The Ball King Extra: The Prince's Revenge

"Did you get the text message too?" Huang Paolo asked.

"Yeah. Dad's at it again," Huang Mosi said with a nod.

Huang Kaiwen had used WeChat's polling feature to launch a vote, asking whether national team players agreed to further cut Chinese Super League salaries and ban domestic sponsors from endorsing players in the Chinese Super League.

The intention was obvious. If you had the ability, go play overseas. If you didn't, then earn a little less, damn it.

It would not affect them at all.

But it would have a huge impact on Chinese Super League players.

If they did not go abroad to play, they definitely would not earn as much as AI programmers at major tech companies.

George looked at his phone and said, "I think it's pretty good. Our teammates are too weak and unfamiliar with European football. It doesn't do the national team any good."

"But they'll be furious," Huang Kado said.

"Let them be furious. Trash needs to understand its place." Huang Mosi said disdainfully, "Apart from our family, they could pick any twelve university students, even high school students or people from any walk of life. They wouldn't need to play anyway, and even if they did, they wouldn't be much worse than that bunch of trash. Forty-nine points and twenty-nine points make no real difference."

"Your mouth is really vicious," Carl said as he changed clothes in his chair. "They may be trash, but professional players are still different from ordinary people."

"That's exactly why they think they're so great." Huang Mosi said, "Their ability doesn't match their salaries. In Serie A, a player earning an annual salary of 640,000 euros would already be starter material for some smaller teams."

"There's nothing to discuss. I definitely support Dad."

"Me too."

"Anyway, I