The position was so comfortable, it made one reluctant to leave.
Through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, one could not only see fireworks in the distance but also the traffic below, which shimmered under the night lights as if providing accompaniment to a grand symphony. The sea was also within view.
Wave after wave rolled in, like the most fundamental rhythm in a symphony, setting the beat for the entire performance. It was so uniform, and so captivating.
In this light, the floor-to-ceiling window was no longer just a window but a frame for a painting. The scene it presented was one no artist could replicate, for it was dynamic and flowing, not static.
That night, the two of them spent a romantic and joyful evening, until finally at 11 o'clock, the grand finale of the fireworks display arrived, bringing everything to an unprecedented climax.
For this, Cao Baiming specifically ran downstairs and returned to the beach. He believed that beauty, in its true form, could only be appreciated without the mediation of glass, directly.
The grand finale was even more stunning than the opening ceremony.
Fireworks of various shapes bloomed in the sky. Even after the display ended, their light seemed to linger in the night, rendering the entire black sky into a riot of colors.
Yesterday evening was entirely devoted to this fireworks show. It was worth it; it was absolutely worth it. It was too beautiful.
And a mere contract, for Cao Baiming, was nothing. While two hundred million pounds might seem like a significant sum to ordinary people, to him, it was merely the difference of a casual wave of his hand.
To acquire two hundred million pounds required no complex maneuvers. A simple manipulation of the stock market with his current capital could yield the sum in about ten minutes.
The only tool needed for this was a system skill. After its latest upgrade, the system's capabilities had significantly improved compared to before, though Cao Baiming had yet to truly test them.
As the two of them watched the final, most exciting, and most spectacular part of the fireworks display, the former owner of Manchester United sat in his office counting money. Mike had already transferred all the funds for the team's sale into his account that afternoon, with no delays and a single, complete payment.
Such promptness was rare, even surprising him.
Now, his heart was filled with joy as he looked at the eight hundred and ten million pounds that had appeared in his account. What did it matter if he lost a team? Manchester United, to him, was now like a piece of scrap paper, an eyesore that made him uncomfortable. He was only relieved that someone was willing to accept this mess, as most people saw no future in it.
Perhaps, other than Cao Baiming, the reason other teams might have been interested in Manchester United was because, in the final competition, they had driven away Cristiano Ronaldo and kept Max, which set a precedent for the team's future and offered a sliver of hope.
However, what they all didn't know was that Cao Baiming had already made up his mind. He had a decision: the first thing he would do upon arriving at the team would be to issue an order to find a way to make Max leave.
Not for any other reason, but simply to make that fellow uncomfortable. He would spare no cost for this, as who truly cared about money? Cao Baiming certainly didn't.
The former owner of Manchester United continued to feel fortunate that night, especially for the events of the afternoon meeting, which allowed him to secure an additional two hundred million pounds and an extra two years of contract duration, far exceeding his expectations.
Although he hadn't shown his excitement and joy during the meeting due to the presence of others, in the empty room now, he could no longer contain himself. He burst into laughter, a smug and sinister laugh of triumph.
After all, with so many people watching, how could he possibly display such an attitude?
After finishing watching the final spectacular segment of the fireworks show, Cao Baiming and Wu Xue returned to the car and began their journey back.
This day had been perfect for Cao Baiming, without any flaws; everything seemed to fall perfectly into place.
There was nothing to fault. Now, sitting in the car, looking at the scenery outside and the beauty beside him, less than a meter away, his heart was filled with happiness.
That night, the attendees were immersed in the fireworks display, and finally, it was time for everyone to disperse and begin their journeys home. It was getting late, and everyone had no other plans.
Most importantly, everyone was still unaware of the successful transaction, as it had not yet been publicly announced. However, by tomorrow, everything would be completely different. Once this news broke, it would undoubtedly ignite the entire football world, and even saying it would only ignite the football world would be an understatement; the entire world would be shaken by this news.
The change of ownership of Manchester United, this inherently momentous event, would be like a bomb, directly exploding the media landscape. And if the new owner were the currently hottest star, Cao Baiming, then the resulting impact would be unimaginable.
Compared to this news, any past event, whether a team victory or any other news, would seem like a trivial matter, completely incomparable.
Lying in bed that night, Cao Baiming already felt a sense of anticipation. When this news was truly revealed to the outside world, it would undoubtedly cause an earthquake-like reaction.
And the mere tens of billions of pounds were not a significant sum to him. The next important task was how to manage the team he had just acquired, as even he himself admitted that Manchester United was not currently a good team.