Chapter 953: Wait, or get out!

"We want De Bruyne, not ugly capital!"

"De Bruyne stays, Chinese get out!"

"We are the owners of Inter Milan, give the football back to us!"

"As long as the ticket prices don't drop, we will boycott the game!"

"Get out of Milan, Chinese investors!"

"All Nerazzurri, let's take action and take back our team!"

…

Then we saw a group of aggressive fans, about two or three hundred in number, breaking through the crowded crowd, even knocking down quite a few people, rushing into the venue, holding up banners high.

Among them, there was even a group of extreme fans who pulled up a large curtain with a picture of Yang Huan and a bloody word "kill" on it, which was shocking to see.

But this group of people seemed to be putting on a show. They first showed it to the guests and club management at the main gate, and then turned to the fans and reporters, allowing them to take pictures openly, as if they were enjoying this moment.

In the stands, Inter Milan’s management were a little depressed.

At such a memorable moment, such a scandal occurred. Wouldn't this make Inter Milan a laughing stock around the world?

Looking at Young Master Huan who was sitting far away, I found that his face was as gloomy as water and he seemed to be very unhappy.

Yes, who would be happy when encountering such a thing?

"Master Huan, this..." Fassone leaned over and wanted to explain.

At the very least, he has to distance himself from the matter as soon as possible, right?

Yang Huan raised his hand and stopped him from continuing. "Don't worry about them. Since they like to make trouble, just let them be."

There is a type of people who just like to make trouble. The more you care about them, the more excited they become.

In the past few days, this group of fans has been in the spotlight. They surrounded Moratti's house and threatened to raise funds to buy back Inter Milan. With the help of the media and reporters, it seemed that the public was very enthusiastic and they seemed determined to force Yang Huan out of Serie A.

But in Master Huan's opinion, the methods used by this group of people were inferior.

It's almost the same as the siege of Durini Street a year ago, with no progress at all.

"Master Huan, do you want to deploy more police officers?" Milan Mayor Pisapia asked worriedly.

You know, if this group of fans really get excited, they can do anything.

But Yang Huan smiled slightly and shook his head in a relaxed and natural manner, "No need, a bunch of clowns can't accomplish anything."

Coincidentally, at this time, Moratti, accompanied by his son Angelo, also came to the Glory Stadium.

When he saw that this group of fans had actually caused trouble in such an occasion, he was immediately furious.

"Nonsense, this is really too much!"

"Don't be angry, Massimo, if you're angry you'll fall into their trap!"

At this point, Yang Huan suddenly felt like playing a prank and waved at Fasone, "It's too hot today. Go, arrange a few people to bring water to everyone at the scene. If they feel hungry, bring them food. If they are tired, bring them chairs so that they can rest. Don't neglect them."

"Ah?" Fassone was stunned.

Master Huan, they are here to demonstrate, to embarrass you on purpose, but not only do you not chase them away, you even offer them water and chairs? Are you afraid that they won't come to cause trouble?

"What? They are uncultured, can we be uncultured like them?" Yang Huan asked with a smile, "This is not Inter Milan's way of hospitality. Go, just do as I say!"

Fasone saw that Master Huan had made up his mind, so he had no choice but to do as he was told.

Soon, several staff members came forward and, under the stunned gaze of all the reporters, delivered water and food to the protesting fans one by one. Some even provided chairs, for fear that they would get tired.

Nimi, what's going on?

They are here to demonstrate, okay? What do you think they are doing? Begging?

Can you be serious?

Perhaps it was because they saw many protesting fans drinking water, and some even sitting down, causing the banners to be held all over the place and look completely messy and without any momentum, which made the leaders of the fan organizations standing nearby feel very depressed.

"Ahem, what are you doing? What are you doing? We are here to demonstrate, not to beg for food."

"Yes, we cannot be corrupted by their sugar-coated bullets, we must resist firmly!"

"Everyone stand up, hold the flag high, and shout with me."

All of a sudden, those people threw away the water bottles in their hands, or the half-eaten food, and some stood up from their seats and continued to hold up the banners and flags.

"Back to tradition! Back to the fans!"

Others immediately opened their throats and shouted, "Return to tradition! Return to the fans!"

"We want De Bruyne, not ugly capital!"

"We want De Bruyne, not ugly capital!"

"No high ticket prices, give Inter back to us!"

"No high ticket prices, give Inter back to us!"

…

Yang Huan was sitting on the stage. Seeing their appearance, he immediately found it funny. "There are still too few people. If more people came, the momentum would be stronger. What do you think?"

Fassone, Pisapia and others who were sitting next to Master Huan all looked depressed.

There are at least two or three hundred people here, okay?

My dear Master Huan, this is a demonstration. Do you think this is a dinner treat? Can you be serious?

"Master Huan, do you want me to come forward and communicate with them?" Morati was a little anxious.

It would be bad if this disrupted Inter Milan's ceremony.

But Yang Huan shook his head and said, "No need, let them shout, it will be lively!"

lively?

Many people around me felt like they were about to collapse.

What are you talking about?

People are demonstrating, but you say it's more lively this way?

Yang Huan was a loser in his previous life. He grew up in a third or fourth tier city. From childhood to adulthood, whenever there was a happy event or a banquet in the community, he could see many people coming to beg.

Yes, ordinary people like you and me, not poor people.

Except that they change into ragged business attire before entering the house and take it off immediately after leaving the house, they look exactly the same as ordinary people in every other aspect, or even better.

They can be in touch with the cooks, food delivery waiters, or those who rent tables and chairs, and they even have their spies in many places, so they can receive news of every move around them, as long as there is any happy event, from a wedding to a child’s first birthday.

Then they will arrive late, accustomed to the timing, until you have started your meal.

What's even more outrageous is that they are very high-class. They will take a taxi and have the driver take them directly to the place, and then stop aside to wait for them to finish begging, and then take them back. It is estimated that it will only take about half an hour.

Everyone knows this, but there's nothing they can do about it.

Because they will make a fuss and make you upset, and in the end you will have to spend money to avoid disaster.

They are not afraid of the police because the police also feel a headache when they see them and often make a big deal out of a small matter.

Yang Huan felt depressed every time he saw this situation.

Why should we tolerate the behavior of these beggars again and again, allowing them to become more and more outrageous?

Why can't we teach them a lesson and let them suffer a little?

Since everyone is well aware of their actions, why can't they act in unison and refuse to back down?

After just a few times, these beggars would probably get tired and annoyed and would never come back again.

Now, in Yang Huan's eyes, this group of troublesome fans are just like the group of beggars he saw at the beginning.

They took advantage of today's rare opportunity to come here and make trouble, aren't they hoping that Inter Milan will give in to them and meet their demands?

They want De Bruyne and don't want ugly capital, but have they forgotten who brought De Bruyne to Inter Milan in the first place? Do they understand what selling De Bruyne means to Inter Milan?

Maybe many people know it, but maybe even more people don’t know it.

But it doesn’t matter anymore. From the moment they appeared here, they are Yang Huan’s enemies!

As long as they are enemies, Yang Huan will not give in at all!

"Marco!" Yang Huan turned his head and called softly.

"Master Huan." Fassone came over immediately.

"The ceremony shall continue as usual, don't be affected by them!"

Fassone also realized that although the group of fans outside were organized, many of them probably didn't even know what they wanted. They were just here to join in the fun and vent their dissatisfaction with the club.

For such a group of fans, it is undoubtedly more appropriate to take a cold approach for the time being.

If they really want to make trouble, they may not have the courage to do so.

After all, so many government officials are here, and the police are not just for show. If things really get out of hand, none of them will be able to gain any benefits.

Thinking of this, Fasone immediately took the order and did as he was told.

Soon, the opening ceremony of the new stadium officially began.

The group of fans who were protesting were very upset. They said, "You can't play like this. We are here to protest, not to be your decorations. Do you think we are vases?"

Can you please take our feelings into consideration?

But no one paid any attention to them. There were police on the scene maintaining order, so they did not dare to rush around.

At first, the reporters and media on the scene still paid attention to them, but gradually, as the ceremony began and as a group of leaders began to speak, the attention of the media reporters and fans gradually shifted.

This made the leaders of the fan organizations who came to demonstrate feel depressed. We have already stood in front of you, but we were still ignored. You are too much!

"Brothers, let's shout our slogans louder!"

"good!"

So they began to raise the tone of their slogans.

But the question is, no matter how loud the slogan is shouted, can it be louder than the sound coming from the most advanced broadcasting system and speakers on site?

As they raised their voices, the speakers also increased the volume, trying to drown them out.

More importantly, they are human beings, not machines. How long can they last in competing with the speakers in terms of volume?

So, before long, there were fewer and fewer people shouting slogans, their voices became lower and lower, and more and more scattered, and soon they were defeated.

They had no choice but to watch their team lose again, and the leaders of the fan organizations became depressed.

As the ceremony proceeded in an orderly manner, the media reporters and fans gradually ignored their existence. Their originally relatively united hearts became increasingly scattered, and their morale dropped rapidly.

When the bald middle-aged man from Extreme 1975 saw that something was wrong, he quickly thought of a way out and immediately changed his target.

"Brothers, shout after me, we want to have a dialogue and fight for the rights of fans!"

When the heads of the other five major fan organizations heard this, they said, "Yes, that's a good idea!"

"Dialogue, we want dialogue!"

"We need to talk to management and fight for the rights of fans!"

"Yes, we are the fans' representatives and we demand a dialogue!"

On the stage, Yang Huan couldn't help but burst out laughing after hearing Fassone report the latest situation.

"Dialogue? You said they want to dialogue?"

Young Master Huan had a look of contempt at this time, what a bunch of clowns! If I, your Young Master Huan, had not been here when you surrounded Durini Street, would you have the right to make such a fuss now?

"Tell them that I don't have time for this now. If you want to talk, wait. If not, get out!"

Fasone raised his eyebrows. Isn't this too majestic?

Just as Inter Milan's CEO was wondering whether he should speak more tactfully, Master Huan stopped him.

"Remember, convey your exact words!"

Fassone was stunned and could only nod.