He was sure the other side would call him again.
How much Messi sold for had nothing to do with him, but kicking Laporta out and the commission from Messi's signing-on fee were very real to him.
These politicians don't give a damn about selling out the club's interests.
The fact that Rosell had already come knocking showed just how desperate he was to get rid of Laporta.
Huang Kaiwen smiled.
Finally.
King Messi was about to take the surname "Milan"!
When the time comes, Yellow Ball King on the left, King Messi on the right, shove Yue Lun in the middle and it still wouldn't fucking matter.
Huang Kaiwen stretched lazily and left the conference room.
At the door, Guardiola asked, "Kevin, you didn't promise him anything, did you?"
"Nope."
Huang Kaiwen shook his head with a smile.
"Good."
Guardiola said, "But even if you did, it's fine. As long as you don't sign anything, you're good. I forgot to remind you just now and was a bit worried."
"I know, coach."
