North London.

Drizzling rain.

A grand parade of red and white buses began, celebrating their championship victory.

Arsenal's executives were confident. They believed they could lift a championship trophy this year, so they applied for traffic control and parade permits from the city hall three months in advance.

The championship parade in North London, unlike Leverkusen's, required a large amount of manpower and resources, as well as coordination and cooperation from various municipal departments.

The London government was happy to see it happen: among so many Premier League clubs in the city, a "Triple Crown" winner had finally emerged.

The damp, chilly air did not dampen the enthusiasm of the fans.

The streets were decorated in red and white with team emblems, scarves, and slogans.

Some fans even hung Arsenal flags from their balconies and windows.

Li Kang stood at the front of the bus, with three precious championship trophies in front of him.

He kept throwing rolled-up scarves to the fans on both sides of the street.

Wenger and his teammates carefully protected him, fearing that the 200 million man with the cast might have an accident.

"2016/17 season."

"English Premier League Champions."

"English FA Cup Champions."

"European Champions League Champions!"

"Arsenal!!!"

The three trophies were held high.

The picture seemed to freeze in time.

Li Kang and his Gunners teammates' journey to win the championship would forever be recorded in Arsenal's history!

After two seconds of silence, the entire North London erupted in celebration.

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[Compared to this, Li Kang's 200 million transfer fee is nothing!]

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[If Barca were willing to let Messi go, and Real Madrid were willing to let Ronaldo go... the price would only be higher!]

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[Ronaldo might really leave Real Madrid, he's asking for a pay raise, not for the money, but for the status. The Real Madrid executives think he's getting old and won't agree.]

Arsenal Football Club, meeting room.

"Robert, get the hell out of here!"

"Arsenal will not sell Li!"

"He is our hero! A legend! A cornerstone!"

"No matter which coach, no matter what tactical system, it must be built around Li!"

"Arsenal is willing to give him plenty of time to recover from his injury, even if it takes a season!"

"Meeting adjourned."

Sir Chips Keswick slammed a stack of documents in front of the new sporting director.

Robert looked dejected and left the meeting room in dismay.

After the crowd dispersed.

Gazidis looked at the Sir in confusion: during last night's secret meeting...didn't the Sir agree to Robert's proposal?

Sir Chips Keswick rubbed his face and smiled:

"My idea hasn't changed, but we must put up a target to bear the anger from the outside world."

"Robert, the Barca criminal who sold the La Masia crown prince for 1 million in installments, is the most suitable target."

Gazidis suddenly understood.

Li Kang had become a victim of the club's power struggle after all.

Before the Kroenke family fully controlled Arsenal, they would not invest a penny in the club.

They would even use leverage to buy shares from other shareholders.

Arsenal's performance in the next few years wouldn't matter at all.

The new coach's team-building funds? They can only spend the last bit of money that Wenger left for Arsenal.

The 200 million man brought the Triple Crown.

His departure can also create the greatest value.

The transfer fee he leaves behind will become a dividend for more than two hundred shareholders.

"Currently, the club has received offers from several clubs for Li."

"Let's save the last bit of face for Wenger. Li's destination will be decided by Li himself."

"Okay."