Considering the recent events, none could possibly compare to the transaction that just concluded yesterday, a deal valued at 8.6 billion.
After all, that was enough to directly purchase a football club, and not just any random team, but Manchester United Football Club.
As expected, the news referred to the acquisition of the team. From the message sent by Mike, Cao Baming learned that the news had already been officially released. Astonishingly, six hours had already passed since the news broke.
Alright, Ming was somewhat surprised by this timeframe. After all, six hours had passed, meaning the news had likely spread to a significant extent, and the outside world had probably exploded.
He hadn't anticipated that the club would choose to release this news at 4 AM. Surely, it should have been released this morning. Who would have thought they’d choose 4 AM?
However, upon further thought, it was entirely understandable. Perhaps they also considered the media's perspective. Releasing the news at a time when everyone was awake would only cause the story to explode even more violently.
Just then, Cao Baming looked out the window of his room. Although the street wasn't visible, everything outside seemed as calm as usual.
The explosion of news and the frenzy of public opinion were more akin to a hidden undercurrent. On the surface, things appeared calm, but in reality, the situation might have already reached a state far beyond mere tranquility. Although the outside world was currently peaceful, it was conceivable that in a few more days, as the information and news continued to ferment, things would become entirely different.
Cao Baming slowly sat down and nodded gently, feeling a sense of satisfaction from the bottom of his heart regarding the current situation. Everything was proceeding rather smoothly.
Perhaps the only slight inconvenience was the sudden disappearance of over 8 billion pounds from his account. However, those were merely numbers. He certainly couldn't spend that much money right now.
Moreover, a mere 8 billion pounds was nothing compared to his much larger principal. It was just the tip of the iceberg. With such a substantial capital, earning another 8 billion pounds would be incredibly easy.
Most importantly, this money wasn't like shopping at a supermarket where it was simply spent. For Cao Baming, this was an investment. While the outside world might see it as a sure loss, Manchester United, now in Cao Baming's hands, would undoubtedly shatter most people's expectations.
“Could it be that today is the day?” Suddenly, Cao Baming seemed to recall something. He was thinking about the sensation he experienced in that unfamiliar space after the system skill, Time Cannon, was activated for the first time.
This was because the feeling he was experiencing now was exactly like the one he had then, so much so that there was virtually no difference.
“Could it be that today is the day I will witness that scene I first saw?”
Cao Baming began to recall his experience when he first entered the system space. He felt as if he were in a dream. What he remembered most vividly was walking out of that familiar conference room, heading onto the pitch, and encountering Head Coach Guardiola.
Then, he remembered that Manchester United's current head coach was still Ten Hag, not Guardiola. Messi was also still at Arsenal and hadn’t left yet. With this in mind, his fantasy was successfully shattered. It was now almost certain that the scene he envisioned would occur in the not-too-distant future.
Although the thought had come to him out of the blue, it served as a reminder to Cao Baming. Now was the time to start working on these matters. After all, he had just bought a team. If he didn't nurture it properly, how could that be acceptable? He couldn't just leave it there and ignore it completely.
With this thought, Cao Baming immediately dialed Mike's number. He had previously informed Mike of all his ideas and plans for what he wanted to do after purchasing Manchester United. While most of his plans were not yet finalized, Mike was the only one who truly understood his current thoughts.
Regarding Arsenal, Cao Baming knew the club's situation very well. The club was already facing serious financial problems. Not only was he himself about to leave the team in this transfer window, but it was highly likely that another player would also choose to depart. That player was Messi.
With this in mind, Cao Baming immediately had an idea for his next course of action: to call Messi directly and ask his old teammate if he was willing to join the same team.
The term "same team" didn't necessarily imply a teammate relationship. In fact, the relationship between a team owner and a player under the owner's team was also perfectly acceptable. It all depended on whether Messi himself was willing.
With this thought, Cao Baming dialed the number. He had no idea what Messi was doing at that very moment.
Cao Baming called Messi’s phone three times in a row, but each attempt went unanswered. Finally, he gave up.
Although he didn't understand the reason, it wasn't uncommon for Messi's phone to be unreachable eight out of ten times. It was probably a personal habit, Cao Baming thought. He then composed an email and sent it to Messi's inbox before shifting his attention to other matters.
Meanwhile, Messi was walking along the streets of Arsenal with Antonela, browsing near Arsenal's most famous shopping mall. Both of them were wearing masks to avoid being recognized by too many fans.
Today was Antonela's first day in Arsenal, so it was only natural for the two of them to go out for a stroll, explore, and catch up. As for his phone, Messi had naturally left it in the car. He didn't want anything to disturb his leisure time while shopping. Even if his superior called, so what? There really wasn't any leader Messi couldn't handle.
However, he would never have imagined that the call would be from his good friend Cao Baming. At this moment, the phone was placed on the passenger seat of the car, vibrating with a buzzing sound that echoed throughout the cabin, which was otherwise empty.