Reborn on Top of Football

"Let's bear it for a few more days." Wang Ai drank the Italian bisque and said: "I will let you out after the official contract in a few days."

"But I have no money." Conse's eyes dimmed as soon as they lit up.

Wang Ai was shocked: "Where's your money?"

"It's spent, it's spent." Conse stammered.

Her current monthly salary is 6,000 Euros, which is definitely a high income. What's more, it doesn't cost much to eat and drink with Wang Ai. After all, her appetite is just a spoonful of water. Why is it so fast?

"It seems that I have to give you a thrift education." Wang Ai rolled up his sleeves.

"Oh, oh!" Kang Si hid Wang Ai's fist while resisting: "Girls, spend money faster, oh."

Walking out of the restaurant, Wang Ai was still aggrieved: "Faster than I can spend!"

Conse also resented: "You don't need to spend what I spend."

Wang Ai is even more angry: "Do you use gold foil?"

"Ah, uh..." Kang Si scratched her hair annoyedly: "But I want to buy skirts, socks, shoes, more than a dozen kinds of shoes, the least, seven or eight kinds of socks, the least, twenty or so kinds of skirts. The least. Unlike you, one or two sets of clothes are issued by the club all day long, so I spend fast. Ah! I want to go shopping! I want to buy fashion! I am your assistant! I represent your image! You are not afraid that I will wear it out and shame you, I will wear it!"

Wang Ai stared in a daze, Kang Si was very upright.

Back to the room, Wang Ai looked around, and suddenly said, "By the way, the average star assistant doesn't live in the same level room as the star? Me, the two guards and the agent, exactly one suite, I opened it again for you. For one, it costs 5000 Euro a day, which is too wasteful. I think you can go to the standard room below."

Kang Si opened her mouth: "No, no, I don't want it, this bed is so comfortable."

Wang Ai raised his head: "Ha, you will be charged 1,000 Euros a day, right?"

"Then they have to buckle too."

"I'm paying, and I will deduct it if I want to deduct it, but I will not deduct it if I don't want it."

"Then..." Consi pointed her finger: "Or, I will dance you a flamenco?"

Wang Ai's suite is where he lives with Kang Si and Zhao Dan, he and Kang Si live inside, and Zhao Dan lives outside. There are two large beds in the room, one for each of them. To be honest, it is somewhat inconvenient, but Wang Ai and Kang Si have been "lived" together for three or four years, and it seems to be nothing. She is Wang Ai’s personal assistant and needs to help Wang Ai with many things, including when Wang Ai can’t sleep in Milan to ponder his papers these nights, Kang Si will provide coffee and fruit in time, and remind him when the time comes. What should Wang Ai do?

In fact, if it is a permanent hotel, it certainly can't be so luxurious, even Wang Ai can't be so luxurious, but isn't it temporary? When the contract is signed, Wang Ai will buy a house immediately, and if he makes a public appearance here, Inter will provide the house. Even if he still lives in the hotel, Inter will be reimbursed. At that time, he will move to a regular suite and Kangsi can also have an independent room. Of course it is not impossible now, but Wang Ai considers that the time is short and the class is not easy to do, so he lives like this.

Anyway, the little girl is very happy, and Schrappner is also very happy, that's okay.

In the end, Kang Si asked Wang Ai to dance flamenco for a while, but it was different from the fierce, **** and solemn style of adult women. Kang Si's childish expression combined with serious physical movements, like a child It is quite funny to learn words in Ya Ya.

Wang Ai laughed, and Kang Si couldn't jump anymore, and slapped her inconspicuous employer: "The skirt I changed specially for you to jump!"

The two were arguing. As soon as the door opened, Zhao Dan came in and said, "Xiao Wang, I think you'd better read this news."

Wang Ai stood up and went out and followed Zhao Dan's fingers to see that English programs were actually being shown on TV, and there was a flash in the camera... Isn't that his home in Cobham?

Sure enough, I saw a hostess holding the microphone with her back facing Wang Ai's home: "It seems that no one lives here for several months. The neighbor we interviewed with him just now got a similar answer. Wiwi's contract has not yet been confirmed. It was announced that in theory he was still a Chelsea player, but in today’s game against Manchester United, he did not appear or even returned."

The TV camera gave another two-second close-up of Wang Ai's house, and then switched back to the BBC live broadcast room. A host faced the camera and said: "After the Community Shield Cup today, Coach Jose said that there is no egg to make omelet. If the victory of the ball game is an egg cake, then wiwi is the biggest egg. If he is still today, maybe the fight will be resolved within 90 minutes. Judging from his past scoring efficiency, I think my speculation is very reasonable Yes. I can’t help but wonder here. Wiwi’s transfer does not seem to be supported by the coach. So is Wiwi going or is it part of the club’s rebuilding? What the **** is Chelsea going to rebuild? Oh, sorry. What exactly are Chelsea pursuing?"

Then the camera switched again, replaying some scenes from today's game that were not reflected in the live broadcast. In the stands at Wembley Stadium, Chelsea fans put up the slogan "wiwi, where are you?" and there was also a slogan "wiwi is a traitor". It seems that the fans are full of perseverance whether they miss or denounce. mean.

Wang Ai's brows became more and more frowning. Before he could fully consider it, Schlappner's face turned red and his expression was grimace when the front door of the suite opened, and he walked quickly: "Wang, there was an accident in the negotiation. I just received Peter. Kenyon’s phone call told me that the negotiation was suspended and you need to return to London as soon as possible. The news from Milan confirmed this, but I don’t know the specific reason yet. My analysis is likely to be coach Jose and What happened to the club again."

Speaking of this, Schrappner furiously said: "Aren't you nice to him? Why is he like this?"

Wang Ai was shocked by the sudden news and couldn't digest it for a while, so he stepped forward and patted Schlappner's arm: "Klaus, don't be angry, it doesn't matter, the market will be closed at the end of the month, and there is still time."

Schlappner took two deep breaths and signaled that Wang Ai is okay. Wang Ai is afraid that this fat old man will be angry. To be honest, since he became a manager of a brokerage company, Wang Ai’s transfer and his interest have been very small, because Wang Ai’s current brokerage agreement is not for the target He, but CY Sports Agency, the transfer rake is given to the company instead of him. He came here this time purely for good intentions and the pursuit of some sense of accomplishment, which would irritate him with a heart attack or something, and the gain was not worth the loss.

Wang Ai settled down and said, "Kang Si."

"Yes!" The confused Kang Si subconsciously stood at attention.

"Go and check, the fastest flight back to London, if there is tonight, leave tonight."

"Good!" Kang Si turned around and called.