The next morning, Ronaldo, dressed in a suit and tie, carrying an LV handbag, with long strides, walked down the steps of the Italian Football Federation office building.
He looked full of vigor, even the gel carefully applied on his hair was glistening under the sun.
He had obtained his agent license!
"Italy, I'm back again, haha!" Ronaldo felt an inexhaustible energy throughout his body.
An old beggar with a scruffy beard crawled beside Ronaldo, extending a broken bowl.
"Boss, have pity, give me one euro, I haven't eaten all day."
Ronaldo pulled a 50-euro bill from his wallet and crouched down to place it in the bowl.
"Old uncle, do you know me?"
The older beggar, gazing at the bright 50-euro bill as if seeing a month's worth of meal tickets, excitedly stuffed the money into his bosom and kissed Ronaldo's shoes.
"I don't know you, but you must be sent by God to save me, thank you, young man."
Ronaldo's heart skipped a beat, and he froze.
