lunch, Huang Kaiwen took his teammates to the hospital.

"Wow, look who’s here!"

Lying on the hospital bed, Fabio Cudicini joked.

"I heard it when I was on the phone with Carlo."

Huang Kaiwen said, putting down flowers and a fruit basket.

This Carlo refers to Chelsea’s backup goalkeeper, Cudicini.

Huang Kaiwen suddenly wondered how Ancelotti coaching Chelsea would address Cudicini with the same name.

"That kid has a big mouth, I told him not to spill. Plus, he lacks courage and fighting spirit on the field, staying as a backup in the United Kingdom for so long."

Fabio Cudicini complained.

The son is not at all like him.

His career has always progressed.

He joined Milan at 32 and won the Champions League with them.

"But under Kevin’s guidance, he won ten championships!"

Ramos said from behind.

The old Cudicini’s words stuck in his throat.

He has fewer UEFA Champions League medals than his son.

The old Cudicini looked at Huang Kaiwen, then at Buffon who came along.

Damn, choices really outweigh effort.

"Take good care, we all want to see you during the championship celebration."

Kaka said smilingly.

"Don’t worry big star, I’m fine."

The old Cudicini nodded, saying.

"By the way, what’s wrong with you?"

Ambrosini asked while sitting by the bed.

The old Cudicini hesitated for a long time without speaking.

Ambrosini asked worriedly: "It’s not cancer, right? If it’s serious, don’t hide it from us."

"Bullshit, hemorrhoids, it’s hemorrhoids!"

The old Cudicini shouted.

Can’t they tell from his obvious prone position?

"Ah, take care of yourself."

Ambrosini said awkwardly.

"We’re heading out, take care."

Huang Kaiwen said.

Today, he mainly called on teammates to come and see, since the old Cudicini is fine, he’s relieved.

Milan’s legends are still quite reliable.

The longer they live, the better.

Being mascots in the stands or whatever, lets fans worldwide see what heritage means.

Just a quick online search, they’re big stars from the last century.

"Want to go fishing?"

Inzaghi suggested.

He purposely put fishing gear in the car, with extra sets prepared.

"Forget it, I’m not interested in sitting by the river."

Huang Kaiwen said.

He hasn’t even prepared a helmet.

"Today’s weather isn’t good, looks like it’s going to rain."

Kaka said.

"Fishing in the rain tests skills, you don’t understand."

Inzaghi rolled his eyes, saying: "Think about it, battling against nature’s might for food, it’s comparable to the old man’s bravery."

"’The Old Man and the Sea’ is a book, the protagonist is Santiago."

Gattuso said.

"Yeah, you even fall asleep reading, yet have the nerve to criticize me." Inzaghi retorted.

"I’m gonna kill you, bastard!"

Gattuso charged at Pirlo, knowing only Pirlo in Milan knew about this.

During a National Team match, he brushed his teeth and went to bed with a book.

De Rossi hid under his bed, and that bastard Pirlo hid in the closet.

As he fell asleep reading, De Rossi jumped out to pin him down, while Pirlo made ghostly noises from the closet, almost scaring him into a heart attack.

Then he beat these two guys up fiercely.

Pirlo ran around teammates, not forgetting to taunt Gattuso, shouting: "Come on, the guy who loves wearing leopard-print pajamas."

"Ah, you’re dead!!!"

Gattuso shouted with open arms.

"These guys are so childish."

Huang Kaiwen complained.

Maldini, who hadn’t spoken, smiled and said: "That’s because you’re back; they can relax. Without winning the UEFA Champions League, with Inter Milan growing stronger, the team atmosphere was serious. Haven’t seen them mess around like this in a long time."

"Yes, it’s all because of Kevin!"

Kaka proudly said.

"Hey, hey."

Inzaghi grumbled: "We were just talking about fishing."

"I’m not going."

Huang Kaiwen said.

"Then I’m not going either."