Reborn on Top of Football

"Hey, no need." Wang Ai hurriedly stopped: "You have a hard time going back to the country, take a good rest, look at the way you were tired when you were in London! You will play with your classmates at home, and then go back to Liaoyang Yingkou when you have time. Ah what, meet your former classmates, have fun, don’t worry about me. I’m not playing here. It’s actually better at Chelsea. I’m familiar with all aspects and save trouble."

"I know, you are an upright man, you can definitely solve it." Xu Qinglian smiled and said: "But I was going back, there is some information missing here at home, I have to go back to school to check. Besides, at the end of May I came back and played for several months, but it was boring."

Wang Ai smiled reluctantly, there was nothing to say, and Xu Qinglian also smiled, "Honey, wait for me, I want to hear your analysis and countermeasures."

Hanging up the phone, Wang Ai raised his head, under his feet was a very familiar path, and in front of him was the quiet and uneasy Cobham.

On the other side, Xu Qinglian in front of the "Wang Ai Honor Booth" of the National Museum also put her phone away and looked back at the various exhibits displayed in the glass cover. In addition to the local exhibition, there are six golden boot trophies, one silver boot trophy and one bronze ball trophy that Wang Ai took back from last summer to this summer. There are two exhibition boards on both sides of the booth. Above are the personal photos of the 1999 Asian Junior Games to the present, the photos of the competition, the photos of the wonderful goals, the photos of the championship, the photos of the awards and the personal introduction, as well as a dozen guestbooks. .

Today, Xu Qinglian, on behalf of Wang Ai, was invited to negotiate with the National Expo to postpone the exhibition, so he stayed in the exhibition area after the closing of the museum, with accompanying staff of the National Expo.

In the special exhibition opened last year, the idea of ​​the National Expo is completely "smoothing the heat". The World Cup will be held every four years. This is just to use this to increase the number of visitors to the National Expo. Unexpectedly, the World Cup has passed, but the heat of the exhibition remains high. This time, the problem arises, because Wang Ai can bring it back twice a year at most, one exhibition for three months, and two for half a year. Then, how about half a year? Empty! Many excited tourists are angry: where did they go?

The best solution is of course...Wang Ai donated the trophy, and the Guobo side is more comfortable. You can show it where you want, and how to display it, unlike now you have to discuss with Wang Ai. But Wang Ai said in a joke at the beginning: I don't donate, don't force me!

People's National Expo also has a face, and your family has a big business. No matter how popular you are, they won't be guilty of looking for you without skin and face. And Wang Ai just wanted to donate, but the National Expo really didn't dare to ask for it. It would be unconventional for Wang Ai to take out the trophy to "play with the people". If Wang Ai donates again, the National Expo will ask for it again. It is guaranteed that someone will stand up and say that the National Expo is forcing the donation.

People's National Museum of China is a good cleanup of expensive units, and it is not guilty to cause this trouble.

So the idea at the moment is to postpone it. The meaning of the National Expo is to extend the time of Wang Ai's exhibition by three months, from one year to 15 months, and then exhibit at the National Expo for half a year, so that summer and winter will be connected.

As for Wang Ai to be unable to win the two awards at the end of the year, what should I do if there is still a vacancy?

Anyway, there is too much uncertainty in football, and you can only talk about where you go.

In order to persuade Wang Ai's "representative", Guobo deliberately took out more than a dozen guestbooks saved in a year. Xu Qinglian "inherited" Ai Xiaoqing's obsession with Bright Shining. For a year, it was "taking care of the overall situation", "listening to Wang Ai's", "not her thing" and so on. She reluctantly accepted it, and she wanted to take it home. I've been holding and playing, you still have three months to come?

Originally, Xu Qinglian had thought about her words, but Wang Ai's call that made her confused came, and she couldn't take care of it now, so she had to hurriedly agreed to the request of the National Expo and went home.

Passing the crossroad outside the house, Xu Qinglian walked to the street lamp and stood beside a pair of chess players. One of them just threw a **** across the river with a snap, and raised his eyes: "Girl?"

"Uncle." Xu Qinglian answered sweetly.

Wang Bin stood up: "It's over, something is up."

"Eh, you haven't finished it yet?" The old man in the big vest and big pu fan opposite was unhappy.

"I will play tomorrow." Wang Bin waved his hand indifferently: "Hey, I tell you Old Zhao, you can't move the **** for me, I won this game."

Old Zhao's head shook his head: "That's not good, right?"

"Hey, I haven't hired it yet?" Wang Bin took out his cell phone, clicked a piece of it, and said to the old man: "How about it, I think you dare to do it?"

The old head of Zhao stood up angrily, and walked away cursingly, with a chessboard behind him.

"What's the matter, girl, the Guobo side is not going well?"

"No, there was something wrong with Wang Ai's transfer... I'm worried... so I want to go back to London right away."

After listening, Wang Bin nodded without comment: "Go home and discuss with your aunt."

When he got home, Ai Xiaoqing thought about it after listening to it, and then ordered someone to call and ask about the nearest flight. Seeing that the couple had agreed, Xu Qinglian hurriedly returned to the room to pack her luggage, and then returned to the front yard to wait for the news of the flight.

After raising a girl for seven or eight years, Xu Qinglian can't hide her thoughts from the couple. Wang Bin, the husband’s father, couldn’t say anything. He turned back to the room to watch TV. Ai Xiaoqing brought Xu Qinglian a bottle of Coke and said funnyly: "Every time there is a big event, there is calmness, you, you still exercise less. I remember When you were a kid, you could sit well, what's wrong now?"

Xu Qinglian came back to her senses, smiled embarrassedly, drank a sip of coke that he didn't know how to taste, and put it down: "Wang Ai has a bad temper, but he controls it well."

Ai Xiaoqing knew a little question: "Yeah."

"In February of this year, he said that Chelsea's situation was very bad." Xu Qinglian lowered her head: "In March, he began to seriously think about the possibility of leaving Chelsea. In May, after Leoni persuaded him, he has been operating. This matter. It’s been a little bit for half a year. Everything was going smoothly. Suddenly there was such a serious turning point. I was worried that his reason could not suppress his impulse."

Speaking of this, Xu Qinglian raised her head to look at Ai Xiaoqing and said: "Auntie, I know he must be very angry and anxious now, but he...must smile."

Ai Xiaoqing frowned and nodded, then looked at Xu Qinglian, slowly, a smile came to her face.

At this moment, her secretary walked up and said in a low voice: "Mr. Ai, the fastest flight will be in business class in an hour."

Ai Xiaoqing nodded, stood up and looked at the luggage under Xu Qinglian's feet, and suddenly beckoned, "Come with me."

When he arrived in the room, Ai Xiaoqing looked through the drawer and found a bank card.