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After lunch.

After a brief rest, Huang Kaiwen was dragged out of the hotel by Barbara.

He had no desire to shop at all.

Shopping with a woman was a rather terrifying thing.

But the young lady felt that his clothes did not suit his status.

Huang Kaiwen did not even know what status he had that made him so noble.

As a salary thief, did he need some kind of battle attire?

The moment the two of them left the hotel, camera flashes went wild from the car across the street.

Huang Kaiwen did not care. He gestured with his lips and asked, "Will this cause you any trouble?"

Barbara said nothing and pulled him over to knock on the car window.

The paparazzi grew nervous. Only when Barbara refused to give up did they roll down the window.

The young lady took 200 euros from her wallet and tossed it into the driver's seat, imperiously instructing, "Make us look good in the photos. This is your labor fee."

Huang Kaiwen: ...

Mr. Paparazzi: ...

After picking up the car, they headed straight for Via Montenapoleone.

As the most important and luxurious part of Milan's Quadrilatero della Moda, Via Montenapoleone was not a single shopping mall. Instead, it gathered all kinds of top international luxury brands along an entire street.

The boutiques on this street carried every imaginable brand and a vast array of goods. Close to the Duomo di Milano and located in the heart of Milan's busiest commercial district, it was no surprise that there were plenty of supercars parked by the roadside. Barbara's car did not stand out at all after it stopped.

Just from the surroundings, Huang Kaiwen knew this place could not possibly be cheap.

VALENTINO, FERRAGAMO, LOEWE, CELINE, VAN CLEEF&ARPELS...

He knew some of these stores, while others he had never seen before. They were all luxury brands he had only glimpsed online in the past.

Clothes costing thousands, tens of thousands, or even more had never been his thing.

Although he was relatively wealthy now, cross-border payments were inconvenient. Especially when it came to exchanging foreign currency—he had rushed overseas to Milan and had not had time to handle any paperwork.

It could be said that he could not spend any of his money back home at all.

The club had not yet paid him the salary they had advanced either.

Today, Mr. Huang was destined to spend a woman's money.

Huang Kaiwen had never cared about such trivial matters. He firmly supported gender equality: if women could spend men's money, then men could spend women's money. Whoever spent whose money depended on their own ability.

He used to be nothing more than a webnovel writer. Without a handsome face, he could never have made a living this way. Now he had finally been compensated for it. Heaven truly had eyes.

After entering the store, they did not encounter any of those clichéd scenes where staff looked down on customers.

That left him somewhat disappointed.

He had written countless scenes like that before. Today, with a second-generation official backing him up, he had nowhere to show off. It simply could not satisfy his twisted sense of fun.

"Try this one."

Barbara handed Huang Kaiwen a black casual suit jacket. The 2,800-euro price tag fully demonstrated the value of Fendi, this Italian local brand.

After putting it on, Huang Kaiwen thought it looked pretty good, but Barbara frowned and said, "It doesn't suit you. Try this one instead."

It was black again.

He could not see any difference between the two suit jackets at all.

Then Huang Kaiwen became a clothes hanger.

Barbara kept taking out new clothes for him to try on, then made him change and try on more.

A few hours later, after spending more than ten thousand euros on two outfits, the young lady finally dragged him to the cinema in satisfaction.

Having arrived at his home turf, Huang Kaiwen naturally did not hold back.

Mr. Lu once said: Darkness gave us black eyes, yet we use them to seek the light.

In that pitch-black environment, he began looking for "highlights."

"Ah, you pervert!"

Barbara could not hold back her startled cry and coquettishly scolded Huang Kaiwen, yet she showed no intention of making him remove his hand.

She shifted her body, making his movements even easier instead.

As the movie progressed, Barbara grew so nervous that she broke out in sweat. She bit her lip, worried about the protagonist's predicament. Huang Kaiwen could not understand why a comedy was so thrilling.

By the time the movie ended, he had to carry the young lady out on his back.

Then Barbara said she wanted to help him tidy up his place and shamelessly followed him back to the newly rented mansion.

Huang Kaiwen still made dinner.

That night, listening to the bed creak and groan, he felt that the 18,000-euro monthly rent Barbara was paying was definitely too high.

"Milan has announced that it will hold a fan meet-and-greet at San Siro on Sunday for its newly signed Chinese prodigy, Kevin Wong. Reportedly, the 21-year-old Kevin Wong has never received any football training. His university major was not even sports-related, yet during Milan's trip to China, he charged onto the pitch and displayed unparalleled talent. Milan's press spokesman said that the club spent only one second considering the signing before deciding to offer him a massive contract. No player in history has ever received such terms in their first professional contract.

"Judging from footage of that day, he is indeed a genius—a genius who completely defies common sense. But what is worrying is that on just his second day in Milan, he met Barbara Berlusconi. That very night, the two stayed together at the hotel where he was lodging. According to reports from the room next door, the two of them practically tore the hotel apart.

"I have to say, Kevin Wong has overturned my impression of Asians. He is more like a South American or a European, which worries me even more. Will he, like the equally gifted Gascoigne, be ruined by women and alcohol?"

In a restaurant frequented by Milan fans, someone read aloud today's commentary from La Gazzetta dello Sport.

The fans gathered nearby immediately erupted into arguments.

"Damn it, that newspaper must have been bought off by Inter! I saw that kid play on television. He's a super genius. If he really falls apart, it must be because our rivals hired a wizard to curse him."

A tall, skinny fan said furiously.

Mbappé: I think you're right, and they hired a wizard to strike back.

The fat fan at the same table stuffed the last bit of egg into his mouth and said indistinctly, "Everyone knows what our owner is like. Looks like his daughter is the same. That girl has plenty of gossip surrounding her. I'm more worried that she'll drain our new player dry and turn him into a weak-legged wimp."

"Think positively. Maybe he won't have any problems. You know La Gazzetta dello Sport loves making up stories and sensationalizing things. That kid will lead us to championships with Kaká and Shevchenko."

"Some of what the newspaper says is still true. I didn't even know Chinese people could play football."

"Andrew, then you must be an idiot, because China played in the World Cup two years ago—the one where we got eliminated because the referees had been bought by the Koreans."

"Right, I remember now. The Chinese really ought to do something about the Koreans. When are they going to take that place back, like Hong Kong?"

Before he had even appeared on the pitch, Huang Kaiwen had already rapidly become famous among local fans in another way.

[Some Chinese fans have placed great hopes in you. Anticipation +1]

[Local fans are worried about your future while also hoping you become a top star. Anticipation +5]

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