After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 1739 - 471: Kevin’s Tea’s Newest Spokesperson
In the morning, Huang Kaiwen felt a headache and walked downstairs, holding his head.
Albert had already prepared breakfast and said, "Sir, today’s coffee is stronger."
In Italy, coffee is a good remedy for hangovers.
"Okay, thank you, Albert."
Huang Kaiwen hung his arm over the back of the chair and said weakly.
Yesterday, Abbiati, who scored a goal, was too excited; Huang Kaiwen, who doesn’t drink much, was coaxed into drinking a lot.
If it weren’t for Yellow Ball King’s good constitution, he might have had to make himself throw up.
Some people just love drinking; previously, Huang Kaiwen saw some older guys playing games in internet cafes, drinking several bottles without eating anything.
But Huang Kaiwen is the type who doesn’t really enjoy drinking; he might drink a little if the atmosphere calls for it.
Ordinarily, if there’s nothing worth celebrating, he certainly wouldn’t drink.
Drinking too much only makes the head ache, heart race, without that kind of enjoyable feeling others get.
"Leboeuf called yesterday and said he would visit today."
Albert reminded.
"If you hadn’t mentioned it, I’d have forgotten."
Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.
Frank Leboeuf was one of the members when France won the World Cup in ’98, he used to play for Chelsea.
He’s already one of Chelsea’s few noteworthy legends.
When players like Terry retire, Chelsea’s legendary lineup will feel more impressive.
Huang Kaiwen has met Leboeuf several times; his son is a fervent fan of Yellow Ball King.
Leboeuf looks a bit fierce, but his children are quite well-mannered, likely inherited from his wife.
After drinking a cup of coffee, Huang Kaiwen felt much clearer.
This coffee, brewed using a Moka pot, extracts the essence of coffee through steam pressure passing directly through the coffee grounds, making it particularly rich and with a layer of grease on the surface.
The aroma is appealing, but it’s truly bitter.
In the newspaper, Huang Kaiwen saw some organizations protesting again.
With Italy’s economy declining, some people’s lives are undoubtedly tough.
The female unemployment rate is increasing, and fewer people are spending money on them, leading to heightened emotions.
Huang Kaiwen has always felt the Soviet Union truly adhered to gender equality; unfortunately, no European organization mentions things there since the Soviets really sent women into mines.
Some slogans are just for privilege, not genuinely aiming for labor distribution and equal pay for equal work.
"Has the theft at the Russian museum been resolved yet?"
Huang Kaiwen curiously asked.
"No, Sir, it’s been over half a month now."
Albert replied.
He is well-informed about international affairs and local news.
Huang Kaiwen silently calculated, damn!
Over half a month ago was when Chelsea played away in Moscow.
Could it be Boas and his team were behind it?
Probably.
Otherwise, why would someone visit the museum seeking random things, instead of taking the Tsar’s treasures?
Not many collectors are willing to pay a high price for Rasputin’s relics, right?
It’s not like having a big relic at home would make you grow big too.
The food supplement theory was already proven wrong by Liben; what you eat doesn’t decide what you grow.
After breakfast.
Huang Kaiwen rested for a while and swam 200 meters to adjust his mental state.
In front of his fans, he absolutely cannot show a lackluster appearance. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
Around ten in the morning.
Leboeuf’s family paid a visit.
Frank Leboeuf embraced Huang Kaiwen warmly and said, "Thank you for the match tickets, Kevin, the two were very happy."
"It’s just a small gesture."
Huang Kaiwen smiled and asked, "How are you finding Milan, any fun?"
"It’s terrible here, a lot of pickpockets, it reminds me of Paris."
Joseph Leboeuf said.
"Hey, don’t say that."
Frank Leboeuf scolded his son.
"He didn’t say anything wrong."
Huang Kaiwen put his arm around Joseph’s shoulder and greeted his sister, "Yade, why aren’t you greeting me?"
"Kevin."
Yade Leboeuf said with a shy smile.
She has grown into a beautiful young lady now.
"Don’t be so formal, make yourselves comfortable."
Huang Kaiwen invited.
Albert went to prepare some refreshments.
Joseph asked, "Uncle Kevin, can I go play games?"
"Of course, you can play whatever you like!"
Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.
"That’s awesome!"
Joseph cheered and ran to the TV, rummaging through Huang Kaiwen’s game discs, far more than those at his home.
"You’re making trouble for me."
Frank Leboeuf said with a wry smile, "That kid doesn’t like studying much."
"Oh dear."
Huang Kaiwen exaggeratedly said, "I didn’t expect you to say that; do you like studying? Is learning the only way to survive in this world? Everyone’s talents are different."
"You always manage to persuade people."
Frank Leboeuf said helplessly.
"I’m the captain, you know."
Huang Kaiwen said, smiling.
"Yes, you’re the captain indeed."
Frank Leboeuf said, "I recently met Mr. Ancelotti in London; he seems quite insightful, the current team status seems decent."
"I’ve heard as much."
Huang Kaiwen said noncommittally.
Fat Ancelotti has once again used Ashley Cole, raising the local team spirit.
Although Bale gets some opportunities, it’s undoubtedly less gratifying compared to Mourinho’s time.
If it weren’t for the awkwardness in courting the old club again, Huang Kaiwen would have wanted Gagliani to bring Bale over to play full-back.
Let Buffon also experience the thrill Cech feels.
