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Huang Kaiwen had never expected things to turn out like this.

That bastard Cassano had even changed his phone number.

In a situation like this, Huang Kaiwen made one call, and Cassano was invited in for tea over unclear tax issues.

"Kevin!"

Cassano said with a grin, "Was that really necessary? We're old friends, after all."

"Would an old friend print a cover like this?"

Huang Kaiwen said, tossing out the DVD case.

What was even more outrageous was that it included behind-the-scenes footage of Huang the Ball King sitting behind the monitors, and they had fucking put it right at the beginning—blatant consumer fraud.

"I didn't deceive anyone. Wasn't this your first time directing?"

Cassano said with a flattering smile, "I merely conveyed that fact in a somewhat artistic way."

Huang Kaiwen smiled as he stared at him, saying nothing.

Cassano finally cracked. "How about I give you a share of the profits?"

"Forget it. I don't want it."

Huang Kaiwen refused. "It's not a big deal, but changing your number outright feels awful. It makes it seem like you did something even worse. Right now, I can't be sure what you've done. If you ran off to Africa, I might not even be able to find you."

It really was nothing serious.

But Huang Kaiwen had decided to scare Cassano a little.

Otherwise, people all over the world would start using Huang the Ball King's name.

Fuck, Huang the Ball King charged more than twenty million a year just to take photos for a product endorsement. Filming commercials cost even more.

"How about I call Filippo, and the three of us play cards together?"

Cassano asked cautiously.

Huang Kaiwen nodded at once. "All right. It's a deal."

Later that night, Inzaghi sat in Huang Kaiwen's living room with