Time flew.
In the blink of an eye.
Manchester United's China tour was over.
At the airport.
A sea of red seethed with excitement.
Morata looked utterly sincere. He had even taken the trouble to give his coach and teammates Chinese names during their stay. Now he eagerly signed autographs and posed for photos with fans, saying in broken Chinese, "Ever since I was a child, I've dreamed of making friends with Chinese fans."
The other Manchester United players were just as polite.
Ever since they had become Li Luo's teammates, never mind the honors, their commercial value around the world had soared!
On this trip to China, Lukaku had landed an advertisement for Golden Mulberry Throat Protector.
De Bruyne had received an offer to endorse Fuyan Clean men's intimate wash: "Protect your De Bruyne."
It was not just Chinese companies. European and American brands targeting the Asian market also came knocking, seeking endorsements from Manchester United players.
Fellaini had landed an endorsement for home hair clippers and shaved his prized Afro down to a buzz cut specifically for it.
Malanda had landed a sunscreen endorsement. Its slogan was: "Even black Bantu people need it."
The representatives of the China National Football Team who had come to see them off were filled with mixed emotions.
Assistant Coach Li blew at his fringe and shook his head.
Translator Zhao sighed.
"Man, Li Luo has helped all his Manchester United teammates reach this level. Even Lingard, Rashford, and Januzaj have been snapped up by Real Madrid, Barcelona, and Paris Saint-Germain. Why don't our national team players know how to ride his coattails?"
"Wasn't there a mid-table European club that wanted Wu Lei? They liked his movement, his awareness, and his timing when making runs."
"He can't go. His Chinese Super League