After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 1735 - 470: Guardiola’s Alchemy Workshop
Huang Kaiwen glanced again, noticing that the Italian media isn’t all that enthusiastic about tabloid news.
The main thing is that Italians and Brits have different attitudes.
The Brits pretend to be proper but love peeking into others’ private lives.
Italians are more open about personal life, and it’s the same with the Spanish, so the tabloid news about stars doesn’t get that much attention.
"Let’s go, Kevin."
Ramos entered and reminded.
"Why are you driving again, Sergio?"
Huang Kaiwen asked.
"The coach told me to take a break, I’ve been practicing too much."
Ramos said with a smile.
"Then let’s go."
The driver had already arrived.
The Yellow Ball King naturally wasn’t going to stay home any longer.
On the way to Milanello, Ramos played a song by MCFLY in the car.
"Still listening to them, feeling homesick for London, Sergio?"
Sitting in the passenger seat, Huang Kaiwen asked with a smile.
"No, it’s just that they performed at our event once, and I quite like their songs."
Ramos replied.
He’s always liked rock music.
Or rather, he enjoys a lot of different styles of music.
The car’s MP3 finished playing "JUST MY LUCK," and suddenly a familiar tune started playing.
Huang Kaiwen thought he misheard it, but then he heard Chinese lyrics.
"Who’s singing and warming the loneliness..."
Ling Hua’s voice was very penetrating, and Zeng Yi was singing along.
Huang Kaiwen didn’t expect Ramos to have such taste, thinking he could join in the square dancing after retirement.
"I feel like their songs are pretty good, the melody is catchy."
Ramos explained proactively.
Huang Kaiwen nodded.
At least this group is unlikely to have any scandals.
It’s not like their songs would suddenly disappear one day.
The entertainment industry is volatile; things can change overnight.
Kunkun’s been staying strong for quite a while now.
After arriving at the locker room, Huang Kaiwen saw Inzaghi sitting there.
"What are you doing, being all sneaky?"
Huang Kaiwen asked curiously.
"I have something to discuss with you."
Inzaghi replied.
"Then go ahead!"
Huang Kaiwen said.
Inzaghi looked at Ramos and said, "Let’s find someplace more private."
"Alright, you go get changed, Sergio."
Huang Kaiwen said.
He was very curious about what Inzaghi wanted to discuss.
The two left the locker room and walked to the end of the hall.
Inzaghi asked, "Kevin, do you bring a gold bar when playing away games?"
"Gold bar? Why would I bring that, to bribe the opponent’s goalkeeper?"
Huang Kaiwen asked irritably.
He thought it was some sort of "Feiyang Plan" involving gold bars.
"So you definitely don’t bring a gold bar when playing away games?"
Inzaghi confirmed again.
"No!"
Huang Kaiwen asked suspiciously, "Did you find a gold bar at an away match?"
Inzaghi quickly covered Huang Kaiwen’s mouth and looked around, saying, "That’s right, don’t let anyone else hear. I’ve asked many people, and it’s not theirs."
"So what do you want me to do?"
Huang Kaiwen asked.
Gold bars are usually small, not like a country’s bank reserve.
Is it really something to get worked up about?
Inzaghi took a gold bar out of his pocket, and Huang Kaiwen was stunned; it was larger than he expected.
"Since no one lost it, then there’s no owner."
Inzaghi whispered, "I found it in your locker, so I’m giving you half."
Huang Kaiwen: ...
"Forget it, you keep it."
Huang Kaiwen said.
Though it seems sizeable, maybe over a hundred grams, it’s not big money for players.
If it makes Inzaghi this happy, let him enjoy it.
During the morning training, Huang Kaiwen noticed quite a few people were missing.
Lately, the injury wave in Milan has been absurd, being a major international team in a tournament year; with bad luck, it’s not just about winning the championship, but losing key players can even mean dropping out of the UEFA Champions League.
After lunch.
Guardiola specifically came to see Huang Kaiwen.
"Coach, is there something you need?"
Huang Kaiwen asked.
"Let’s go to my office."
Guardiola said.
Huang Kaiwen followed behind Guardiola without understanding what was going on, wondering what the issue might be.
Once in the office, Guardiola handed a bottle of sparkling water from Barcelona to Huang Kaiwen.
"Kevin, the Ballon d’Or is coming up. This year Mr. World Football and the Ballon d’Or are merged, it’s not hosted by ’French Football,’ you know that, right?" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
Guardiola asked, sitting on the sofa.
He chose not to sit behind the desk to avoid creating distance.
"Yes, coach, I know."
Huang Jiawen nodded and said, "This is a good thing for me, at least I don’t have to attend the award ceremony twice in a season."
Guardiola shook his head with a smile.
Other players would love to win awards every day, but Huang Kaiwen finds it a hassle.
Indeed, people are different.
"You shouldn’t have any problem this year; the Spanish National Team doesn’t have any standout players, but they’ve been performing solidly." Guardiola said.
"It doesn’t really matter to me."
Huang Kaiwen said, "Winning or not makes no difference to me; I hope the team wins the championship, that’s what matters."
"It’s best if we win the championship, and you take home the first merged Ballon d’Or."
Guardiola said.
"Is this the only reason you called me over, coach?"
Huang Kaiwen asked.
There was no way such a small thing would warrant a call to the office from Guardiola.
Guardiola stood up and pulled out a box from under his desk, and seeing it, Huang Kaiwen’s nerves went numb.
Did Bald Guard just rob a temple?
"I want to ask if this box can make money on its own."
Guardiola asked.
"Ah."
Huang Kaiwen thought for a moment and nodded, "In a way, yes, but it needs to be placed in a suitable context."
