Backstab from Barbara

<Young girl waits 8 hours at airport just to catch a glimpse of Kaka>

<Son of God returns to Milan, Rossoneri set sail for the new season>

<Nicola Pozzi loaned to Naples, a wasted talent finds a new beginning>

<Brodic Sandro, Milan signs Slovenian prodigy who survived the fires of war>

<Milan signs former Lyon player Vikash Dhorasoo on a free transfer>

Talented defender Abate joins Naples on loan

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Entering July, Milan became one of the protagonists of Italian football. Although they weren't as extravagant as their city rivals, who had signed Burdisso, Mihajlovic, Ze Maria, Favalli, Cambiasso, and Davids in quick succession, Milan did not fall behind in terms of sheer quantity.

Galliani now possessed the flair of a professional cyclist, having spent only 1.5 million euros in transfer fees for all his new signings, including Huang Kaiwen—excluding Stam. Surprisingly, they had signed more players than Inter.

Stuck at home, Huang Kaiwen could only play PS2 and computer games. Bored, he would shout in Stone Age, "SHIFT + right-click to duplicate pets," and as soon as a pet was dropped, he would snatch it up, letting the youngsters who had just discovered the internet experience the cruelty of human nature.

Although he would return them later, it left a lasting psychological shadow on these green, internet-addicted teenagers.

In the early days of online gaming, scams were endless. Naive youths always fantasized that the "wife" behind the virtual character was just busy with exams, not that she had borrowed their +4 Purgatory and refused to return it.

While recovering at home, Huang Kaiwen gave them a proper lesson. He even had his cousin help him buy a female Taoist account in Legend of Mir. With Barbara helping with video verification, it once triggered an internal conflict in the [Guangmang] server's Sand City. The naive "tough guys" were completely infatuated by the foreign beauty, while only Huang Kaiwen sat behind the computer, feeling immensely satisfied.

Later, when Barbara said she had to go on a business trip, Huang Kaiwen's life became even more boring.

The economic decline of Italian football was fully apparent. Even though Juventus spent a high price to bring in Ibrahimovic, it could not hide the fact that Serie A was no longer what it used to be.

During this period, Milan won another friendly match.

Kaka, having returned to Milan, was in the spotlight, putting on a brilliant display of long-distance dribbling.

Maldini had not forgotten Huang Kaiwen. After the match, he brought his family along to visit him.

"Hi, Paolo."

Huang Kaiwen, pushed out by the maid, greeted the captain warmly.

Eight-year-old Christian was very well-behaved. He handed the flowers to Huang Kaiwen and said crisply, "Get well soon, Uncle Kaiwen."

Huang Kaiwen patted the little guy's head, took Daniel from Adriana's arms, and invited them inside.

Adriana asked curiously, "You hired a butler and a maid?"

"It was Barbara."

Huang Kaiwen rolled his eyes.

Barbara clearly didn't trust him, which was why she found a maid of average looks to take care of him.

But Barbara had also hired a butler, completely denying him any chance to be alone with the maid. Hah, as if I, Huang, am so desperate.

"Sir, the meal has arrived."

The Mediterranean butler, Albert, bowed and said.

"Let's eat first."

After everyone sat at the table, butler Albert poured the wine with white gloves on. The red wine had been decanted in advance, looking very ceremonial.

"I've already told everyone. They understand your current situation, and the first team has all agreed to come to your house for a dinner party," Paolo Maldini said immediately after sitting down.

"Alright, thanks, Paolo."

"Don't mention it. This bottle of wine is enough." Maldini took a sip, a look of intoxication on his face.

Huang Kaiwen felt absolutely nothing.

But as long as the Maldinis liked it, it didn't matter; it was all stuff the young lady had left at the house anyway.

The dishes were still delivered by Michelin-starred services; his meals were always this extravagant.

The two little Maldinis couldn't sit still after a few bites and ran off to play video games.

Adriana apologized with some embarrassment, "They love playing games, but I don't allow it at home."

"It's fine. I quite like them both. If you have anything urgent, you can send them over. I don't need to train lately anyway."

"That's too much trouble for you." Adriana only thought that Huang Kaiwen was truly a good person.

He would surely be a good husband in the future, being so patient with children.

Huang Kaiwen mainly wanted to build a good relationship with the Maldini family.

Paolo's father was also a legendary Milan player, and Paolo was the leader of the "Milan Knights Table," an organization similar to a players' union.

Basically, if they were happy, everyone listened; if they weren't, they would confront the club. To some extent, they could influence club decisions and the coach's lineup.

Paolo Maldini was currently the leader of the "Knights Table."

If he weren't afraid of scaring Paolo Maldini, Huang Kaiwen would have been ready to buy a few cars or gift a house to him.

By then, with the boss's daughter on one arm and the team's legendary captain on the other, even if he were just collecting a salary from the stands, no one would dare gossip about him.

However, Paolo Maldini was getting on in years, so he still needed to observe the other influential players on the team.

The meal was a success, with both host and guests enjoying themselves.

Huang Kaiwen played the newly released Winning Eleven 8 with the two little ones for a while, and finally, the two little Maldinis said goodbye to Uncle Kaiwen with great reluctance.

Anyone who spends time playing with children is bound to be liked by them.

Huang Kaiwen felt that after this meal, his relationship with the team leader had taken a step forward. A bright future was calling.

He didn't expect that two days later, he would be stunned.

Barbara brought back miracle doctors—not one, not two, but three!

An excited Barbara stepped off the private jet and headed straight for the love nest she shared with Huang Kaiwen.

She brought back three people and introduced them to Huang Kaiwen with great excitement: "Gianni Nanni, an Italian expert in knees and muscles who once treated Roberto Baggio; Carlo Nervo's severe cruciate ligament tear was also treated by Mr. Nanni, allowing him to return to the field in 105 days. This is Marc Martens from Belgium, who has performed surgeries on Van Basten, Rijkaard, and Ronaldo. And this is Lieven Maesschalck, an expert in muscle injuries and recovery, also from Belgium, and a medical consultant for Anderlecht."

Huang Kaiwen was numb.

These three people—

As long as you are a football fan, have played Football Manager, or frequently watch international matches, you have definitely heard their names.

Each one of them is a world-renowned master of sports injuries.

They are almost national treasures, the kind who follow the national team to major tournaments. Each one is no worse than Bayern's miracle doctor, Hans-Wilhelm Muller-Wohlfahrt.

But who is he, Huang Kaiwen, to deserve a consultation from the three great FM miracle doctors?

Lieven Maesschalck smiled and said, "Miss Barbara is very sincere. Please rest assured, I will strive to get you back on the field as soon as possible."

Huang Kaiwen: ...

The recovery speed is accelerating again?

Barbara is truly worthy of being the boss's daughter; she absolutely does not want him to have a paid vacation.

Barbara added excitedly, "Don't worry, dear. Mr. Nanni has already accepted my invitation and will soon join Milan as the team's chief doctor. And Mr. Maesschalck is also very interested and plans to visit the Milan Lab before making a decision."

Damn it!

Huang Kaiwen only felt that life was becoming increasingly difficult.