After finishing writing, Huang Kaiwen rang the bell to call someone.
"What are your orders, sir?"
Albert asked.
Huang Kaiwen handed over the freshly written manuscript and said, "These, I want to see them in the papers tomorrow. One for 'World Sports News' and one for Madrid's media."
The old butler has always had contacts with the media.
This kind of small matter can be easily settled.
"Understood, sir."
The old butler took the manuscript, looked at it for two minutes and then asked, "Sir, do you think anyone will believe this?"
"It doesn't matter if Barca's executives believe it or not, and it doesn't matter if their coach believes it or not. I just need to give Barca fans an outlet to vent. Even if they don't believe it, they need a scapegoat, and I point out this target for them, understand? Sometimes right or wrong doesn't matter."
Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.
"Got it, sir. But these Real Madrid players probably never said such things, right?"
Albert asked.
