Later.

This is the place Milan booked in advance for the celebration.

The hotel also temporarily declined bookings for this day.

It was a mutual understanding; Milan booked the place at less cost and served as advertising.

His Majesty the Emperor somehow got hold of a sword and sliced off the bottle neck and cork with flair.

Then, without worrying about the sharp bottle edge, he just wildly sprayed it around.

"You know, some diseases can be transmitted through blood,"

Gattuso joked.

After all, the team had medical check-ups; Inzaghi’s health was definitely fine.

Inzaghi paused for a moment and asked, "Which disease?"

Then he reacted and chased Gattuso with the bottle like mad.

"Pele?"

Seeing the old soccer king, Huang Kaiwen was a bit surprised.

"Mind if I crash the party for some food and drinks?"

Pele jokingly said.

"Of course not; everyone would be very happy to have you."

Huang Kaiwen replied with a smile.

Having a soccer legend at the championship celebration was quite an honor.

The players were very welcoming to Pele.

After exchanging greetings with the Milan Players, Pele sat beside Huang Kaiwen.

Ramos poured Macallan whisky for the two, not a great vintage.

Nobody drinks hundreds of thousands of Euros’ worth of alcohol casually.

They’re mostly for show, to impress others.

With the glass in hand, Pele pointed at the drunk van Persie and said, "I had a friend once as talented as him, but he was ruined by alcohol and women."

"Little Bird Galincha? Robin wasn’t as exceptional as Galincha, although he was already great."

Huang Kaiwen then asked, "Why did you start drinking?"

Pele shook his head and said, "At my age, it would be odd not to drink. I’ve experienced many wonders of the world; now, most of it is just reminiscing."

As you age, your body isn’t as good.

It’s inevitable to have some other thoughts.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t bother persuading.

As long as he and his family are well, that’s enough for a lifetime.

Just like Burger King enjoying burgers, he preferred satisfying his own cravings to playing a few more years, and it wasn’t a big deal. The only issue was he hadn’t retired yet and hurt Real Madrid a little.

"Come, come, I’ll, I’ll perform for you guys by finishing three bottles of vodka in one breath,"

van Persie jumped onto the table and said.

He was already unsteady.

But the atmosphere was such that many players were egging him on.

They weren’t quite sober at this moment either.

"Get Robin back; I don’t want to see him go to the hospital for gastric lavage."

Huang Kaiwen said.

Winning the championship is joyous, but going to the ICU would spoil the celebration.

Going to the hospital would surely make the headlines, and that would be a joke.

Ramos immediately turned and walked over.

With one foot on the stool for leverage, he leaped onto the stool.

The already drunk van Persie hadn’t noticed anyone behind him, still gesturing with his bottle.

Ramos gave a swift tap on the back of his head, catching van Persie as he came off the stool.

Huang Kaiwen:...

Pele:...

"Is he always this straightforward?"

Pele asked curiously.

"Being straightforward has its benefits."

Huang Kaiwen chuckled awkwardly and said, "At least it can achieve the goal faster."

The old soccer king casually picked up a bottle of champagne and asked, "Want to take a walk?"

Huang Kaiwen immediately got up and followed.

As for why Pele didn’t take the whisky, he could guess that with him.

Seeing Pele leaning on the terrace, Huang Kaiwen quickly walked over, discreetly standing beside Pele to prevent him from falling.

Pele pointed at Huang Kaiwen and laughed, "You think I’m old and need cautious care, afraid of hurting my self-esteem, right?"

"You’re overthinking it."

Huang Kaiwen moved slightly aside and said, "I just feel that being closer to a soccer king might improve my skills."

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

Long settled in New York, Pele couldn’t help but burst in English, saying, "If your skills improve any further, football will become your own sport."

"Well, it basically is now."

Huang Kaiwen shrugged.

Besides Kaka taking a Ballon d’Or, he hadn’t lost any personal honors playing.

Pele poured Huang Kaiwen a glass of champagne, then took a deep swig from the bottle himself.

Glug, glug...

After several gulps, he set down the bottle and said with a trembling voice, "Two Ronnies, Romario, Kaka... to Neymar now, I don’t know if I’ll see the Brazilian Team lift the Hercules Cup again. I dream of Brazil winning the World Cup again; my country is hopeless, and I just wish soccer would thrive. Is such a request excessive, Kevin, is it excessive..."

Huang Kaiwen fell silent.

He knew the answer but didn’t want to tell Pele.

Thinking about the courageous World Cup-winning National Team made Huang Kaiwen melancholic too.

He turned and grabbed a bottle of Tailwind whisky from the table, an advertisement placement in the movie "Green Book," a cheap whisky that costs tens domestically.

Managing to capture some low-end market share from Chivas also showed their advertisement placement success.

After the movie aired, this whisky made plenty of money from the middle-class.

An old and young duo sat under Monaco’s starry sky, having a casual chat.

Each drinking their drinks.

Without a word exchanged.

In one’s life, regardless of your high status, some things remain unchangeable.

After some time.

Pele sobbingly recounted his childhood to Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen knew.

It was the elder expressing his reluctance and attachment to the world.

What he missed wasn’t that impoverished past, but the young lads running beside him.