Reborn on Top of Football

Wang Ai is going to be a monk for a month. He wanted to find Xu Qinglian crazy before leaving, but it was a pity that Xu Qinglian didn't have a home during the day, so she ran to the apartment on the Haidian side to sleep at night, obviously not agreeing. Wang Ai could only be cruel over the phone, threatening to get through.

The battle was approaching, and Wang Ai did not dare to slacken his efforts. After this turbulent past, Wang Ai came to Xianghe Base to report on the 19th, accompanied by Yan Zhu, Zhao Dan, and Kang Si.

At the gate of the base, a large group of reporters came as usual, not only to report the list of the training camp to the fans, but also to see with his own eyes whether Wang Ai is coming, even if coach Wu Jingui said yesterday that Wang Ai will come. But who knows? This is said to be going to Inter Milan next season. The transfer fee in Europe is as high as 60 million euros!

Ma!

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

The car couldn't move before it reached the front door. Wang Ai, who was looking down at his laptop in the back seat, felt astonished when he looked up and looked out after the car slowed down. A group of reporters near and far were holding microphones and carrying cameras. When he came over, the expression, the voice, and the actions were like seeing the fat and white Tang Seng from all walks of life.

The car can't move. Although the outside is noisy, the quality of the A6 is good, and the inside of the car is quite quiet. Zhao Dan, who was driving, looked at Wang Ai in the rearview mirror, meaning how do we do it?

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

Zhao Dan rolled his eyes. He has never seen an employer who is so inconsistent with you. Now there are two options, one is to drive quickly and slowly squeeze to the door, and the other is to get out of the car and have a treat.

Seeing that the guard was silent and refused to execute the order, the discouraged Wang Ai had to get out of the car. The head of the reporter outside was sweating, and he couldn't bear it. It's all for work, for subsistence, even if you cause trouble for yourself, you have to be considerate. So he took out a lot of chocolate from the bag beside him and handed it to Conse beside him. Then they pushed the door and got out of the car.

Wang Ai's dress today is also very interesting. The lower body is a pair of loose and big pants, red. On his feet are a pair of sneakers with the trademark torn off. The upper body is a white cultural shirt with several red characters printed on the chest. : "Beijing welcomes you", there are five monsters shaking their heads underneath... Uh, Fuwa!

Kang Si's clothing is similar, she also wears a Beijing Olympics cultural shirt, but there are no such words.

The reporters almost all knew Kang Si's identity. Seeing her holding the sugar ball down and sending them one by one, they couldn't force Wang Ai to ask questions right away, but they even politely said thank you. In any case, foreigners have a higher status these years. Wang Ai hired a beautiful foreign girl as an assistant, which really improved his public image.

"Wang Ai, I heard that your transfer fee is 60 million euros. It is the most expensive player in history. Is it true?" A reporter still had chocolate in his mouth and couldn't help asking. It's a pity that there is something in the mouth after all, and Wang Ai asked after a while before he heard it clearly.

Smiling Wang Ai stood by the car, facing various microphones and cameras calmly: "Well, you asked the wrong person. The transfer fee has nothing to do with the individual players. It is negotiated between the clubs that buy and sell the players."

The reporter is speechless, Wang Ai is clear about the vague focus. It was set by the club, but you still don’t know?

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

I don't know how long I held it, one mouth is a long string, but before the voice is finished, other reporters also coaxed, making it messy and unintelligible for a while.

Wang Ai had no choice but to raise his hands and press down: “I’m inconvenient to disclose the transfer. Don’t ask about this. You should understand my attitude. I can’t say anything now.”

"European media have reported it, what else can be avoided?"

Wang Ai smiled and glanced in the direction of the reporter who asked the question. He didn't say anything and ignored him. Such a person just doesn't wink. Wang Ai's attitude towards reporters has always been good, and he can say that he is basically satisfied, but you can't bully him. The old reporter knows that this guy pretends to be a gentleman, but you really want to "deceive him". He immediately slapped you over and made you hurt for years!

Just then, as soon as the base gate opened, Ma Dong walked out and saw that Wang Ai was under siege, so he hurried over to relieve the siege. I can see through the gate of the base, Wu Jingui is waiting with his hands in his pockets and smiling, he is not easy to come out now, otherwise there are a lot of problems, so Ma Donglai will be much better, the unknown!

The reporters here are still rushing to ask questions, and Wang Ai is also rushing to choose and say something that can answer: "Asian Cup, I must go all out, but don't be too confident, the Asian Cup is not easy... Me Sure, if I can’t do it, why should I come, right...Performance? This is not good, I can only say that I try my best..."

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

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

"The heel is high, you guys from Shanghai." Wang Ai waved his hand indifferently, and showed Wu Jingui the sneakers he had sent Xu Genbao by mail.

Although he signed Adidas and couldn't wear other sneakers, he would be fine if he removed the label. Anyway, he has been dying for years. But Wang Ai really likes the products of these old state-owned enterprises. The quality is excellent and reliable. Even with his shoes-like feet, a pair of shoes can be worn for a whole year.

"How's your body recovering?" Wu Jingui accompanied Wang Ai to the team doctor's to check his body, asking questions along the way.

"It's okay, look?" Wang Ai clasped his hands together and jumped on the spot, his legs jumping between his arms.

"Yeah!" Wu Jingui was startled, and immediately ignored what he had said about the rehabilitation: "I'm such an adult, and I'm not stable at the point! You made this jump and flew by tens of millions."

In the team doctor's check, some were normal, and all the indicators were excellent. Just when Wang Ai put away his personal belongings and prepared to meet Ali Hahn, other teammates also arrived in twos and threes.

"Yo-yo-yo, look at who is this!" Lao Sun joked far away: "Didn't you say you are paralyzed? Can you still kick?"

Wang Ai moved his neck around and pointed at the old grandson: "Brother Sun, let's practice alone for a while!"