Da da da, da da da...
Huang Kaiwen and Ramos were sitting in front of the TV playing video games.
The fax machine at home kept ringing.
"Cassano, that jerk, bought a fax machine and keeps bothering you. Next time we go to Manchester for a match, I'm going to trash his house!" Ramos said unhappily.
"Forget it."
Huang Kaiwen waved his hand dismissively and said with a laugh, "Kids always get excited about new electronics at home. He'll get over it soon enough."
The fax machine at home was rarely turned off.
After all, the Yellow Ball King was the mastermind behind several enterprises.
He also controlled a world-class club like AC Milan.
The young lady's secretary or sponsors would occasionally send some stuff over.
"Ha, he doesn't even look at the crap he writes, yet he wants you to help edit it, Kevin."
Ramos said disdainfully.
This player who didn't even graduate high school actually wants to create something.
