Reborn on Top of Football

In the early morning of the next day, Wang Ai absent-mindedly did morning exercises, and the accompanying Yan Zhu and Zhao Dan frowned, especially Yan Zhu. Having worked with Wang Ai for six or seven years, I have never seen Wang Ai’s current state: I don’t know if I ran with the ball or if I lost the ball!

But Wang Ai didn't mean to explain at all, so whether he and Zhao Dan were working for private or public affairs, they couldn't forcefully inquire or "interfere" Wang Ai's work when Wang Ai didn't have the will.

Buddies are buddies, partners are partners, and serious things are serious things. Just like Xu Qinglian and Wang Ai get along, you can do whatever you want, she won’t give you what Wang Ai wants, and Wang Ai can only discuss and grind with her, but if something big happens, Wang Ai wants When she had the final say, she had to be cautious.

The two of them couldn't think of what Wang Ai was thinking about. They thought he was too tired recently. Anyway, he has not been normal in this half of the season. Maybe it was too much overdraft in the first half of the season? Or simply because of emotional confusion?

Wang Ai didn't notice the concerns of the two partners. After running home, he ignored the lady who was wagging her tail and Wiwi who was stretching her waist.

After having breakfast in a hurry, Wang Ai headed up to the third floor and thought for a while. He specifically found a satellite phone that was rarely used from the bottom of the drawer and dialed a number. The blind tone ticked, but Wang Ai's heart came but anxious.

"How do you make this call?"

"How did you pick it up?"

The other side was silent for a while, as if feeling that Wang Ai's tone was wrong, suppressing his natural violent temper: "This phone is rarely used. The secretary just turned it over and gave it to me."

Wang Ai calmed his mind and said to the accurate Internet time on the computer: "Wenjun, where are you?"

When "Little Beauty" heard such a formal name, he forgot Wang Ai's unpleasant tone just now, and said more carefully: "I'm in town, I'm about to watch the game."

"I mean, your exact location, on the street? Upstairs?"

"On the street, the last group of students from various schools are going to the stadium in our suburbs. The game will begin at 2:40."

"Have you all gone?"

"Didn't you say that? In order to set off the atmosphere of the game and completely form the tradition of the football festival, we have to mobilize all schools to go, each school has a lot of one, and will give me a 5,000 yuan scholarship? It was originally agreed by the Board of Education. Plus you have money to take, isn’t it a lot? We checked it all just now."

"What about the common people?"

Shi Wenjun's little temper finally came up: "You said you gave me souvenirs for watching the game. Our instant noodles, ham sausage, and mineral water were distributed for tens of thousands of dollars in a county. Don't they all come? Everyone helps the old and the young to take advantage of us!"

Wang Ai on the phone grinned, and his smile was uglier than crying: "...Wenjun, you will find an open place to stand in a while, I might call you again, have you heard?"

"What's the matter with you? Of course I have to find an open place. There is no unopened place on our court. Are you still busy? I'm busy."

"Well, the phone has enough battery power?"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. You have said it several times. I have several pieces of the old and heavy battery!"

"Okay." Wang Ai said and hung up the phone.

Sitting in front of the laptop, Wang Ai glanced at the time, lowered his head and held the phone in his hand tightly. The time passed by minute and second, and finally flashed past the heart-piercing point.

Wang Ai looked like a fish out of the water, growing up with a tense mouth breathing, and then in a quiet room, thrilling phone calls rang, Wang Ai immediately connected subconsciously, and listened to a mess of people over there shouting. There is also an unknown loud noise.

"Wang Ai, Wang Ai, earthquake, earthquake, me, what, me, me..."

Wang Ai took a few breaths: "Wen Jun, how are you?"

"I, I don't know, I have an earthquake, ah, the house is still shaking, Wang Ai, I..."

Listening to the panicked voice of the little beauty, Wang Ai put his mouth close to the microphone and said loudly: "Wen Jun, listen to me! Listen to me!"

The roaring Wang Ai finally calmed Shi Wenjun for a moment, "You say, ah, you say."

"Wenjun, don't care about anything. There are local cadres in the organization of disaster relief. You have one thing for yourself, and after you listen, you can do it!"

"what?"

"Wenjun, if internal and external communications are cut off, your satellite phone may be the only channel that is open to the outside world. Do you understand what this means? You have to keep this phone absolutely open, and you may be called in organization for a while , You have to tell the truth and calculate the power carefully, understand?"

"I, I... I know."

Wang Ai, who hung up the phone, stood up and wiped his face unconsciously, only to realize that his head was covered with sweat. After calming down for a while, he took out his ordinary phone and called Dad.

There was some chaos on the phone, and Wang Bin’s voice came: "Hang up in no hurry. I am busy here."

"Father, where are you?"

"The State Council, we are in a meeting, something has happened here..."

"Is there an earthquake?"

"How do you know?!" Wang Bin asked harshly, subconsciously.

"Isn't I holding a football festival over there? I told me when I was young. I heard that all the signal towers over there are down. It happens that she is equipped with satellite phones at her level, so I think this phone may be used by the country. "

Wang Bin breathed heavily, and said word by word: "Wang Ai, you can't joke with me!"

"No! The phone number on your side... Forget it, I'll tell you."

"You will wait!"

Wang Ai heard the messy voice of the old man, the high-sound manager asked for paper and pen, and then said, "Say it!"

When Wang Ai finished speaking, Wang Bin reconfirmed and added before hanging up: "Don't call the hour, I will tell you what happens."

Wang Ai responded with a "OK" and the emergency communication between the father and son ended.

After that, until dark, Wang Ai did not receive a call from his father or Shi Wenjun.

All day, news was flying all over the sky, and Wang Ai was not idle. Huang Xin from Tubingen, Xu Qinglian from London, and Yan Zhu and Zhao Danji next to him went round and round. After Wang Ai discussed with them, it was decided by CY Sports. Individuals and Wang Ai separately raised materials on the spot and sent them to China first.

I slept in a hurry late at night, and received a call from my father early the next morning: "Son, the road over there is too bad, and a helicopter is needed. There are only more than one hundred in our country. There are not many. In the last calculation, the most reserved and the most idle is the seven of our Northern Light Industry, and there is also a Mi-26 that only has two in the country, so..."

"It's important to save people, daddy." Wang Ai said calmly.