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Chapter 732 Extra: Song of the Empire: Air Force Inzaghi (Subscription Request)
Christmas.

Huang Kaiwen's house is always very lively.

Ma Baoluo's parents passed away, and the child was unwilling to go home, so he simply went to Huang Kaiwen's house to celebrate the holiday together.

Plus Kaka, Ramos and the Inzaghi family.

Cooking every time takes a whole day.

There were only ten adults, but there were nearly thirty children.

"George, you don't need to come over to help." Kaka smiled and waved his hand and said, "Go play games with your brothers."

"Chris, everyone go help. You are almost 30 years old and still sitting in front of the computer. Do you want to live like this for the rest of your life?"

Ma Paul cursed.

The eldest son glanced at Ma Baoluo who was sitting on the sofa and replied: "You didn't go to the kitchen either."

Ma Baoluo widened his eyes and said, "Damn, each child is worse than the last."

At present, it seems that only the third child is more obedient.

No matter what his personality is, it’s enough to inherit the number three jersey.

Ma Baoluo no longer expects these bastards to become obedient and filial sons.

"Why are Ricardo and I helping in the kitchen?"

Inzaghi complained.

Ma Lao Er said, "If you have the ability to find more girlfriends like Uncle Kevin, you don't have to go into the kitchen. Uncle Filippo, you have so many ex-girlfriends, but you can't even handle two at the same time."

Angela Robles immediately looked at Inzaghi.

Inzaghi smiled and said: "I don't have that idea at all."

Seeing this, Eduardo sighed and shook his head.

If the family had a dog, his father's family status might continue to decline.

"You're the one who led Danny astray."

Ma Baoluo glared at Huang Kevin and said.

Kevin Huang shrugged and continued playing football with the kids.

It was still Pro Evolution Soccer 8 from more than ten years ago. The main reason is that later football games are not that fun.

“Uncle Kevin, why do you keep using the Brazilian team?”

Ma Laosan protested.

The two Brazilian forwards are disgusting.

"Yes, Uncle Kevin should use the Chinese team."

Paul Leiter said.

Huang Kaiwen smiled and said, "I am recognized as the player who best represents Samba football. But you, young man, you can't even be selected for the Italian national team. How can you have the nerve to use the Italian national team?"

"But we are playing a national team game."

Ma Laosan said helplessly.

"Hey, you're already 18 and haven't made your national team debut yet. Forget it, I'll allow you to use the Chinese team for now."

Huang Kaiwen raised his eyebrows and said.

Ma Laosan threw the controller down, lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, saying: "I don't want to play anymore!"

George's eyes lit up.

He won a game with just a few words, he really deserves to be his father.

The eldest son threw down his computer and came over and said, "Come on Uncle Kevin, let's have a game with the club."

Huang Kevin directly locked onto Milan.

Seeing this, the eldest son used Inter Milan.

"You guy, you are the grandson of the legendary Milan captain, and your father is also the captain of Milan, and you have the nerve to use Inter." Huang Kevin complained.

Seeing this, the eldest son immediately changed to Real Madrid.

There are only a few powerful clubs in Pro Evolution Soccer 8.

Before Huang Kaiwen could speak, the second son laughed and said, "Real Madrid is a bunch of rubbish. They are our enemy. You are still using Real Madrid."

"Yes, we lost 25 goals in two rounds. If I were a Real Madrid player, I would have committed suicide a long time ago."

Ma Laosan complained.

The eldest son had no choice but to switch to Manchester United.

Although Ronaldo in PES 8 is in Manchester United, the Ronaldo in the game is much worse than the real one.

"So you are a fan of Ten Hag. Are you using Manchester United to express your support for him? But with your level, even Manchester United won't want you now." Huang Kevin joked.

The eldest son rolled his eyes and dropped the controller.

Inzaghi, who was watching the show in the kitchen, burst into laughter.

Bullying the youngsters was more fun than he thought.

Of course, that is Kevin Huang or Ramos.

These young people have no morals at all and like to use violence when they can't win an argument.

Filippo Inzaghi I was pinned to the ground simply because he was too disdainful to fight with the young people.

Ramos had no choice but to take over and play a Brazil VS Italy match with Huang Kevin.

Kaka in the game is not as strong as in real life.

But Brazil's Ronaldo and Adriano are too buggy. This game is very physically demanding, and these two are both at top levels.

Although Italy is also very strong.

But Ramos's level was not good enough and it was a completely one-sided massacre.

When he lost, the kids immediately started to clamor for a change of player.

Ma Laosan, who had just dropped the handle, quickly came up and locked onto Brazil.

Ma Baoluo, who had been watching for a long time, deliberately said: "If you have the ability, use the Chinese team, Kevin, don't bully the young people."

Kevin Huang really locked down the Chinese team.

If the eldest son could still be a bit of a threat to him, after all, that guy plays a lot of games and has talent for it.

Ma Laosan abuses him at will.

Although he had no physical advantage, Huang Kaiwen made good use of set pieces and immediately scored a goal with a tactical free kick in the frontcourt.

Within two minutes there was another direct free kick.

The physical disadvantage has become Huang Kaiwen's killer move. The referees of PES 8 don't like to call fouls, but Huang Kaiwen is very good at protecting the ball and can get a free kick in the frontcourt almost every two or three times.

After getting six free kicks and scoring three goals before the first half, Ma Laosan simply gave up.

"Young man, you can't win everything just by being called Kevin."

Ramos said on the sidelines.

Shaquille simply sang There's Only One Kevin in the World.

Lily looked back at the bustling hall and said, "No wonder Italians like family reunions. The more children, the better."

“When they all come back with their girlfriends, there will be even more people.”

The eldest lady said with a smile.

Adriana said angrily, "If Danny brings back a girlfriend who is about my age, I will chop his head off. He doesn't need to think anyway."

There was a burst of laughter in the kitchen.

But Kaka soon became worried. What if Paul was led astray by Daniel?
When he gets home, he will tell Paul Shao to play with Ma Laoer.

The old butler instructed the chef to prepare some barbecue outside.

Otherwise it would be difficult to feed dozens of mouths.

That means the living room at home is big enough, otherwise there will be no room for the table.

There was one table for the adults and three tables for the children.

“It’s a bit crowded here.”

Ramos nudged Inzaghi with his hand and said, "Go to the children's table."

"I'll go."

Kaka stood up and said.

It just so happened that he also wanted to sit with the young people.

All the dishes were served and dozens of eyes were looking at Huang Kevin.

Kevin Huang picked up the glass and knocked it, saying, "Christmas is the day to celebrate the birth of Jesus, but we all know that no matter how pious you are, God will not respond to you. If you want to succeed, you must rely on yourself. I will not define what success is, and you don't have to care about other people's opinions. As long as you are happy, that is the best life, Buon Natale!"

"Buon Natale!"

The biggest topic at the dinner table was the boys' girlfriends.

After all, Shaquille and Marshall really stole the Sanz family's fans.

"Gazzetta dello Sport warns Agnelli to be careful if he doesn't want to become a joke, otherwise Kevin Maldini might hit his wife."

Inzaghi laughed out loud after he finished speaking.

Mr. and Mrs. Ma Baoluo stared at him with their eyes wide open, wishing they could eat him.

The eldest son doesn't get married, and the second son is a gigolo.

If they want a grandson now, they can only rely on the third son.

If the third child also follows his second brother's example, the Ma family will probably be doomed. There will be no next generation wearing the No. 3 jersey.

Angela quickly nudged Inzaghi with her elbow.

This guy just likes to laugh at other people. He might get beaten up by Paolo Maldini soon. Having few children in the family is a disadvantage.

"How's business going, Kiara?"

Huang Kevin asked.

"Fortunately, we have a lot of cooperation with Italian brands, and Sergio takes good care of the family. It's just that the kindergarten teacher always calls to complain about the children beating up their classmates."

Chiara Ferragni complained.

"Bullying your classmates is not a good thing."

Inzaghi said as he put down his glass.

Ramos quickly explained: "It was not bullying of a classmate, it was the other party who cursed first, so Maxim and Eduardo beat him up together."

"That's right!"

Inzaghi said viciously.

I didn't expect that there was something about his son here.

Paolo Maldini smiled and said: "When children are young, they always like to fight, but hitting others is not a good thing after all. They should learn to control themselves, otherwise it will be very troublesome if they fight whenever they have the chance."

"You weren't in a good mood when you were playing football, and you were already an adult by then."

Inzaghi complained.

"At least I won't be chased and beaten by Zhennaro. Some people like to pick fights and they can't be beaten."

Maldini fired back.

The children were all paying attention to the situation at this table. Inzaghi naturally would not admit defeat. He stiffened his neck and said, "That's because I'm giving him face. He doesn't look good and he's not good at playing football. If he can't even fight, I'm afraid he'll be so depressed that he'll end his ugly life. What if?"

Another table.

They are all half-grown children.

George complained: "Uncle Filippo is really thick-skinned."

"It's really shameless."

The second son said, "But he is very generous. He gave Kevin and I the cars we own. Uncle Filippo seems to be very rich."

“I heard that he owes Uncle Kevin billions of euros, and he has never paid it back.”

Paul Leiter said.

The other Paul was also nodding, as he had seen the IOU from his family.

"That's bad for Eduardo. That kid will need to pay back a lot of money in the future."

The eldest son laughed secretly and said, "At this rate, he won't be able to afford it even if he goes to Japan to develop."

George punched him angrily and scolded: "The child is still young, don't say nonsense there."

"You're a child yourself."

The eldest son rolled his eyes and said.

Eduardo, who was sitting with his friends, started counting on his fingers. His favorite fruit ice cream recently costs 8 euros each.

A few billion can buy a lot.

If he really sells ice cream when he grows up, he will have to sell a lot of it to pay the money back to Uncle Kevin.

He even wondered if his father's huge debt would hinder Uncle Kevin from maintaining world peace.

As for not paying back the money, young Eduardo had never really thought about it.

Unable to figure it out, Eduardo ran to Kaka and whispered, "Each ice cream costs 8 euros. If you sell 100 a day, can you make billions before I go to primary school?"

Kaka put his arm around Eduardo's shoulders and began to do mental arithmetic. After a long while, he said, "If it's 20 billion euros, it should be several thousand years, but at least less than years."

Eduardo was dumbfounded.

After a few seconds, he sat on the ground and cried loudly.

Even his grandson couldn't pay back Uncle Kevin.

On the way home, Angela was amused and distressed when she heard the reason why her son was crying. She persuaded him, "That was just a joke from your Uncle Kevin. He won't care about you."

Seeing the look in his wife's eyes, Inzaghi could only comfort her: "It's okay, at worst I can make a bet with your uncle Kevin for 50 billion next time and win it back."

50 million?
A lot more than he imagined.

Eduardo, who had just calmed down, almost fainted.

He didn't know the exact difference between 20 billion and 50 billion, but he knew that 50 was more than 20.

Six-year-old Eduardo just thought that it would be better if he didn’t become a prince.

After returning home, the two of them finally managed to coax Eduardo into submission.

Angela Robbs immediately complained: "It's because you always like to play that my son is scared."

"Kevin won't want it anyway."

Inzaghi said indifferently.

"Kevin gave you money when you won." Angela said unhappily, "You greedy bastard just wanted to beat Kevin, but you didn't even consider your own IQ. If Kevin was a little more ruthless, we would have to sleep on the street now."

"Kevin is not that kind of person."

Inzaghi said with a smile.

Although Huang Kaiwen is stingy, he is still very loyal.

Inzaghi estimated that as long as he died earlier than Huang Kevin, those IOUs would most likely be burned by Huang Kevin.

However, if Huang Kevin died before him, it might not be the case. After all, Huang Kevin has many children, and who knows what little bastard might come to him with an IOU to collect the debt.

Inzaghi felt a little uneasy when he thought of this. It seemed that he could only die earlier than Huang Kevin.

When I think about it this way, I feel a little bit unfair. There are many women in Huang Kevin's family, so their organs must age before his.

What if Huang Kevin is hospitalized and then he becomes the one who is killed?
Inzaghi felt he didn't have the courage to do so.

It was all because of that bastard Paolo Maldini who had been targeting him that the topic shifted to this.

We'll deal with it later if the money is not paid back. Inzaghi felt that he must take revenge on that bastard Paul.

It didn't matter if he played around in the team before, but his status is different now. If that bastard Paul doesn't give him face, it would be the same as not giving face to the Holy Roman Empire.

Just based on what happened today, he could even declare war on Italy.

But when he thought about the fact that he grew up in Italy, he decided not to declare war on Italy for the time being.

However, revenge against Paolo Maldini still needs to be put on the agenda.

Thinking of this, Inzaghi went to the study and turned on the computer.

I don’t play “Legend” anymore because I’m old, but I still go online and write some nice reviews for myself when I have nothing to do.

I changed to a small account and cursed Maldini under his account. Then I changed to another account to complain about Maldini's poor taste in brand design. If the French had worn his clothes, the Germans would not have been able to break in because they would have died of laughter before they even got near Paris.

Just as he was about to change his number again, an article about the world's richest women caught Inzaghi's attention.

After clicking it, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

The next day, Inzaghi got up early.

He will be able to see Maldini's sons after returning to the team, but Inzaghi can't wait.

After that, Ma Laosan trained at home, and Inzaghi couldn't wait to take the information out.

When I passed by a wine store on the way, I bought two bottles of mid-range wine. It was reasonable to spend some money to achieve my goal.

When they arrived at Maldini's house, Inzaghi rang the doorbell.

Adriana opened the door and saw Inzaghi and asked in surprise, "What do you want to see Paul about? He hasn't gotten up yet. Only Kevin is up and playing football in the backyard. They all drank yesterday."

"fine."

Inzaghi smiled and handed over the wine and said, "I'm looking for Kevin. As an uncle, I must support him. I'm here to practice with him."

"Okay, come on in."

Adriana said.

Inzaghi didn't wait for her to prepare coffee and went straight to the backyard.

"Morning, Uncle Filippo!"

Ma Laosan, who was juggling the ball, said with a smile.

"Your Uncle Kevin could pay for 10,000 of these if he wanted to," Inzaghi said.

This is a tactic he learned from watching TV dramas. He first undermines the other party's confidence and then achieves his own goal.

"That's Uncle Kevin after all."

Ma Laosan shrugged and said that he was very self-aware.

Seeing that there was no effect, Inzaghi said again: "Your cut-in is still a lot worse than Robben's, you need to improve a little bit more."

“He’s so nimble on his feet.”

Ma Laosan said with some disappointment.

The main reason is that he has been learning from Kevin Huang since he was a child, and it will take some time for him to change his style now.

"A player can't make much money in his lifetime. Even if you can reach the level of Cristiano Ronaldo, you can only make more than 10 billion euros at most, so if you want to make money, you need other ways."

Inzaghi said with a smile.

Ma Lao San immediately became alert, took a step back and said, "Uncle Filippo, I'm still a young player and don't have much money. If you want to find someone to invest, I'm afraid you've found the wrong person."

Who doesn’t know the title of Milan’s gambling king?
As a professional player, Ma Laosan dared not get involved in those things, for fear that Inzaghi would trick him into giving away a penalty on purpose.

"You misunderstood me."

Inzaghi waved his hand and said, "Yesterday I saw that all the kids had girlfriends, but you were still single. As an uncle, I couldn't stand it, so I found some girls from rich families to introduce to you."

"No thanks, Uncle Filippo."

Ma Lao San smiled and said, "I don't have the mood to fall in love right now. We just broke up not long ago."

"It's okay, we can see. Think about it, your brothers are all rich, and you will become the poorest in the family sooner or later if you continue like this."

Inzaghi pulled out some information and instigated, "Françoise Bettencourt Meyer, the second largest shareholder of L'Oréal. So? It is said that she has $1000 billion."

"This, is also a girl?"

Ma Laosan asked with his eyes wide open.

She suspected the woman was about the same age as his grandmother.

"Age is not a problem. The most important thing is true love. She is French. Don't you want to have a romantic cross-cultural relationship?" Inzaghi put his arm around his shoulders and said, "If you don't like Jews, how about Raffaella Aponte? Although she has a husband, I think she is a plus for your family. Your two brothers are good at poaching girls, and you also have this gene."

Kevin Maldini: …

"Or Alice Walton? If you're with her, you'll be half the boss of Walmart. Don't forget to give me a card that I can use to buy things without spending any money."

Inzaghi smiled and hit Ma Laosan on the chest.

Ma Laosan quickly shook his head and said, "Uncle Filippo, I really don't have any thoughts about falling in love for the time being. If I have any thoughts, I will tell you the first time."

"Really?"

"I swear to God, I will tell you as soon as possible."

Ma Laosan raised his finger and said.

So fucking scary.

There are people around 60 years old, and most start at 70.

He even suspected whether Inzaghi had any special purpose.

However, Ma Laosan couldn't be sure. After all, there was the example of his second brother. Maybe Uncle Filippo really wanted to introduce him to a rich woman.

But no matter what, as a young man with normal thoughts and values, Ma Laosan did not want to celebrate his girlfriend’s 70th birthday.

Seeing that Inzaghi didn't want to give up, he encouraged: "You can ask Danny, I think he must be interested."

"Okay, I'll ask Daniel."

Inzaghi returned to the room somewhat frustrated.

Adriana had already placed the refreshments on the table and was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

It was not convenient for her to go back to sleep when there were guests.

"Daniel hasn't gotten up yet?" Inzaghi asked.

Adriana nodded and said, "That kid is so lazy, I don't know when he'll get up."

"Okay, then I'll go back first."

When Inzaghi thought about spending more than 300 yuan on wine, he felt like he was at a loss.

He walked to the sofa, picked up the coffee cup, drank it all, and stuffed biscuits into his mouth.

Under Adriana's surprised gaze, he stuffed all the handmade cookies into his pocket before turning and leaving.

At noon, Paolo Maldini got up, rubbed his forehead and said, "Give me a cup of coffee concentrate, my head hurts."

"Who told you to drink so much?"

Adriana said unhappily.

"Maybe that bastard Kevin prepared fake wine, that's why my head hurts so much."

Paolo Maldini said.

Adriana rolled her eyes and slammed her coffee down in front of her husband.

After drinking it, Maldini felt much better. He stood up, put on his coat and said, "The light in Chris's room has been broken after not being used for a long time. I'll go buy a new light bulb and replace it."

"Go quickly and come back soon. By the way, is Filippo having financial difficulties?" Adriana asked.

"How is that possible? He has a lot of money!"

Maldini said sourly.

That bastard spends a lot of money. He works so hard to make money but he doesn't live as freely as Inzaghi.

"But he came just now and even packed up the handmade cookies."

“Maybe it’s because you bake so deliciously.”

Maldini said.

Adriana smiled and waved her hand, telling him to get out.

Maldini picked up the car keys, walked out of the house, and was immediately stunned.

Afraid that he had seen it wrong, he rubbed his eyes hard. His beloved car was parked there, with red bricks under the body, but the four wheels were missing. After holding his breath for a few seconds, Maldini stretched his neck and shouted: "Filippo Inzaghi, I'm going to kill you!!!"

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　　(End of this chapter)