The fans, however, were not as rational, and the internet immediately exploded!
These headlines really knew how to pick them, knowing how to drive fans crazy. How could phrases like "Ronaldo Disappeared" not be attention-grabbing?
Although Max was being extremely low-key at this moment, the fans had already guessed that he was likely involved in this matter.
Manchester United's top brass was not worried at this point; they were already prepared to let go of Ronaldo. Strictly speaking, his position overlapped with Max's, and having Ronaldo play as a substitute for Max would be like planting a mine in one's own backyard.
At present, the only possible way out was for one of them to proactively leave. The team, of course, already had an idea: they hoped that Ronaldo would be the one to leave voluntarily.
Max had only just arrived at Manchester United. He himself never expected things to turn out this way. Who could have predicted this in advance?
Cao Baming, after some thought, assigned the final task to Mike.
"Find Ronaldo, determine his status, and find a way to make him leave voluntarily."
Mike didn't say much. These simple words, with barely a few characters, conveyed the matter clearly. However, achieving it was far from as simple as it sounded!
The difficulty was imaginable; it might even lead to an uncontrollable situation. But in the end, success was inevitable!
While the outside world continued to buzz with discussions, Cao Baming cast the entire matter aside.
Others, even his closest friend at the club, Messi, were still unaware of his idea to buy a football club, let alone what Mike had been doing in private.
All they knew was that Cao Baming, who played for the same club and was rarely out of their sight, was secretly accumulating wealth.
His fortune had multiplied countless times over these past few months, while their own wallets had grown thinner. They couldn't figure out why, no one could understand.
Cao Baming's salary was on par with Messi and Henry's. His signing bonus and transfer fee were even less than a tenth of those two great stars' when he first arrived.
Now, he was on the Forbes rich list!
Some were still in the dark, as if living in entirely different worlds.
Jealousy was a natural feeling, but then again, how many people in the world could play football with Cao Baming, attend his birthday parties, receive invitations to banquets, and occasionally share meals and relax together?
The prestige they gained from associating with Cao Baming was enough for an ordinary person to envy for a lifetime. Thinking this way made them feel much better.
...
The friendly match proceeded as scheduled. On this day, the team arrived in Argentina.
As a native Argentine, Messi was naturally very excited to return to his homeland and looked forward to a good spar with his team.
Although he clearly understood that the opposing team's strength was indeed too vast compared to the current Arsenal.
For the players of this team, having the opportunity to play with their idol, Messi, was worth a lifetime. Moreover, there was a very important point: they could genuinely learn something, as these footballers might never have competed against such a formidable team in their lives.
This first encounter would undoubtedly be a source of much new knowledge and broadened their horizons.
Most importantly, they also knew that as a friendly match conducted for commercial cooperation, both sides would hold back, give each other some face, and the opposing team would go easy on them.
Messi would certainly not give his all to break their goal and embarrass them.
However, they had all overlooked one point: Cao Baming had no such intentions.
As an anomaly within the team, Cao Baming would not indulge them. He had already planned to score as many goals as possible in this friendly match. Giving face to the opposing players? Impossible!
However, Cao Baming did not travel with the team. Instead, he opted to fly in on a private jet.
While everyone else had arrived at the agreed location, Cao Baming had still not appeared. At this moment, Cao Baming was in the air, en route to his destination, with Mike sitting beside him on the plane.
Cao Baming was reclined on a comfortable, custom-made seat at the rear of the cabin. This seat had cost fifty million and was tailored to his specifications, featuring multiple sensors for intelligent posture adjustment and an AI dialogue control system.
Not only could the structural posture be adjusted, but various temperatures, textures, and firmness levels could also be freely switched. However, the most crucial aspect was that the entire seat was meticulously crafted according to Cao Baming's body dimensions, following strict ergonomic principles.
The precision even reached the millimeter level; even a slight difference could result in a vastly different experience.
If anything in this world could be considered perfect, this seat was extremely close.
At this moment, Cao Baming had his eyes closed, enjoying the massage function of the seat, listening to the surround-sound music, and had a lemon tea-scented wet wipe on his forehead.
Amidst such luxury, he had long forgotten about the match.
He hadn't intended to arrive early anyway; arriving before the match started was sufficient!
The others were familiar with Cao Baming's usual style and did not think much of it, nor did they specifically wait for him.
Cao Baming disliked such formalities, and as club executives, they did not want Cao Baming to disrupt business directly; it was better for everyone this way.
Soon, time had passed, and the agreed time was approaching. Only then did Cao Baming actively call to inquire about the venue's specific location.
As he dialed the phone, he walked off the plane. Gazing at the surrounding scenery, he felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.
The airport was surprisingly close to the sea. The open areas around it, apart from the runway, were vast expanses of ocean. Although he could see for miles, there wasn't a single tall building in sight.
This, he thought, must be the epitome of tranquility!
On the phone, the venue's location was quickly confirmed.
Before Cao Baming arrived, the team members had already begun their warm-up preparations, performing various drills.
Glancing at the time, Cao Baming made a quick judgment: he could make it to this friendly match, so he wouldn't be late, but he likely wouldn't have time for a pre-match warm-up.