Chapter 2348 - 596: One Hundred Years of Solitude
The oil tycoons really don’t lack money.
They also know that Huang Kaiwen is unlikely to go to Inter Milan.
But they still made an offer.
This is like buying prestige with a huge price.
What if the Yellow Ball King actually agrees? They really can put up 500 million.
Just like the classic open schemes in history books, no matter what happens, they have gains.
Huang Kaiwen doesn’t really care.
After all, there is a long future ahead, just because he brushed against the Yellow Ball King doesn’t mean there won’t be consequences.
The big shot will eventually pay the price.
What worries Huang Kaiwen more is Inzaghi.
This guy is kind of terrifying.
When Emilia Clarke saw that Huang Kaiwen was worried, she pulled him and asked: "Why is there no one here?"
"It should be closed, right."
Huang Kaiwen said: "After all, it’s royal property, besides competitions, maybe only the royal family and nobles can come to have fun."
The British royal family doesn’t seem to have much money on the surface.
But they actually have quite a lot of assets.
This must have turned from overt to covert.
"Then let’s go horseback riding."
Emilia suggested.
Huang Kaiwen thought this was a good idea.
But once he was actually riding, he found it very exhausting.
In martial arts novels, there’s always this kind of scene, with the unchanging Huang Rong as a protagonist.
This man is either righteous or evil, or simply Huang Rong’s apprentice or Yang Guo, the two of them jolting on horseback, with Huang Rong’s water pouch spilling all the way.
Originally, this kind of environment would be quite thrilling.
But because Emilia kept talking, distracting Huang Kaiwen,
the ride went on and on without ending.
"You, how do you plan to deal with that Geralda, huh..."
Emilia asked softly.
"I don’t even know him."
Huang Kaiwen rolled his eyes and said.
"But the ones who offend you never have a good ending!" Emilia said, encircling Huang Kaiwen’s neck, as the two sat facing each other on horseback for better exertion.
Huang Kaiwen laughed and patted Emilia, this girl truly impresses for knowing what she wants from a young age.
Far smarter than ordinary people.
Huang Kaiwen explained: "Football is my foundation, the impact of this sport is significant, so evaluations from football professionals are entirely different from other sports. Sometimes I don’t even intend to, but people around me handle it for me, like Sergio, in such cases there’s only one right side, so of course I choose Sergio. This can also serve as a warning to others, I haven’t provoked them, so don’t think of gaining fame through criticizing me, otherwise more and more flies will come."
Fang Zhouzi is a great example.
You criticize Han Han for not having gone to university, how can he write about university life?
𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
By his logic, there would be no novels in the world.
Liu is accused of plagiarism, Gu Long is accused of plagiarism, Rowling is accused of plagiarism, since martial arts, sci-fi or fantasy, these people haven’t experienced it themselves.
Does he not know that people have imagination?
He knows!
But such people will ignore all other factors and bite down hard once they latch onto one piece of evidence.
He’s barefoot, you’re wearing shoes.
He benefits no matter what.
So dealing with such people, there’s no need to distinguish right from wrong, as long as there are consequences.
The consequences are severe enough, others will think twice.
"So are you saying you can ignore other sports?"
Emilia asked.
"Not exactly, if they’re just talking casually, it doesn’t really matter." Huang Kaiwen said, "Many people on the Internet dislike me, am I supposed to hit them over the internet wire by wire?"
Emilia was a bit skeptical.
Huang Kaiwen didn’t bother to explain.
He seldom targets others.
But when he does, he doesn’t leave any room for his opponent.
In all those movies he watched growing up, where victory seemed assured, the protagonist ends up giving a big speech, thereby allowing the opponent a chance to turn the tables.
Like Van der Vaart.
This wasn’t even initiated by Huang Kaiwen himself.
But he would still support those few martial heroes.
Challenging the coach’s authority is fatal for a temporary coach.
The European Cup lasts just over 20 days, not like a club season.
Huang Kaiwen doesn’t have the time to play the gentleman, even if there hadn’t been a physical altercation in the locker room or even if he hadn’t cuckolded Boulahrouz.
Even if Van der Vaart always treaded carefully not to make mistakes, he wouldn’t get another chance.
Huang Kaiwen always knew the limits of how far things should go.
Like clowns such as Geralda, Huang Kaiwen couldn’t even be bothered with them.
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San Marino Villa.
The place where Bei was exposed partying with models.
Also his most frequented residence.
In the study.
Barbara sat on the sofa, toying with a Sicilian blood orange, which inadvertently splattered juice.
Bei propped his chin with both hands, just watching Barbara.
Neither father nor daughter spoke first.
"I remember when you were young, I was very busy with business, there weren’t many adults at home, Pierre often took care of you and your siblings."
Bei lit a cigar, breaking the silence.
"If taking care means mocking me alongside the women he dates, then yes."
Barbara wiped her hands on the expensive sofa, causing Bei’s eyelids to twitch.
"Pierre doesn’t like me, the child of another woman, neither does Marina."
The young lady said, looking at him.
"But you’re still a family, blood is thicker than water. There’s no deep-seated hatred within family, you should help Pierre in his time of need."
Bei continued speaking to himself.
Barbara continued to use the sofa to wipe her hands, seemingly not listening.
"You are the most outstanding among the children, I always thought you could shoulder the family responsibilities..."
"Come on, Pierre is the vice chairman of the board."