There was one more person, whose name, if merely mentioned, would likely astonish everyone. Fortunately, this was merely a simulation and not a real scene.
Cao Baming had already learned that Beckham would return to the pitch successfully summoned in a few months. This news caught everyone completely off guard, as they had all assumed Beckham was already enjoying his peaceful retirement.
But for someone who truly loved football, how could such an opportunity be squandered?
As a pivotal figure in the midfield and defense, Beckham was also one of the core players of this Manchester United team.
Most of the time, he and Kant formed a solid defensive line in the team's midfield and defense, with very few players able to break through the barrier they created. Their role was interception and tackling, and once an interception was made, it would immediately transform into a sharp attacking opportunity.
The passing network feeding the team forward not only boasted master organizers like De Bruyne and Modrić, but also master facilitators like Messi and Ronaldo, who could drop back to the midfield, receive the ball, and dribble all the way into the opponent's goal.
Looking at this star-studded lineup, Cao Baming's heart filled with excitement and anticipation. However, the funding had not been planned for in advance, and the difficulty of bringing all these players to the team was far from ordinary.
Funding was perhaps only one issue, and not the true problem. Take Ronaldo, for instance, the core of the team's forward line. To sign him, one would first need to overcome Real Madrid.
But these were mere problems. The outcome was already decided; once the issues were identified, the next step was to resolve them.
Real Madrid wanted Ronaldo? Very well, the problem became simple: compete with them. Nothing in this world is obtained without competition, and competition was something Cao Baming had never worried about.
His past experiences showed he had never lost, never, not even once.
Emerging from the system, Cao Baming opened his eyes and saw the world before him, as if waking from a dream. This was the first time he had spent such a long duration within the system.
If he wished, he could have stayed in there indefinitely, thus achieving the purpose of extending his lifespan.
Even though the time flow within the system might have been different, even vastly so, the sky outside the window had already darkened. A significant amount of time had passed, and it was now night in the real world.
Cao Baming slowly stood up, recalling the adjustments he had made within the system space.
Yes, that was it. The next sprint target had been clearly defined!
Cao Baming's gaze became more resolute. What was on his mind now was the lineup used in the last match that had satisfied him – a starting eleven plus the players on the bench, forming an incredibly opulent super Galacticos, unmatched by any team currently in existence!
He had to admit, even recalling the lineup used in the final simulation within the system, Cao Baming himself felt a sense of unease. If he were to face this team on the field, he wouldn't be entirely confident of winning.
Let alone at his current level, it seemed impossible!
A surge of excitement suddenly ignited within Cao Baming, because winning constantly could become tiresome. Now, he faced a genuine challenge, a team that even he found terrifying, an opponent he was not sure he could defeat!
Such a prospect naturally filled him with exhilaration.
Suddenly, a brand-new idea flashed through his mind. Once the transfer targets were confirmed, he would definitely simulate a match against this Manchester United team within the system. He was already impatient.
Could he truly win? Could he find a way to break through the defensive system he himself had meticulously crafted?
Imagine facing the double-team pressure of Kant and Beckham, with Achraf and Davies on the right, Carlos and Luís Figo on the left, and Van Dijk retreating in front. It would indeed be difficult, certainly not as effortless as usual.
Most importantly, he would need to constantly guard against them launching a counter-attack with a single pass. Neither Sancho, Messi, nor the alien Ronaldo were to be trifled with.
After all, as teammates at Arsenal, they had opportunities to face each other during training matches. Messi's attacking prowess was top-tier, no question. If he returned to his peak form, combined with his current experience and intelligence, he would be close to divine, if not a god.
And the Ronaldo in front of him could already be called a god.
Nothing was confirmed yet, but everything could begin to be prepared. Money was not an issue, because unlike other owners, Cao Baming did not care about money. He had bought Manchester United not to make a profit.
With that understanding, there was much less to ponder, allowing him to focus his attention solely on improving the team and achieving his personal goals.
However, Cao Baming was well aware of making money; even if he didn't want to make money, in the end, failing to make money would be harder than climbing to heaven.
With such a sense of accomplishment, the day passed in happiness.
The next day, Cao Baming woke up early, as he had a significant task to complete that day.
Today was the scheduled meeting with the higher-ups, and on this day, Cao Baming would completely withdraw from Arsenal.
For Arsenal fans, this day would surely be filled with tears, as their team would lose Cao Baming, and they understood what that meant.
Without Cao Baming, the next season's matches would undoubtedly lose much of their enjoyment, because there were things only Cao Baming could do, and without him, the matches would lose a great deal.
Furthermore, the team's performance might not be sustainable. Pessimistically speaking, the Champions League title might bid them farewell forever; this was their last chance!
However, what the fans did not know was that at the same time, another person had also made the decision to leave the team: Messi!
Regarding the club's request for a salary reduction, Messi's decision after consideration was to refuse. The reason was naturally not about money; the club had lost the respect it owed him, and that was important!