Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 869 - 835 London F4_2

Chapter 869: Chapter 835 London F4_2

A Bu’s reputation is not small either, and like Wang Ye, he is a prominent figure in London, especially known for his vast wealth, which has left a deep impression on London soccer fans.

Therefore, the audience at the scene also gave him a warm round of applause.

After introducing these three guests, it was clear that there would be even more important figures to come!

Everyone had their guesses, for this was Arsenal’s home ground, and apart from that mysterious club owner, there probably wasn’t anyone else who deserved to be introduced last.

As expected, the DJ at the venue once again raised his voice, drawing out the words, "Finally... the man who has taken our club to unprecedented heights... Mr. Mikhail!"

Cheers erupted in the stadium like a tidal wave, so loud that the entire arena seemed to tremble slightly!

As for Mr. Mikhail, the club owner, Arsenal fans truly loved and respected him from the bottom of their hearts.

Indeed, as the on-site DJ said, it was Mr. Mikhail’s arrival that led Arsenal Club to an unprecedented level!

By investing hundreds of millions of pounds, he had resolved the club’s financial issues and even brought several superstar players to the fans!

Arsenal was now on top of the world and invincible!

Fans are simple creatures, whoever makes their beloved club better, they will genuinely like that person.

Back then, the football circle was relatively pure compared to now, not mixed with too many external factors.

Wang Ye also stood in front of the glass curtain wall, smiling and waving to the fans all around the stadium.

As for Helen, who was not introduced by the DJ, she stood unassumingly beside Wang Ye, just a half step behind him.

Their faces appeared simultaneously on the big screen hanging above the stadium and were broadcast on television screens around the whole world!

This Premier League focal match was being televised live by national TV stations in most countries around the globe.

What Wang Ye didn’t expect was that his appearance, just by chance, was seen by his father, thousands of miles away...

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Wang Ye’s dad was also a pseudo soccer fan – the kind who could name a few soccer stars and luxury clubs but didn’t support any particular team, watching the spotlight matches when he had time and skipping them when he didn’t...

Of course, he never played soccer himself.

The Premier League was broadcasted in China, and today his dad happened to be free and was watching the Arsenal versus Manchester United game.

When he turned on the TV, it was just as the on-site DJ was introducing Mikhail.

A close-up of Wang Ye appeared on the TV screen.

Seeing that familiar face, his dad was stunned for a moment, thinking he had seen wrong. Rubbing his eyes to take a closer look, the camera had already moved on.

Meanwhile, the Chinese TV station’s commentators continued to introduce Mr. Mikhail, saying he was the richest man in Russia, with a net worth of over ten billion US dollars, and how much money he had invested in Arsenal Club, and the superstar players he had brought over.

Of course, they also emphasized that this Mr. Mikhail was indeed a big shot.

Besides being rich, he also had power and fame – a Deputy Speaker of the Russian Duma, a Faction Party Leader, and his fiancée was genuine nobility...

Hearing all this, Wang Ye’s dad couldn’t help but laugh; how could this possibly be his son!

He guessed his eyes must have been playing tricks on him earlier, or maybe because his son hadn’t come home for a while, he was missing him a bit...

Actually, even if Wang Ye’s dad had paid close attention and tried to search online, it would have been difficult to find news about Wang Ye within China.

Wang Ye’s two trips back to China on official business had indeed made the news, but there were no close-up photos of his face. They were either distant shots or side profile photos, evidently "taken care of" by certain departments.

Because his identity was somewhat sensitive, he shouldn’t be exposed too much in China, to prevent any unexpected situations.

As for abroad, Wang Ye hadn’t paid much special attention to these things; whatever needed to be in the news was there, and that was that.

Even if relatives in China or old classmates saw him, at most they would just wonder why this Mikhail looked a bit like the Wang Ye they knew, but they wouldn’t actually make the connection between the two.

This was normal, not to mention the long string of "prefixes" that came with Wang Ye when he appeared in foreign media.

Just his image alone was vastly different from the Wang Ye known to acquaintances in China.

Wang Ye from three years ago was just an immature high school student whose clothes and dress were very "simple". Apart from his decent looks, he couldn’t really be said to have any particular charisma.

But the man he was now seemed like a completely different person!

Even if one did not know him, seeing Wang Ye in public would instantly make one realize he was a big shot!

Because now, every time he appeared, he was surrounded by a large group of people.

And he was always in the center of attention...

Clothes, image, temperament, and the intangible aura all told everyone that he was no ordinary man!

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Back on the arena, with the sound of the referee’s whistle, the match had already begun.

When Wang Ye and his group watched the game, it was naturally different from the ordinary soccer fans; they wouldn’t become so excited that they’d jump up and shout.

They drank beer, smoked, and chatted merrily, clapping with a smile only when the home team players performed brilliantly.

Helen also knew her place, sitting on the side with a smile on her face, never speaking out of turn, just quietly listening to the conversations among Wang Ye and his friends.

Just twenty minutes into the game, Arsenal had taken the lead.

The stadium DJ exclaimed passionately:

"It’s Ronaldinho again, he received the ball from Nesta in midfield, advanced quickly with the ball!

A superb ’rabona’ to get past the opposing defender.

Then came a step over move, sending the pursuing defender tumbling to the ground!

Approaching the top of the penalty box, two Manchester United defenders rushed up, trying to close the door to stop him.

Ronaldinho looked over to the left side of the pitch, and the Manchester United defenders, very alert, quickly shifted their center of gravity there to prevent Ronaldinho’s pass.

Oh! My God!

The ball was passed, but not to the left; it emerged on the right!

Henry, hidden just behind Ronaldinho to the right, sprinted toward the ball like an arrow released from its bow.

In Henry’s eyes, there was only the empty net; he took a powerful shot!

GOAL... GOAL...!

The ball went in..."

This was one of Arsenal’s classic combinations of the season.

Ronaldinho had the ball and broke through, attracting multiple defenders before quickly passing it to ’assassin’ Henry, who would then seal the deal!

Their coordination had become incredibly tacit over half a season of playing together.

Moreover, both of them, in terms of technique and speed, were at the peak of the football circle, hence the high efficiency in scoring goals!

Seeing such a fantastic goal, Wang Ye, A Bu, William, and Harry all stood up to applause and cheer for Ronaldinho and Henry’s performance.

The camera naturally turned toward them in time, broadcasting their clapping and cheering on the stadium’s big screen.

Wang Ye stood in the middle, with William and Harry on his left, and Helen and A Bu on his right; although it was unintentional, it inadvertently revealed the hierarchy among them.

One had to say, all four, in terms of wealth and fame, were quite high.

Even the image of the four was not bad, with the oldest, A Bu, not even hitting forty yet.

If Helen were a Chinese journalist, she probably would have given them the nickname "London F4"...

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The game over, Wang Ye and his group had stood up to applaud and cheer for Arsenal three times.

The final score was 3:0...

After the game, seizing the moment while the four were in high spirits, Helen spoke up, "Mr. Mikhail, let me take a group photo for you. I have studied photography technology."

Being a journalist, her photography skills naturally wouldn’t be poor.

But her motive was also obvious, which was to get a group photo of the four to publish in The Times.

Such a photo would definitely attract many to dig into their pockets to buy the newspaper!

Because these four people were full of newsworthy topics, and what’s more rare, they were all standing together!