The More the Merrier

"Mm... stop messing around, let me sleep a little longer..."

In the master bedroom of the Formby villa, Chen Annuo kept his eyes closed and waved a hand at the air.

Sunlight streamed through the window, falling right across his face.

He turned over, buried his face in the pillow, and went still again.

Last night's celebration had truly gotten out of hand.

After the title parade, the entire team had been dragged by owner Khalid to a victory banquet.

The Middle Eastern tycoon had booked out the entire top-floor ballroom of the Hilton in downtown Liverpool, where champagne was piled up like mountains.

Khalid stood onstage in a tailored dark blue suit, his face glowing with excitement as he held up a microphone.

His opening words were, "You were outstanding this season. You made history, and I'm not a stingy man."

He truly was not stingy.

For the Premier League title, eight hundred thousand pounds per person.

For the FA Cup and League Cup, two hundred and fifty thousand pounds each.

For the UEFA Champions League title, 1.2 million pounds per person.

Plus a special five-million-pound bonus for the team, distributed according to playing time.

The money Khalid had thrown around in a single night was enough to buy two decent players.

He added from the stage, "Next year, the bonuses will double."

Before the players could even start cheering, he spoke again. "If you can win the septuple, I'll get every one of you a Bentley."

The room instantly erupted, with everyone shouting long live the boss.

Chen Annuo usually did not drink much, but that day, Mane and Robertson had dragged him into having a few drinks.

Mane somehow produced a bottle of tequila, claiming it was a specialty he had brought back from Mexico. The three