Reborn on top of football

Wang Ai was going to be a monk for a month, and wanted to go crazy with Xu Qinglian before leaving, but unfortunately Xu Qinglian didn't go home during the day, so she simply went to sleep in the apartment in Haidian at night, and she clearly refused.Wang Ai could only be ruthless on the phone, threatening to get through.

The war was imminent, and Wang Ai did not dare to slack off. After the wind and snow and moon passed, Wang Ai came to the Xianghe base to report on the 19th, accompanied by Yan Zhu, Zhao Dan, and Kang Si.

As usual, a large group of reporters came to the gate of the base. They not only wanted to report the training list for the fans, but also to see with their own eyes whether Wang Ai would come or not, even though coach Wu Jingui had said yesterday that Wang Ai would come.But who knows?This guy is said to be going to Inter Milan next season, and the buzzing transfer fee in Europe is as high as 6000 million euros!

Mom!

This guy is smiling all day, is he so valuable? !This is a record-breaking net worth. Such a person who came to Xianghe base, even if he knew that he was one of his own, would definitely come, but he still felt like a superstar.

The car stopped before it reached the main entrance. Wang Ai, who was looking down at his notebook in the back seat, was startled when he felt that the car slowed down and looked up. Come over, that expression, that voice, that action, just like all kinds of ghosts and ghosts seeing the white and fat Tang Seng.

The car couldn't be driven. Although it was noisy outside, the quality of the A6 was okay, and the car was quite quiet.Zhao Dan, who was driving, looked at Wang Ai from the rearview mirror, meaning what should we do?

Wang Ai waved his hand contemptuously: "Press it!"

Zhao Dan rolled his eyes, he has never seen such an incomprehensible employer like you.Now there are two options, one is to drive at a slow speed and slowly squeeze to the door, and the other is to just get out of the car and entertain.

Seeing the guard silently refusing to carry out the order, Wang Ai was discouraged and had no choice but to get out of the car. Seeing the reporter outside was sweating, he couldn't bear it.It's all for work, for making a living, even if you make trouble for yourself, you have to be considerate.So he took out a large pile of chocolates from the satchel beside him and handed them to Kang Si beside him, and the two opened the door and got off the car respectively.

Wang Ai's outfit today is also very interesting. His lower body is a pair of baggy pants, red, with a pair of sneakers with the trademark torn off on his feet, and a white cultural shirt on his upper body, with a few large red characters printed on his chest. : "Welcome to Beijing", there are five monsters shaking their heads below... Uh, Fuwa!

Kangsi's clothes are similar, and she also wears a Beijing Olympic cultural shirt, but without those words.

The reporters almost all knew Kang Si's identity. Seeing her holding the candy balls and handing them out one by one, it was not good to immediately force Wang Ai to ask, but to say thank you politely.In any case, the status of foreigners is higher these days. Wang Ai hired a beautiful foreign girl as his assistant, which really improved his public image.

"Wang Ai, I heard that your transfer fee is 6000 million euros. Is it true that you are the most expensive player in history?" A reporter still had chocolate in his mouth and couldn't help asking.It's a pity that there was something in his mouth after all, Wang Ai asked it again before he heard it clearly.

The smiling Wang Ai stood beside the car, facing all kinds of microphones and cameras calmly: "Well, you are asking the wrong person. The transfer fee has nothing to do with the individual player, it is all negotiated between the clubs that buy and sell the player's contract."

The reporter is at a loss for words, Wang Ai is clearly blurring the focus, it is the club's decision, but you still don't know?

Another reporter immediately rushed to the conversation: "Wang Ai, are you going to Italy? Are you optimistic about Inter Milan? Why don't you stay in the Premier League? I heard..."

I don't know how long I held it back, and I opened my mouth to make a lot of words, but before the words fell, other reporters followed suit, and I couldn't hear clearly for a while.

Wang Ai had no choice but to raise his hands and press down: "It's inconvenient for me to disclose the transfer, and everyone should stop asking about it. You should understand my attitude. I can't say anything now."

"The European media have all reported it, so what else is there to hide?"

Wang Ai smiled and glanced in the direction of the reporter who asked the question, said nothing, and ignored him.Such a person just doesn't wink. Wang Ai's attitude towards reporters has always been good, and he can speak very well. He is basically satisfied, but you can't bully him.Veteran journalists know that this guy pretends to be a gentleman, but if you really want to "deceive him", he immediately slaps you with a big slap, causing you pain for several years!

Just at this time, when the gate of the base opened, Ma Dong came out and saw that Wang Ai was being besieged, so he hurried over to rescue him.Across the gate of the base, Wu Jingui can be seen waiting with his hands in his pockets, laughing, he can't come out now, otherwise there will be a lot of problems, it would be much better to let Ma Dong come, unknown man!

The reporters here are still rushing to ask questions, and Wang Ai is also rushing to pick out the ones who can answer and say a few words: "Asian Cup, I must go all out, but don't be too confident, the Asian Cup is not easy... I ? Definitely, if I can’t, why should I come here, right? Show off? It’s hard to say, I can only say that I’m doing my best..."

After finally walking into the gate of the base, Wang Ai's t-shirt was wrinkled, and he spread his hands at Wu Jingui. The two smiled, and Wang Ai approached him and hugged him: "Director Wu, is it good?"

Wu Jingui looked up at Wang Ai: "You want to play center forward so soon?"

"The heels are high, you Shanghai Huili." Wang Ai waved his hand indifferently, and showed Wu Jingui the sneakers he specially asked Xu Genbao to mail.

Although he has signed with Adidas and cannot wear other sneakers, he will be fine after tearing off the label. Anyway, Huili has survived these years.But Wang Ai really likes the products of these old state-owned enterprises. They are of high quality and reliable. Even with his shoes-eating feet, a pair of shoes can be worn for a whole year.

"How is your body recovering?" Wu Jingui accompanied Wang Aixian to the team doctor for a physical examination, asking along the way.

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