Chapter 2441 - 616: Farewell, Ancelotti

Chapter 2441: Chapter 616: Farewell, Ancelotti

Van Dijk has been transferred to Milan for three days already, but with a new team, he’s still completely unfamiliar.

The best training facilities in the world, the club with the most fans worldwide.

Things like this he never even thought about, at least not at this stage.

After training ended, he followed fellow countryman Kuyt.

Because van Persie and Van Bommel don’t really like him.

"Want to know why they have that attitude?"

Kuyt asked.

"Yeah." Van Dijk nodded fervently.

"Mark doesn’t like mixed-race people nor Surinamese, understand? His relationship with De Jong is also just average, no personal connection."

Kuyt whispered.

"And Robin? Does he discriminate too?"

Van Dijk asked.

"No, he just purely thinks you’re bad at soccer, not worth talking to."

Kuyt said.

Van Dijk:...

No wonder van Persie has his nose in the air all day.

Seeing Van Dijk silent, Kuyt smiled and comforted him: "Actually, Milan isn’t that complicated, as long as you get along well with the captain."

"The Dutch captain? Mark?"

Van Dijk asked.

Kuyt rolled his eyes and said: "How could it be, I meant Kevin! We’re called Kevin and his teammates, whether it’s you or me doesn’t matter, what’s important is Kevin."

Van Dijk nodded, finally understanding.

He wanted to get along well with every teammate.

Now he sees that he was going in the wrong direction.

After the national team match day.

Milan won narrowly at home 2:1 against Atalanta.

Immediately afterward, the whole team flew to Paris.

The upcoming UEFA Champions League group match attracted the eyes of the world.

This summer, PSG recruited many players.

The most eye-catching was, of course, bringing Messi away from Milan for a high price.

French fans had quite a bit of expectation, after all, a Ligue 1 team hasn’t had any success in European competitions for a long time.

This game has also become the focus of the whole world.

From the moment Milan’s entire team checked into the Raphael Hotel, they received tremendous attention.

Outside the hotel were all fans and journalists.

Although this is the most expensive hotel in Paris, with an excellent location overlooking the Eiffel Tower.

The interior is lavishly decorated, offering silk wall coverings and luxurious antique décor. The hotel retains some luxurious antiques like large armoires and tall windows, offering deluxe room service.

But regarding Milan’s stay, they still paid great attention.

Accommodating the entire Milan team is a very good promotion for any hotel.

To prevent journalists from sneaking in, they even temporarily added an immature facial recognition system, and when serving the Milan players, there were always two servers in a group, preventing journalists while also supervising each other to avoid taking sneaky photos of the stars’ private lives.

Top hotels are the least willing to leak customer privacy.

Even for exposés costing hundreds of thousands of euros, for these hotels it’s a small matter, the negative impact of customer privacy being exposed isn’t something that can be solved with a little money.

"Pull me, quickly, pull me!"

Huang Kaiwen shouted.

Kroos hurriedly controlled his character to go back and pull him, while little Bender kept shooting to clear the creatures.

Huang Kaiwen called the German trio into his room, and together they teamed up in "Left 4 Dead."

The game is rather crude, but it’s fun playing together.

Conveniently, all three Germans brought laptops, so they teamed up to play.

"Shoot those zombies, hurry up!"

Ramos urged from behind.

He always felt the game wasn’t realistic.

If it were him, he could smash the zombies’ heads with his bare hands.

Inzaghi wrapped an arm around Van Dijk’s shoulder and said in half-baked suburban London accented English: "See, even if you want to play with Kevin, you need to compete, and I am Kevin’s best friend."

Van Dijk nodded repeatedly.

He saw how servile van Persie was in front of Huang Kaiwen.

Damn, saying it’s Kevin and his playmates wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

"If you want to get along well with Kevin, you can first join the Holy Roman Empire, then you and I are on the same side, and with Kevin too."

Inzaghi quietly enticed.

"How can I join?"

Van Dijk asked.

"Originally, you had to complete some empire tasks, but recently there’s nothing going on, so just pay, you pay ten thousand euros, and you’re in."

Inzaghi said with a smile.

Kaka turned and said: "Don’t believe his nonsense, when others joined his Holy Roman Empire, he didn’t even charge, and he gave them titles."

Inzaghi widened his eyes, arguing: "That was before, during the founding stage of the empire, now the empire has developed significantly, isn’t it different?"

"If having only four people counts as development."

Kaka said disdainfully.

"What’s wrong with four people? You don’t understand the hardship within this."

Inzaghi said defiantly.

Kaka didn’t feel like talking to him, he picked up his phone, went to a corner, and dialed out. After connecting, he said a couple of words, and then immediately: "Let Paul pick up the phone..."

The group played all the way until dinner.

There’s always a sense of urgency in such survival games.

The restaurant offered quite a variety of dishes.

Mainly American, British, Italian, and some other European country cuisines.

Huang Kaiwen casually picked some pasta and shrimp and sat in his place.

"Where’s Ricardo?"

Huang Kaiwen asked curiously.

"He’s on the phone with Paul." Ramos said grouchily: "The kid’s hearing hasn’t developed, how can he keep listening on the phone like that."