第14章 大小姐的改变(感谢灯花阑珊R的打赏!!!!!)

"Ah, ah, ah... I, I, Greece won the championship!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Barbara's high-pitched voice carried far into the distance. Huang Kaiwen looked pained; if she squeezed any harder, he was afraid something might snap.

On the television, Cristiano Ronaldo was covered in tears, tasting the bitterness of defeat for the first time. But he didn't need to worry; he would have plenty more opportunities to cry soon enough.

Huang Kaiwen was not at all surprised by this result.

Barbara, who was clinging to him for dear life, was laughing and crying at the same time. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought she was a Greek princess.

"Alright, alright, it's just a championship."

Huang Kaiwen patted her back to comfort the excited Barbara.

Barbara's eyes were red as she looked up at Huang Kaiwen with deep affection and said, "Tomorrow, I'll buy this villa for you, and you must remember to collect the rent from the club every month."

Huang Kaiwen shrugged. What else could he say?

The young lady was already stealing from her own family; naturally, he was strongly in favor of it.

If it were exposed by La Gazzetta dello Sport that the club owner's daughter was buying him a house to live in, and that he was then charging the club rent and utility fees for his own property, Berlusconi would probably have a hard time accepting it, right?

Huang Kaiwen remembered that his heart wasn't in the best shape. He hoped he would be strong.

Huang Kaiwen, who had been submerged in Barbara's enthusiasm, didn't get up until the next afternoon.

He had specifically checked: William Hill had an annual income of over 200 million pounds, so they shouldn't welsh on the bet. However, it would definitely sting. He hoped they would learn their lesson. If they didn't, Huang Kaiwen would choose to retire early and give them a taste of what he had done during the Leicester City miracle—betting on football until he became a major shareholder.

When he took Barbara to collect the winnings that afternoon, William Hill had long been prepared, even inviting several reporters for publicity. This was the nature of capitalists; when losses were inevitable, they chose to maximize their interests.

Turning 2.2 million euros into 178.2 million—was there any better gimmick than that?

Barbara was now a living advertisement for the myth of getting rich through football.

They were preparing to trick a bunch of gamblers into betting on long-shot league upsets to recoup their losses.

Leagues weren't as prone to upsets as cup competitions; they required long-term stability. Even if a small team's starting lineup caught fire, their lack of depth during rotations and injury spells meant they still couldn't win the title. That was why people talked about the "Kaiserslautern miracle"—if miracles were that easy to come by, they wouldn't be called miracles. Usually, when small teams caught fire, they at most secured a European qualification spot.

Moreover, league outcomes were highly manipulatable. Before the Calciopoli scandal, it wasn't easy to topple the "Holy Alliance" formed by Juventus and AC Milan in Italian football. In leagues like La Liga, one could offer third-party bonuses to encourage opponents to snipe at title contenders.

In short, even if they suffered a huge loss this time, they had ways to earn it back.

Therefore, the staff didn't make things difficult for Barbara when she cashed the ticket; instead, they were all smiles and provided dedicated service.

After receiving the check, the young lady was still dazed.

She had never lacked money growing up, but she had never had this much at once. Having nearly 200 million euros suddenly made her feel like it wasn't real.

Fortunately, the presence of reporters helped her pull herself together.

She had received training for this since she was a child; the young lady was very experienced in dealing with the press.

After taking the check and showing it off, she smiled and said, "I was able to get 178.2 million euros because of Kaiwen. He told me a lot about Otto Rehhagel, and he felt that Greece could win the championship. I thought, since that's the case, why not give it a try? So I bet on Greece. I believe in Kaiwen, and the results are what you see. Dating? I suppose so. It's not up to me to say; you'll need to ask him."

Huang Kaiwen, a seasoned "scumbag" the moment he opened his mouth, smiled and said, "Barbara and I are good friends. Please don't misunderstand our relationship. She is a friendly and enthusiastic girl who made me feel the warmth of the AC Milan family after I first arrived in Milan."

The reporters rolled their eyes.

The bed in the hotel room you two stayed in was broken, and you still call it a friendship? Do you think we'll believe that?

But there was nothing they could do since Huang Kaiwen said so.

On the way back, Barbara was dissatisfied with his statement and sat with a dark face, refusing to speak.

Huang Kaiwen, who had written for female-oriented and urban genres for a while, was no low-EQ geek. In his past life, he didn't go out because he was busy with work; even a "tentacle monster" needed a lot of time to type 20,000 to 30,000 words a day.

However, he had to set the tone; he couldn't let Barbara have the wrong idea.

"I'm doing this for your own good."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

The young lady slammed on the brakes, then turned to glare at him, asking angrily, "What do you mean for my own good? You just don't want to take responsibility."

Huang Kaiwen: ...

Excuse me, is there a saying in Europe that sleeping together requires taking responsibility?

Of course, he wouldn't ask that, or he would likely anger Barbara.

Huang Kaiwen said earnestly, "Your father is a man of status. He won't allow you to date a player, especially an Asian player. I don't want to put you in a difficult position."

Huang Kaiwen didn't say the ugly part.

But Barbara knew her father was a racist.

Thinking of this, she felt very uncomfortable.

However, in the face of love and freedom, her father wasn't that important. If one cannot love, one might as well die!

The works of so many romantic poets had already made this point clear. Barbara suddenly felt she was a modern-day Juliet.

She started driving again, but Barbara fell into silence.

Huang Kaiwen wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He had managed to bluff his way through it.

Even if he were to live off a woman, he couldn't let himself get trapped.

Qian Zhongshu once said: Marriage is a besieged fortress; those outside want to get in, and those inside want to get out.

Huang Kaiwen had no intention of entering the fortress in this life.

After returning home, Barbara actually chose to read a book.

She was clearly stimulated.

Recalling the latest fate he had seen for Barbara, Huang Kaiwen took the initiative to recommend books like the Thirty-Six Stratagems to her.

The next morning, he prepared to get up and watch movies to learn a few tricks, so it would be convenient to "get injured" after returning to team training. After all, his experience card had expired.

When he checked the system, his fate points had actually increased by 10!

It was still Barbara.

[Significantly changed the fate of future Milan chairwoman Barbara.]

He clicked on the fate display below.

Images appeared immediately.

[Barbara listened to your words and felt they made a lot of sense. She stopped reading fashion magazines and started reading military strategy instead.]

[Following your advice, Barbara made some investments, earned a lot of money, and bought a year-long headline package for the two of you in Italian newspapers. Even if you don't play football, you are the world's number one star in the eyes of the Italian media.]

[Berlusconi discovered her potential and felt that Barbara was a good successor.]

[Barbara found ways to make her older brother and sister lose points; she successfully seized power and took control of Milan.]

[After Shevchenko left the team, you switched to number 7. Barbara decided to retire the number 7 jersey once you stopped playing.]

[Barbara successfully made it onto the Forbes top 100. Under Barbara's control, Milan had money when it needed money and people when it needed people. And you were Milan's biggest connection. Barbara even had Milan sign your cousins. Kaka had a lot in common with you in this regard.]

[Although Barbara was very dissatisfied with your philandering, she still loved you deeply. Moreover, your physique was too good, and she couldn't handle it herself; sometimes she would even take the initiative to introduce friends to you.]

[Because you spent someone else's money to buy a plane, Barbara was very angry. She earnestly told you that a man should spend his own money, otherwise he would be looked down upon. Milan offered you a 40-million-euro contract, and Milan, along with construction companies and other Berlusconi family enterprises, gave you astronomical endorsement deals.]

[The opposition factions united, preparing to resist the two of you and your rule over Milan. But Milan was already completely controlled by Barbara. Their protests had no effect, and at her suggestion, the Italian media frantically condemned the "atrocities" of the fans. To spite the fans, she announced that your salary would increase by 10% every year. Although UEFA frequently fined Milan, the wealthy Barbara didn't care at all, even asking if there was a discount for prepaying 10 years of fines.]

[You played for 15 years and felt it was meaningless, so you chose to retire. But your son was still in the Milan youth team. A few years later, he received a 10-million-euro contract for his first professional deal and inherited your number 7 jersey. Milan fans wailed and cried, never expecting that even after you left, someone would still inherit your VIP seat in the stands. The club would forever have one person fewer registered.]

[Later, your grandson also became a Milan star. Your family and the Maldini family could be called the two great legendary families of Milan.]

[In 2070, your descendants were still playing for Milan. Unfortunately, he was very talented and failed to inherit the family's fine tradition of only taking money and not playing. Barbara lived to be 96. On her deathbed, she asked to be buried with you in the future. You agreed, and she left the world with a smile.]