LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 698 Your Emperor Chapter is Here (Complete Book)
Chapter 698 Your Emperor is Back (End of Book)
Rio de Janeiro.
Maracanã Stadium.
After Inzaghi finished taking a shit, the bus was no longer visible.
His mobile phone and ID were also taken to the bus by Gattuso. At this time, Inzaghi was in tears.
Can people really survive without credit cards?
However, His Majesty the Emperor came up with a solution in almost a second. He waited outside the stadium and specifically approached some fans who looked rich.
Rich people have many ways.
The only thing that made him a little embarrassed was that Italian was not very universal.
Apart from Italian fans, only Argentines can understand it.
Considering that Argentina was eliminated by Italy, Inzaghi doesn't think they will help him find a solution.
Otherwise, why not just contact the Brazilian organizers?
Inzaghi thinks this is not a good idea.
Brazilians are all fucking poor, even worse than Italians.
And Kaka said that the Brazilian Football Association is inefficient and now he has no documents. It may take him several months to return to the Apennines.
At this time, Inzaghi noticed a group of locals.
A fat and big-eared guy was protected by a group of strong bodyguards.
He had seen this kind of behavior in Sicilians before.
He went up to her without thinking.
"I, Filippo Inzaghi, Kevin's best friend, have lost my passport. Can you help me return to Italy?"
Inzaghi began to try to communicate.
"Boss, he said he is Kevin's friend, the offside striker Inzaghi from Italy."
A bodyguard said.
Marvino da Silva glanced at Inzaghi and said to the bodyguard, "What's the trouble with him? Although he doesn't play football beautifully, he is Kevin's friend."
"He said he had lost his passport and now wanted to go back to Italy."
The bodyguard said.
"Then let him come back with me, and I'll find time to send him to Italy."
Mavino da Silva.
The bodyguard immediately turned around and waved to Inzaghi, saying, "Go home with our boss, he will arrange for you to go back."
Inzaghi was not very satisfied with this attitude and asked: "What kind of company does your boss run?"
"He's high up in Red Command."
Inzaghi:…
Having visited Rio several times, he had certainly heard of this largest local gang.
He had even seen a movie based on the gang.
On April 1983, 4, the convict Jose Jorg Saldaha, who escaped from prison with only a few followers, fought a fierce battle with 3 police officers for 400 hours.
This bloody fight between police and criminals was not only reported by major media outlets, but was even made into a movie "2010 Contra 400" in 1.
After this incident, the Red Command became famous and became the leader of the Rio gangs.
During that time, they even announced a curfew of 8 o'clock every day in order to prevent and control the epidemic. Violators would face quite terrible punishments, and gangs could seal off the city, which is quite rare in the world.
And they are only trying to protect the people they exploit. After all, all the people in the slums are dead, so who are they going to exploit?
After hearing this identity, Inzaghi no longer cared about the other party's attitude.
Hell, compared to them, the Sicilians seem incredibly kind.
This time when he returns to Italy, he must learn a foreign language.
Before the Holy Roman Empire came to dominate Europe, knowing a foreign language was important.
It wouldn't be as passive as it is now.
Contrary to what Inzaghi expected, they actually went all the way to the slums in Rio.
He originally thought that gangsters would live in wealthy areas.
But after entering, I found a different world. The tin house outside was just a cover. The huge yard and the residence for the bodyguards were fully equipped.
If you don't consider the location, this place is pretty good.
The Italian-speaking bodyguard came over and invited him to have dinner with him.
Marvino da Silva smiled and held out his hand for Inzaghi to sit down. The bodyguard helped translate, "It's nice to see you, but I've met many football stars. The important thing is that you are Kevin's friend. I will help you solve the problems you encounter."
"That's great!"
Inzaghi sat down and drank a glass of red wine before speaking with a smile.
He just knew that Kevin Huang's name was useful.
After all, the transfers of many Brazilian players are controlled by gangs. Inzaghi is very clear that ordinary stars are nothing in front of the gang bosses.
"So when can I go back?"
Inzaghi asked curiously.
“It depends on what method you want to use.”
"If you want it as soon as possible, I will arrange for you to take a boat, and if you want to take a plane, I will go through the Italian embassy and Brazilian officials," said Mavino da Silva.
"As soon as possible, as soon as possible!"
Inzaghi said quickly.
He didn't want to stay in Rio for that long.
Rio is not a good place to be when you have no money.
"Okay, then I'll arrange for you to leave tomorrow."
Mavino da Silva said with a smile.
"Thank you so much for your help, thank you so much."
Inzaghi said politely.
The two of them had a very nice chat while eating.
"You can stay in the guest room tonight. It has everything you need."
Mavino da Silva said with a smile.
Inzaghi nodded repeatedly.
He still couldn't fall asleep immediately after returning to the room. Even though he slept in Wan's bed, it was the first time he stayed in a house of such status.
He simply turned on the TV.
Soon he heard the sound of firecrackers outside.
Now Inzaghi was even more afraid to sleep.
The next morning, he went out for breakfast with dark circles under his eyes. Mavino da Silva asked with some concern: "What's wrong with you? Did you not sleep well?"
"It's okay. I slept well."
Inzaghi said with a strong smile.
"Well, I'll arrange for you to go."
Mavino da Silva waved to his men, and the bodyguards immediately took Inzaghi out.
On the way, Inzaghi was immediately excited when he thought about returning to the Apennines. He said to his bodyguard, "How many days will it take for my cruise to return to Italy? Where will it stop along the way? Did your boss pay for the expenses? I will pay him back double when I return."
The bodyguard glanced at Inzaghi in the rearview mirror and said nothing.
But this did not affect Inzaghi's mood.
He was admiring the scenery outside the window along the way.
Arriving at the port of Rio on the west coast of Guanabara Bay, Inzaghi asked curiously: "Why can't we see the shadow of the cruise ship? Are we here too early?"
"That's the search."
The bodyguard said coldly.
"That search?"
Inzaghi looked at the not-so-large ship with some signs of age with some surprise. He suspected it was an ocean-going fishing boat.
"Correct."
The bodyguard said: "If you want to take a boat, then you have to go this way. There are your compatriots on board, so you shouldn't be lonely on the road."
"Italians are not that poor."
Inzaghi muttered in a low voice.
"Who would seek refuge in Brazil and want to return to Italy in this way?"
Inzaghi:…
After much consideration, Inzaghi got on board.
After all, if he angered Mavino da Silva, he might be beaten to a pulp.
Just as the bodyguard said, the environment on the ship was not bad because there were not too many passengers.
Brazilians who illegally cross the border usually go to the beacon country, and those who go to Italy are clients with special needs.
"Hello, I'm Simone Inzaghi."
……
It was supposed to be a direct flight from Rio to Milan.
However, there were some weather problems during the journey, so the group made a brief stop in Iceland before flying to Milan again.
Even though some accidents happened along the way, the Italian internationals still maintained a very good mental state.
Some people didn't even take a break and were always full of energy.
Galliani sat next to Huang Kevin and said: "Hazard's transfer to Real Madrid is basically confirmed. They are willing to pay 1.2 million euros. Arsene is very supportive of the transfer. He thinks Hazard just performed well in the World Cup."
"Well, let him go. Have you chosen a replacement?"
Huang Kevin asked.
"Arsene is ready to ask El Shaarawy to strengthen the team's international lineup. He also has his eyes on a young Monaco player."
Galliani said.
"Not Martial?"
Huang Kevin asked.
"No, it's a younger kid who is only 16 years old. If El Shaarawy is too expensive, he won't buy a winger. With Luke Shaw, Theo and Lucas, he can let the three full-backs come as substitutes for you." Galliani said with a smile.
"It's fine. If possible, it's better to buy a winger."
Huang Kevin said.
The yellow football king may not be able to play forever, and it is not a good idea to always let the defender play as a guest.
With so much money being earned from selling Burger King, it wouldn't be too much to spend half of it on a winger.
That is, players with such high prices may not necessarily be transferred to play as substitutes, and salary is also a problem.
The two chatted a few more words about Milan's transfer.
At this time, Lily suddenly retched, which attracted Huang Kevin's attention.
"Is she pregnant?"
Kaka asked in a low voice.
"I don't know, but I should check it out when I get back to Milan."
Huang Kevin stood up and walked towards Lily and asked, "How is it? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Lily hugged Huang Kevin's waist and said, "It won't be uncomfortable this way."
Huang Kevin smiled and said to Camilla: "It seems that she doesn't want to sit with you, let's change seats first."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Lily patted Huang Kevin in annoyance and said.
After Huang Kevin sat down, Lily asked in a low voice: "If you have a child, what will you name it?"
"Luther, what do you think?"
Huang Kevin asked.
"Luther, does this have any commemorative significance?"
"No, I just think this name would be a good one for a boy," Kevin Huang joked.
Lily said unhappily, "This is not the Chinese naming convention. Don't think I don't know that Fanny's name is Luther."
"Well, I don't have any suggestions then, and it might be a girl."
Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.
He coaxed Lily to sleep. Fortunately, the flight from Iceland to Milan was not far.
It was afternoon when the group returned to Milan.
The airport was already packed with fans waiting there.
The security at the scene was like a sailboat in a storm, swaying in the waves of people and in danger of capsizing at any time.
As Buffon and Totti walked out with the trophy, the fans burst into thunderous cheers.
"champion!!!"
"champion!!!"
"champion!!!"
The fans rushed forward frantically, hoping to touch their heroes.
The team leader quickly walked up to Huang Kevin and said, "Kevin, go out and appease the fans."
Huang Kevin could only hand Lily over to the eldest lady and walked out quickly.
With the appearance of Kevin Huang, the atmosphere at the scene became more than ten times more lively.
boom--
The fans seemed like zombies infected with the virus, rushing forward madly.
Huang Kaiwen took the microphone and said: "Hello, the championship belongs to you!"
"Saint Kevin!"
"Saint Kevin!"
"Saint Kevin!"
The fanaticism they displayed was no less than that of the believers in St. Paul's Square.
Huang Kaiwen continued: "The national team players are very tired now, let them take a rest. The championship is already in our hands, and we can celebrate it properly then."
The fans indeed became much quieter and voluntarily gave way.
Lily curled her lips and said, "If Kevin had commanded the Italian army, the Italians would not have been driven out of North Africa."
"of course!"
The eldest lady and Kaka said in unison.
The eldest lady rolled her eyes, held Lily with one hand, hugged Paul Ritter with the other, and walked out of the airport with her head held high.
I finally returned home after many days.
Huang Kevin lay on the sofa and didn't want to move.
But he still got up, found his cell phone and called Inzaghi.
Unexpectedly, the person who answered the phone was Gattuso.
"I have his luggage here, Kevin."
Gattuso said on the other end of the phone.
"Did Filippo contact you?"
Huang Kevin asked.
"I received a message on his phone from that bastard Filippo, saying he was coming back on a cruise ship through a friend and that we shouldn't worry."
Gattuso said with a smile.
He also breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the message.
"That's good. I didn't expect Filippo to have such a wide network of contacts."
Huang Kevin also said with a sigh of relief.
Just don't lose the Emperor.
After a night that was more tiring than the journey, Huang Kaiwen still boarded the special train to Rome on time the next day.
“Since the championship parade will be in Rome, why return to Milan first?”
Gattuso complained.
"Nonsense, because Kevin needs to go home and settle down first. Do you think you are more important?"
Totti said unhappily.
He has no problem with the fact that his home is in Rome.
"I'm just asking."
Gattuso shrank his neck and said.
He has seen how fanatical those fans are.
Even if he said something bad about Kevin Huang, it would not end well for him.
When they got off at Termini Station, the square at the station was already surrounded by fans waiting there.
Italian Prime Minister Matteo Renzi walked up quickly and the military band immediately played "Mameli Song".
Matteo Renzi came over and shook hands with the players and said, "Thank you very much for everything you have done for the country."
The old players are fine, as they have experienced such situations before.
Younger players, like Marchisio, were completely at a loss.
As a reserve captain who came from Juventus' youth training, this is the only important championship in his career. Of course, the importance of this championship far exceeds that of other championships.
Matteo Renzi bent down and shook hands with Kevin Huang and said, "Kevin, I really don't know how to thank you. We will start from here, then go to Palazzo Chigi to award the players, and then stay for dinner together, and today's celebration will end."
"Very good arrangement, thank you very much for your patient explanation."
Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.
Palazzo Chigi originally belonged to the Aldobrandini family, but in 1659 it was given to the Chigi family and remodeled.
In 1878, it became the embassy of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. In 1916, it was purchased by the Italian government and became the residence of the Minister of Colonial Affairs, and later the official residence of the Minister of Foreign Affairs. In 1961, it became the official meeting place of the Council of Ministers. It is now the official residence of the Italian Prime Minister.
"That's good!"
Matteo Renzi nodded.
The prime minister, who has only been in office for a few months, showed no airs in front of the Italian national team.
If he hadn't been stopped, he would have even boarded the parade bus with the players.
Today the city of Rome finally fell into joy.
Normally they could only watch Milan fans celebrate, but finally it was their turn.
Although it was not the city's team that won the championship, as the people of the capital, they had reason to believe that Rome was the center of everything.
Fans on the street were waving everything in their hands wildly, and some even climbed onto street lights holding up their phones just to take pictures of the players.
The players are also divided into several types.
Old guys like Totti and Buffon, like Huang Kevin, casually found a place to lean back and rest, occasionally waving to the fans.
Younger Mesozoic players, such as Bonucci, have a strong idol image and always keep their best smiles and wave to the fans.
Younger players like El Shaarawy and Immobile fiddled with various high-tech products and recorded videos for the fans.
"This city is full of energy, but it's a pity that the fans have never waited for a decent championship."
Totti sighed.
"If by vitality you mean that travel brochures need to come with a standard to beware of pickpockets," Buffon complained.
"asshole!"
The old prince cursed angrily.
He still hopes to hear some good words about his hometown.
But obviously he is not that good at speaking.
Although he and Buffon have similar cultural levels, Buffon, who has been a columnist for a long time, is much better at speaking than him.
Totti said after a long pause: "Don't forget that you need to graduate from high school after winning the championship."
"Just kill me."
Buffon wailed.
He didn't expect to actually win the championship.
He felt a headache when he thought about having to complete high school at such an old age.
The bus was moving very slowly.
It was around three o'clock in the afternoon when the group arrived at Palazzo Chigi.
A large number of fans had gathered in front of the Italian Prime Minister's Office, and the Roman police officers were shouting at the top of their lungs, trying to maintain order.
The players getting off the bus added fuel to the fire.
Seeing this, Huang Kevin quickly got out of the car and waved to the fans, asking them to step back.
The fans did just that.
"Our emperor is truly loved by the people."
Tagliateto Grosseto joked.
As the chief of the Rome Police Department, he also wanted to show up and be photographed by reporters at this time, so he went to the scene to maintain order.
His subordinates did not refute.
You won't find anyone more prestigious than Kevin Huang in the Apennine Peninsula.
The players entered the Palazzo Chigi one after another.
Many celebrities and reporters are already waiting here.
Matteo Renzi returned in a special car, just one step ahead of them.
Award!
The players' faces lit up with excitement.
This is a great honor for the players.
De Rossi, Buffon and Totti have all experienced this once, and they didn't perform much better than the young people. They are not like Huang Kevin, who has so many medals at home.
Matteo Renzi picked up medals from a tray and awarded them to the Italian players.
All the players of the Italian team who were awarded for the first time received the General rank of Knight of the Order of the Star of Italy, skipping the Knight rank directly.
Players and coaching staff members such as Totti and Gattuso who had once been awarded the rank of general were simply awarded commander-level medals, taking their previous honors one step further.
Gattuso puffed out his chest, his fierce face full of seriousness.
The fisherman's son never expected that he would receive such an honor after retiring.
It really is like a dream.
Now he somewhat understood what Kaka said when he won the Ballon d'Or.
You ask for one, God gives you ten.
He originally just wanted to be a professional player, but he ended up in Milan and won the Champions League.
In 2006, he just hoped he wouldn't be eliminated too early, but unexpectedly he won the World Cup.
After retiring, he just wanted to stay in football, but he didn't expect to be awarded again.
In his life of less than 40 years, surprises always came so suddenly.
Sometimes he even wondered if he was the illegitimate son of the goddess of luck.
It was Kevin Huang's turn.
This time the tray was covered with red cloth. Matteo Renzi uncovered it and picked up the badge and said, "In view of Kevin's outstanding contribution to Italy and the honors he has received in the past, we discussed and copied the bronze medal unearthed in ancient Rome and named it the Medal of Honor of the Ancient Roman Praetor. It will be awarded to those who have made supreme contributions to the Italian country and people... Kevin, on behalf of the Italian people, thank you for your contribution to Italy. Now I award you the Medal of Honor of the Ancient Roman Praetor..."
There was a commotion in the hall.
The reporters' cameras clicked frantically.
They were curious about what kind of medal Huang Kevin would receive, after all, Huang Kevin had received too many medals in Italy.
Unexpectedly, these politicians simply went for a big trick and copied the medals from ancient Rome.
The term consul is not a simple one.
Some reporters even shouted out the name "Caesar".
The players and guests applauded Huang Kaiwen.
Then, the whole team held up the trophy high on the second floor, and the fans in the square cheered.
After dinner at Palazzo Chigi, Kevin Huang went to the hotel.
He was in no hurry to return to Milan.
After taking a shower at night, I turned on the system and saw another prompt.
[Ding, significantly change the fate of first-class player Filippo Inzaghi, and gain 10000 points of fate]
Click on the destiny display and the picture will appear immediately.
[After winning the World Cup with you, Inzaghi felt that he was already a European Cup and World Cup champion coach, so there was no need to start from a small team. Coaching a team is just like that.]
[Inzaghi, who felt that his abilities were unparalleled, had been waiting for a call from Real Madrid and Milan, but after waiting for several years, he never got the call.]
[Inzaghi thought he could settle for the next best thing, even Manchester United and Bayern, but he still didn't wait. Instead, a team from Serie B contacted him. Inzaghi not only refused but also became very angry and felt humiliated.]
[After this incident, Inzaghi no longer had any thoughts about coaching the team. He focused on the future planning of the empire and the training of his son. Fortunately, his son is doing well, which makes Inzaghi very pleased.]
[Although Inzaghi did not have the talent to govern the country, Eduardo was indeed a very outstanding child. When he grew up, the Holy Roman Empire developed greatly and was no longer just an emperor playing house.]
[In 2053, 80-year-old Inzaghi suddenly finds you and tells you that he feels he is about to die and wants to go on a spontaneous trip with his good brothers again]
[Of course you didn't refuse, and you also called Kaka and Ramos, and George Terry, the kid who likes to be with you, to act as drivers for you old guys]
[You guys had a lot of fun. Inzaghi suggested going to Amsterdam. At the last stage of life, one should indulge himself. You didn’t refuse this request because you didn’t want to see your friend leave with regrets. But on the way to Amsterdam, Inzaghi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly died. When you arrived at the hospital, the doctor regretfully told you that Inzaghi had passed away.]
[You were all very sad, but you still decided to fulfill Inzaghi's wish. You asked many girls in Amsterdam to sing elegy for Inzaghi. Although this request was very strange, they still did it for the sake of money. After completing all this, you chose to return to Milan.]
[Inzaghi slowly opened his eyes. He was in a room with very strange decorations and architectural styles. Inzaghi pouted and sighed: I thought hell was so scary, but this is it...]
[He struggled to get up, and was very surprised by what he saw in the bronze mirror. It turned out to be his face when he was young. Inzaghi pinched himself hard a few times and found that everything was real.]
[At this time, he heard a voice behind him, turned around and asked in French: Who are you? The other party asked in strange French: Who are you? Inzaghi said: I am the Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire, Filippo Inzaghi I. The other party was silent for a few seconds and said: My name is Catherine I Alexeevna...]
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