I Bet Thirty Million on Germany to Win

Huang Kaiwen swung his leg for another volley. After flying through the air, the ball struck the lower part of the left post and returned to his feet.

Then, another kick.

The middle of the left post, thud.

After the ball bounced back, another kick, the upper part of the left post, thud!

Next came another kick, hitting the junction of the left post and the crossbar, just a hair above the dead corner, thud!

The fans in the stadium were stunned. What kind of genius player was this?

Never mind them; the players and coaches watching the live broadcast of today's unveiling ceremony on the channel owned by Berlusconi were all dumbfounded. Some players couldn't help but grab a ball and run to their own gardens, wanting to give it a try.

But after a few kicks, let alone hitting exactly where they aimed without moving, they couldn't even control the rebound force of the ball; they couldn't catch it at all.

Then, after finishing the left post, he started on the crossbar. Huang Kaiwen, who was having a great time today, suddenly felt his toe stub, and it hurt.

However, as the new king of swagger in Milan, he had to see things through. He calmly switched to his left foot and continued from the middle of the crossbar toward the right—thud, further right—thud, the junction of the crossbar and the post—thud... all the way to the bottom of the right post. After the ball bounced back, he kicked it high into the sky.

Although the singing continued, he had to move his position this time. Once the ball went into the sky, even with his invincible ball sense, he couldn't control it to land in the exact same spot due to the wind; at best, it would land nearby.

Singing the Milan Team Anthem, Huang Kaiwen took two small steps back, adjusted his position, and unleashed another volley.

To shoot the ball into the stands without hurting the fans, he specifically used a falling-leaf technique. Even Juninho could not replicate this shot of Huang Kaiwen's while volleying.

But with the bonuses from the strongest attributes of various top stars, Huang Kaiwen did it.

He didn't just do it; he did it perfectly.

The stands were sloped. His ball climbed upward, reached the height of the third tier, and began to descend, dropping directly into the arms of a young fan.

The doll-like little girl didn't expect such a gift from the sky and immediately hugged the ball, shouting with excitement. The nearby fans who had originally wanted to scramble for the ball saw that a child had gotten it and felt too embarrassed to make a move.

San Siro erupted in cheers once again.

"...Milan, Milan, I only wish to support you; Milan, Milan, forever for you." After Huang Kaiwen finished the last line of the twelfth repetition, the whole stadium cheered wildly.

The Milan fans chanted his name in perfect unison.

"Kaiwen!!!"

"Kaiwen!!!"

"Kaiwen!!!"

The unveiling ceremony lasted an hour, and during the self-demonstration, Huang Kaiwen's performance left them incredibly satisfied. This was absolutely the most spectacular unveiling ceremony in football history, one that had never been seen before and likely never would be again.

Ancelotti, who had been a player himself, watched Huang Kaiwen's performance and felt his own estimates were too conservative. Winning an unprecedented treble this season, then adding a European Super Cup next season for a quadruple, and if possible, winning three consecutive Champions League titles to replicate the miracle of Real Madrid in the early days of the European Cup.

From then on, he would reach the pinnacle of his life, though he wouldn't be able to marry a wealthy beauty again.

Just imagining himself standing at the Zurich Opera House for several consecutive years to receive the World Best Coach trophy made Ancelotti feel like his heart was about to explode.

Who would have thought that in this day and age, a genius player would deliver himself to his doorstep?

Ancelotti even suspected that he was God's favorite son.

When Huang Kaiwen handed the microphone to the staff and walked toward the player tunnel, the eyes of everyone in the club were different.

In competitive sports, strength is what matters most.

If a big-name player at a football club has a bad temper, he can even manipulate the club chairman.

No one wanted to offend a visibly super star.

Facing Huang Kaiwen, their attitude was ridiculously good.

"Kaiwen, would you like to tour the club? You didn't come to report earlier. Since you are a Milan fan, I believe you will be interested in the Milan trophy room."

"Sorry, I have a date with Barbara."

Hearing his words, the staff member felt it was so unfair.

The team's new player was not only handsome and good at football, but he had also hooked up with the boss's daughter as soon as he arrived.

They were both human, so why was the gap so big?

"By the way, I'm going to open a bank account later. Tell finance it's best to pay my salary today."

Huang Kaiwen, who was about to leave, reminded him.

Although spending Barbara's money was quite nice, it forcibly tied him to her.

Besides, having his own money didn't stop him from spending a woman's money.

Money is something you can spend from others, but you must have your own.

Under the gaze of several staff members, Huang Kaiwen got into Barbara's Mercedes.

He immediately heard a system prompt.

[Ding, a perfect unveiling. The system is about to upgrade to the King of Football System Deluxe Edition. Estimated upgrade time: 168 hours.]

Huang Kaiwen: ...

This damn thing seemed like a novel he had written once called My System Upgrades Infinitely.

He hadn't even played a formal match yet, and the system had already upgraded twice. Were there going to be a Super Deluxe Edition, a PRO version, a PLUS version, and a PRO MAX version later?

Whatever, let it be.

Even without the system, he was very happy now.

After no longer having to worry about his life, he really wasn't afraid of anything.

"Honey, you were amazing. Did you hear that? All the fans were mesmerized by you. You are simply the God of San Siro!" Barbara said with an excited look, showing no intention of driving.

Huang Kaiwen saw that she didn't even fasten her seatbelt, so he leaned over to help her, taking the opportunity to grope her.

"Naughty, we're still at the stadium entrance."

Barbara asked coquettishly, "Where are we going?"

"To open a bank account, so the club can pay me sooner."

"Okay."

Barbara listened and drove off directly.

Previously, Huang Kaiwen had said that sports cars were uncomfortable to sit in, so she had switched to a coupe today.

Barbara was a VIP, so the business was handled quickly. When the two came out of the bank, Barbara saw Huang Kaiwen looking at the shop next door and took the initiative to say, "Because the European Championship is about to start, they are all rushing to attract fans to place bets. Are you interested in this too?"

"It's alright."

Huang Kaiwen gave a vague answer. His heart almost jumped out when he saw the odds for Greece were 1:77.

But the club's money hadn't arrived yet, and he didn't want to talk to Barbara about this.

"Alright, then let's go back."

"Mm."

On the way back, Huang Kaiwen was distracted.

Because he saw a huge fortune right in front of him.

In this year's European Championship, Greece would miraculously win the title.

Otto Rehhagel, who had once created the Kaiserslautern miracle, would lead Greece to a miraculous European Championship victory within the next month. It would be the biggest upset in the history of the European Championship, and it would make "King Otto" a god in Greece, with power comparable to a monarch.

If he, Huang Kaiwen, didn't get in on this, he would be doing a disservice to himself.

After all, he was a fan of "King Otto."