"Your Highness, Kevin's girlfriend has indeed arrived. We can hear from the listening devices here that he's been very busy."
A man said with a bow.
The prince nodded. "Do it properly. If you succeed, there'll be something in it for all of you."
This prince, who had once had a journalist killed, truly loved football. Whether he understood it or not did not matter. He had money, and he did not care how much it would cost to make the Saudi Arabia National Team stronger.
The room two floors below Huang Kaiwen's suite was where they were operating.
After the waiter reported that he had not found an umbrella Huang Kaiwen had used, the prince guessed it might have gone down the drain.
So, while the team was training during the day, they modified this room in order to obtain an umbrella Huang Kaiwen had used.
Besides the prince and the people handling the task, there were medical personnel in the room.
The moment they got it, they could preserve it immediately.
Then he would select some athletically gifted women and create a Saudi Arabia National Team.
This had become an obsession in his heart.
By simply spending money to support a group of single mothers, he would get to watch the Saudi Arabia National Team shine. For these obscenely rich men who had grown bored of every kind of entertainment, creating real people and building a successful national team was thrilling just to imagine.
Just like how they enjoyed using living creatures at the shooting range.
Even his simulation game had to use real people.
This was no longer just about football. It was the deepest desire in his heart.
Compared with the fleeting pleasure of shopping and spending, nurturing twenty-three successful players was far more interesting.
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