Chapter 538: A Grain of Dust in the Wind

Compared to Fang Huan's terrifying media matrix and commercial channels that could cover every corner of the globe...
Miami's so-called "commercial development" was practically a promotional event at a village convenience store.
"..."
Even so, Messi still hesitated.
Go to Xia Country? That football wasteland? An amateur league with almost no presence on the world football map?
More importantly, the next World Cup was being held in the Americas, and he had originally planned to go there in advance to adapt to the environment and prepare for his final dance.
Now, however, he had to go to a completely unfamiliar country, and have all his plans scrapped and started over?
"What if... I refuse?" Messi gritted his teeth and asked the last, and most crucial, question.
His agent's voice suddenly became incredibly serious, and he said, word by word:
"To be honest... Leo... if you refuse, you might never touch football again in your life."
"!?!"
Messi stared intently at his agent with a look that said, "Are you fucking kidding me?"
“This is no exaggeration!
After the news about Fang Huan broke, all the clubs have uniformly withdrawn all offers and intentions to sign you!
Do you think this is a coincidence?
Those shrewd people understand one thing:
Anyone you can offend, but never Fang Huan!
Anyone who dares to stand in Fang Huan's way will be instantly wiped out, leaving not a trace!”
Medusa's gaze was nothing short of terrifying!
“You mean, if I dare to say 'no'…”
“Then, no club in this world will dare to sign you.”
The agent paused, a flicker of fear in his eyes,
“And… who knows what methods Fang Huan and his gang of lunatics will use to retaliate against us? It will be an unpredictable hell!”
Looking at the agent's face, which looked worse than if his father had died, Messi knew this was no joke.
Messi, the football king who reigns supreme on the pitch, captivating all who behold him...
His entire life was spent focused solely on playing football, until today, for the first time, he was forced to look up, finally glimpsing the terrifying shadow that looms over the world, the one that truly controls everything!
It turns out, before true power, the so-called football king is nothing more than a speck of dust in the wind.
The so-called freedom of choice is merely a gift from a higher power.
From the moment Fang Huan Investment delivered that thin yet incredibly heavy offer, his right to choose had already vanished!
***
"No way? This actually works?"
When Su Hao heard the report that Messi had accepted the offer, he was completely stunned.
“Absolutely true.” Li Huilin’s voice was brimming with barely suppressed excitement.
“Messi’s team has officially accepted Fang Huan’s offer.
Our group’s PR department has gone crazy, feeding articles to media outlets worldwide. The news is probably already exploding.”
Su Hao, still somewhat skeptical, pulled out his phone and swiped to unlock it.
Sure enough, the headlines of all the major portal websites were dominated by the same man’s name.
On the internet, it was already a cataclysmic upheaval!
[A stunning comeback! Messi rejects Miami, officially joins the Scottish Premiership!]
[Fang Huan Investment pulls off another incredible move! The Scottish Premiership will welcome its biggest foreign star in history!]
[The Scottish Premiership is no longer a dream! Messi is here!]
[Su Hao's dad is awesome! Money really can buy anything!]
Social media and major forums have completely collapsed, turning into a sea of ​​celebration.
From the Eastern Hemisphere to the Western Hemisphere, the entire Earth is shaking violently with the earth-shattering news of "Messi joining the Scottish Premiership!"
"He actually... accepted it." Su Hao clicked his tongue, still feeling a bit surreal.
"The Strategy Department deserves immense credit.
They reportedly offered a series of 'devilish clauses' that even a god couldn't refuse, meticulously arranging Messi's future. It was difficult for him to refuse."
Even so, Su Hao knew that getting Messi to abandon his almost-confirmed trip to Miami and join a completely unfamiliar league in Xia Country involved far more twists and turns than imagined.
He knew without a doubt what happened at Miami International; it must have been those "civilized" people in the Strategy Department using some… "special methods" that went beyond conventional business negotiations.
However, the result was good.
"Messi, the most important piece of the puzzle, is now in place. Our investment script to 'make Xia Country the world's sports center' can finally officially begin."
Li Huilin's tone was filled with excitement.
Yes, this was only the beginning of the grand drama.
Making Xia Country the Jerusalem of the world sports world.
What a magnificent, what a crazy vision!
To achieve this goal, countless new, magnificent stadiums, comparable to or even surpassing Tottenham's new stadium, would need to be built.
Fortunately, the government also keenly sensed the immense historical opportunity, regarding it as a national strategic project, engaging in deep cooperation with Fang Huan, and providing strong support.
Although this would cost astronomical sums, the group's actuaries determined that the future returns would be a hundred times greater!
"Give my regards to the brothers in the strategy department," Su Hao said.
"Alright! I bet they're excited right now, and they understand that the real battle has only just begun!"
"Oh, right," Su Hao suddenly remembered something, "How's it going with Saudi Arabia?"
"What else could it be?" Li Huilin curled her lip,
"The Saudi royal family is furious. They reportedly sent our company a strongly worded protest letter, practically calling us robbers."
Saudi Arabia had tried to bring Fang Huan on board, using their oil dollars to pave a future for them.
Unfortunately, under Su Hao's new investment guidelines, all partners must pass the rigorous evaluation of the ESG Association.
And Saudi Arabia… clearly falls short of those evaluation standards.
“Let those headscarves cool off on their own,” Su Hao said dismissively.
“Understood. But Chairman Su, our group has been spending far too much lately, and our cash flow is a bit tight.
Investing in the domestic sports industry is a bottomless pit, and that ‘New World’ project in Africa has also poured a lot of money into it.”
Mentioning the Africa project stirred a ripple in Su Hao's heart.
That project disregarded any commercial returns; it was purely to help those struggling with famine.
To put it bluntly, it was a losing proposition, a way for Fang Huan to use his own wealth to heal the wounds of the world.
“Chairman Su, you don’t need to worry about it,” Li Huilin said with a smile, seemingly reading his thoughts.
“Our Fang Huan Group’s annual profits are astronomical, and all of that is thanks to you.
So, whatever project you want to invest in, even if it’s just throwing money into the water, the group will support you unconditionally.
After all, compared to the money you bring back to the group every year, that ‘small’ loss is just a drop in the ocean.”