"But I don't know how to play soccer. The translator said it was your girlfriend who made them sign me, then you were also supposed to come to Barcelona, but now that you didn't come, they are really angry."
"Relax, relax, they can't eat you. I'm quite familiar with the Barça players; they'll take care of you." Huang Kaiwen laughed with the phone covered for a while before he continued.
"Really?"
"Of course it's true!"
Huang Kaiwen egged on, "If all else fails, you can tell Laporta, 'Mr. President, you wouldn't want others to know you've been played either, right? For the sake of face, he'll have to admit you can play soccer, and at worst, you can just keep recovering from injuries."
"No, bro, why does this sound so familiar to me?"
"Cough cough, it's nothing then, I'm hanging up."
After hanging up the phone, Huang Kaiwen decisively turned off his phone.
He had been careless and almost let slip his secret tricks of the Yellow Ball King.
