"A European Cup. I didn't find any new people." Maldini turned off the TV. Leaning back in a chair. The face is a little tired.

He was going to watch the European Cup. Let's see what's popping up and what's new. The results disappointed him.

Not for nothing. Rather, there are words. The price is too expensive. Milan can't buy it. It's not expensive. It's not as good as Milan's own academy.

"Prices have risen dramatically these days. Previously a loaf of bread for a dollar. Now ten dollars a loaf of bread. On the horrible transfer price of Bale back then. Someone should be overtaking it soon." Inzaghi crossed Erlang's legs. Also reclining in a chair to judge.

"Milan shouldn't need to add any new recruits. The only thing I'm a little worried about is the Milan backline. Although four new guards have been added. But. Older ones. May be prone to injury. Physical strength is also an issue. Midfielder. It's up to Chen Haonan. If he hurts. The others aren't really a bit creative. As for the strikers. I don't have to think too much about it." Maldini brought the conversation back to his team.

"That next season. That's it." Inzaghi has always had very few ideas. It has always been the first to look to Maldini.

Such a simple and calm exchange. It may determine the trend of the lineup next season.

In addition to spending a huge amount of money to introduce Chen Haonan. Everyone else's price is bought at the price of cabbage. And the strength is not top-notch.

"I'm still waiting for someone." Maldini replied. Ethereal eyes. It seems to be stuck in some kind of state.

Wait for whom. Inzaghi doesn't know.

Milan don't have much money to bring in players. Even if it's millions of players. Unless Maldini advances money to buy it himself. Otherwise, where is the money to buy. Look in Maldini's eyes. It doesn't seem to be small.

Is there a free transfer player this year. Inzaghi's eyes rolled and rolled. I really haven't found any quality players who want to transfer freely......

Don't......

Inzaghi's heart raced.

Mo Fei. Kaka.

Kaka returned to Brazil from Real Madrid last year. Joined the Brazilian giants Corinthians.

Thirty-four-year-old Kaka. The physical condition is maintained excellently. It's just that Corinthians seem to have a natural penchant for unpaid wages. Kaka has just been back for a year. Corinthians don't pay their salaries.

Kaka has been in a mood lately. It is said that if the issue of wages cannot be resolved a week before the transfer deadline. The contract will be terminated.

Thirty-four-year-old Kaka. There may not be much market in Brazil anymore. But in Brazil, it can still play its part in the country. There are also multiple clubs watching his whereabouts.

Maldini shouldn't have hit Kaka in the head.

"Kaka." He asked in a low voice.

"Haha. Who else but him. I don't understand others. Kaka I really understand. He can come. Be Chen Haonan's understudy. Perfect. And. He is also Brazilian. It is of great benefit to Chen Haonan." Maldini laughed. Beautiful. Confident.

Kaka can come. Nature is a great thing. But how could he call Kaka back? And it's a sub.

"Every player who goes out of Milan. Always thinking about one day back in Milan to hang up your boots. Right. So I think Kaka will come back." Maldini saw Inzaghi's doubts. Just got an answer.

"I have something to ask you to do."

"Hmm. You asked me to go to Brazil as a lobbyist. Haha." Inzaghi smiled weirdly. Guessed Maldini's heart.

He also has a pretty good relationship with Kaka. He went to talk to Kaka. It may or may not be possible to speed up the process.

A phone call may be able to persuade Kaka. But talk face to face. It's even more sincere. Inzaghi took on the task without hesitation.

"Say hello to him on my behalf."

……

Brazil. Sao paulo.

A strong Brazilian flair. All over the streets of São Paulo.

São Paulo is a football historical name. Among them are three big teams. Sao paulo. Santos. Corinthians.

Even the king of the ball, Pele, is from here. Of course. Chen Haonan has also left footprints here.

Naturally, Inzaghi didn't come to admire Pele's name for a long time. He just wants to find Kaka. Bring the Kaka back to Milan.

Corinthians' training grounds are somewhat empty. Only a few staff members with straw hats were busy on the training ground.

Calculate the time. This should be the time for the team to train for the new season. I didn't see a single player.

The handsome Inzaghi held up his sunglasses with his hand. Swept around. Still didn't find a familiar figure.

Maybe. Let's go on vacation at home.

Damn Kaka. I didn't even tell me if I changed my mobile phone number. He cursed.

It's so big in Brazil. He hasn't been to his house either. How to get in touch.

Since it's here. You can't run for nothing. But I can't find Kaka. I can't pay the difference.

Even more fucked up. It's still the weekend. Corinthians are not at work. Rub it off.

After Inzaghi walked around the training ground. Finally left disappointed.

But I didn't expect to be halfway there. Found a group of fourteen or fifteen-year-olds. Walking to the training ground.

Meaning. Or two teams.

Inzaghi was interested. I found a place to sit down.

I've never seen a fourteen or fifteen-year-old Brazilian kid play football. I don't know if I'll be able to find a new card back here.

He was joking in his heart.

If you just look at a group of children, you can find a kaka. So what has become of Brazil. It can't be. So he must be joking.

This time. A middle-aged man with a straw hat appears. Inzaghi can't see his face clearly.

The middle-aged man reached out to the small heads of the two teams. Took two sums of money.

What does this mean?

"If you come often. I can give you a 20% discount." The middle-aged man took the money and counted it. Then he smiled.

A faint voice crept into Inzaghi's ears.

He kind of got it.

I wiped it. This is borrowed from the club's turf store for rent too. It's really slippery.

But then again, Corinthians are really so bad now. Even the grounds are deserted. Rent to the staff. Inzaghi shook his head with a wry smile.

AC Milan won't be like this one day. And then the trophies in the honor room. It's all scrap metal and sold off.

Oh no. Could it be that Corinthians are really going bankrupt.

Really fucking perverted. Inzaghi couldn't help but curse. He wasn't scolding Corinthians. It's these kids on the field.

Because technology is just too perverted.

Kids show up the technique. It's exactly like an adult playing football in Europe. It's just that the physical fitness is really too poor. Not enough to see.

Look at it. He couldn't help but walk forward. I want to get a closer look.

Brazil is the country. And other countries. Even if it's a teenager. The technology under the feet is also dazzling to look at. This is very appealing to Inzaghi.

He doesn't rely on technology to eat. He relied on consciousness......

But there was one kid who caught his attention.

Number 10 in the white team.

The tallest guy in the team.

"Not bad." Inzaghi moved a little closer again.

The kid he's concerned about. Very short stature. But it's quite light on the feet. Even the people who defend him. None of them could get close to him.

Take the ball in stride. Fast breakout. Perfect passing. Like a rising star. Ah no. This Nima is simply a midfield master.

Inzaghi commented on the kid from a coach's point of view. The reviews given are quite good. Often this kind of review. It's said to a star who has made a name for himself. How did it appear on this kid's body. Looks like he really thought he had picked up a treasure.

"It's good to bring this little guy back to Milan and train him." He suddenly had this idea.

I don't know at such a young age. Is there a broker anymore? He began to ponder. If you can't bring Kaka back to Milan in Brazil. It's not bad to bring this kid back. Ha ha. He was happy.

Inzaghi was very patient to watch the whole game. Then at the end of the game. So I ran up and struck up a conversation.

I used to pick up beautiful women. No. It was a beautiful woman who took the initiative to talk to him. Now he's going to take the initiative to pick up a little player.

How do you feel a little bit of a pedophile? He snorted twice. I walked up.

"Little one. The ball is well kicked. There is no team." Inzaghi came up like a scout. It sounds like a European scout.

Soccer superstar at his start. Isn't that how you were hooked up?

When approaching. Only then did I see the little guy's appearance. Black Bula. Dirty. The face is covered with pockmarks. It's when puberty develops. That's the height. Seems to be a little shorter. And Inzaghi stood. It's only to the chest......

The little guy thought at first it wasn't for him. Look left and right. only to find that Inzaghi's eyes were just on him.

Stretched out his finger and pointed at himself. Are you talking to me. He looked terrified.

"He. Where will there be a team. He's twenty-six this year." The little one didn't speak. Someone answered for him.

Forehead...... Cold sweat broke out on Inzaghi's forehead. I heard you right. He was twenty-six years old.

He looks left and right. Look up and down. No matter how you look at it, it's a little kid. What's going on at twenty-six years old.

A stunned expression was written on his face......

The little guy in front of him also flashed a trace of loneliness. Looks like the teammate said pretty much the same.

That look also told Inzaghi. It's true.

It's really like that.. Inzaghi still couldn't believe it.

For the hair. For the hair. Just because the height is not enough. Because looks don't work. There is no chance of joining a professional league. He suddenly felt like he was a little blocked.

Twenty-six years old. One meter fifty-five. This age, this height. Fucked up indeed. But this technology. This awareness. Really top notch.

"Let's go. Let's go get something to eat. By the way, let's talk." Inzaghi held out his hand. Patted the little guy on the shoulder. And then I can't help but say. Wrap your arms around his neck.

The little one's teammates. Dumbfounded at this move.0

Is this guy really a scout. Actually fell in love with this guy. No one could believe it.

"Marcos is not without scouts. It's just that he's twenty-six years old. And they were discouraged. Now. Is this stupid hat scout. Be the first to eat crabs." It's not the players who speak. It's the worker who just collected the money.

"He's the first silly hat scout I've ever seen......"