After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 761 - 0281 Paul is not a good bird (please subscribe)_2

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Even victims of terrorism had their own special medals.

In Spain, fortunately, such medals were not awarded too often.

If it were America, they couldn’t make enough medals without producing tens of thousands of them each year.

This time, he received the Grand Commander of the Isabella Medal, which is the highest ranking and above it there was only the Grand Cross of Charlie III.

They hadn’t gone all the way to the top.

They must be thinking of giving him, Mr. Huang, another medal in the future.

His performance and contribution at Real Madrid definitely were not as outstanding as it had been in Italy and Milan.

But now as the Yellow Ball King with huge fame, and with La Liga’s big influence in South America, him playing in Spain definitely boosted La Liga’s influence there.

However, Huang Kaiwen felt it was probably more because of his fame in the Christian World, with Spain being a very pious country.

After the medal ceremony,

they went through the protocols and gathered at the main entrance of Za Palace for a group photo.

The two-year-old Princess Leonor suddenly reached out her hand towards Huang Kaiwen.

Princess Letizia with a smile said, "She seems to like you a lot, Kevin. Would you like to hold her?"

Huang Kaiwen didn’t speak, he simply reached out and took the princess.

The little girl was quite mischievous, playfully slapping his arms and giggling.

Click—

The photographer pressed the shutter several times, aiming to choose the best picture from them.

Then they proceeded to the living quarters.

Few windows, lots of mahogany, dim lighting, that was the royal living quarter.

After dining at the long table, primarily Huang Kaiwen and Barbara chatted with the royal family members.

Ramos didn’t quite dare to sit completely in his chair.

Huang Kaiwen found it funny.

Ramos was too nervous, it seemed.

He turned and whispered this to the young lady.

The young lady glanced at Ramos, nodded in agreement.

It’d be better to leave early in this situation, or else Ramos would be too uncomfortable.

When preparing to leave, Prince Felipe approached Huang Kaiwen.

"I’m a fan of Atlético Madrid, but you really are outstanding. You are the best player I have seen,"

Prince Felipe said.

"Thank you,"

Huang Kaiwen said with a nod and a smile.

"Actually, they discussed awarding you the Golden Fleece Medal. I heard my father and others discussing this matter earlier,"

Prince Felipe said.

"Okay, thanks for letting me know,"

Huang Kaiwen still maintained his smile.

Once they left Za Palace, he asked the young lady, "Why is that?"

"What?"

The young lady asked in confusion.

"I mean the Golden Fleece. Aren’t the members of the Order of the Golden Fleece all kings or political leaders?"

Huang Kaiwen asked.

He had perused Spain’s medal system before coming, naturally knowing about the Golden Fleece Medal.

It was Spain’s highest level of medal, and winners became members of the Order of the Golden Fleece.

"There’s nothing strange. I think even if you aren’t a member of the royal family, you deserve the Golden Fleece Medal,"

The young lady said, looking tenderly at Huang Kaiwen.

"Right, I think so too,"

Ramos added, nodding from behind.

Huang Kaiwen: ...

It wasn’t that Huang Kaiwen was being modest.

The European royalty naturally carried an air of arrogance, no matter how well they were doing, always feeling superior.

The entire Order of the Golden Fleece consisted of kings, queens, former tsars, and the like, so Huang Kaiwen really didn’t think he would receive the Golden Fleece Medal.

It didn’t matter much to him whether he got it or not.

He didn’t highly value that highest Spanish honor.

That evening after returning home, Huang Kaiwen removed the medals from his clothes and handed them to the old butler.

The old butler would clean them and then store them properly.

"Oh, there’s one more thing," 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

The young lady said.

"What’s that?"

Huang Kaiwen asked, standing by the window.

"Calderon hopes you can renew your contract soon,"

The young lady said with a smile.

"I really don’t want to extend the contract,"

Huang Kaiwen said, shaking his head.

"It shouldn’t require extending the contract; he agreed to hand over the remaining image rights that Real Madrid holds,"

The young lady said.

"That’s good. Just handle it,"

Huang Kaiwen said, nodding.

Currently, throughout the football world,

Only Real Madrid demands that players hand over half of their image rights; all other teams allow the players to retain their personal image rights.

This was unusual for Real Madrid.

The high exposure on a large platform meant even sharing a small part resulted in more benefits than having all in the past.

But he, Mr. Huang, was also exceptional!

That bit of image rights meant a lot of money, and not having full control over it was quite bothersome.

It was all money that he, Mr. Huang, had earned through hard work playing football, just to be shared away like that.

Huang Kaiwen was about to close the window, for the Madrid evenings were somewhat chilly, when a parrot flapped clumsily into the room.

"How did it fly in here?"

Barbara asked in surprise, not having seen it clearly.

"It didn’t fly in; it climbed in,"

Huang Kaiwen said resignedly.

African grey parrots aren’t very good at flying.

As the name suggests, they are originally from Africa and are likely domesticated.

He knew so much, thanks to Zhao hosting that television show.

"So, what do we do now?"

The young lady asked.

"Let’s just let it stay here for now, it’s too cold outside,"

Huang Kaiwen sighed and said.

"Let’s put it in the guest room then,"

The young lady suggested.

"Okay,"

Huang Kaiwen said, looking at the parrot perched on the windowsill, "Do you have a name?"

He then switched through a few languages, but the parrot didn’t respond.

The young lady couldn’t help but say, "This parrot doesn’t seem very lively and can’t even talk; could it have a low IQ?"

"Don’t know. Never mind,"

Huang Kaiwen said, reaching out and grabbing the 20-centimeter parrot without it trying to evade.