Reborn on Top of Football

Although the two individuals are extremely precious and can be called a national treasure after being "combined", they are on this ordinary international flight. Although the passengers, flight attendants and even the captain of the same flight express their congratulations, Wang Ai After the plane, he immediately converged his minions.

Including the smiles, raised faces, and walking gestures of him and his entourage, they didn't even greet the surprised airport passengers. They hurriedly boarded a van and merged into the traffic of Beijing.

The huge pain is not enough to be healed in half a month. Open the newspapers published today, the core is still the reconstruction of homes after the disaster.

So even when Wang Ai was on the plane, he was full of joy and wanted to report to his country and people, but at the moment the plane crossed the border, listening to the news broadcast in the cabin, his mood immediately became heavy.

Today, it was not Li Lin who picked up the airport, but Liu Liang, who had left a deep impression on Wang Ai. This taciturn black and thin guy just barked his teeth at Wang Ai and even said hello.

"Where is Li Lin?" After sitting in the car for a while, Wang Ai asked on behalf of everyone.

Liu Liang's eyes in the rearview mirror were calm: "Go to Sichuan."

"What is he going to do?" Wang Ai's brows frowned immediately: "He is neither a fireman nor a doctor. A veteran who has been retired for many years is going to join in the fun!"

Seeing Liu Liang opened his mouth to explain, Wang Ai waved his hand: "I know your mood, in fact, I am the same, but this is not a matter of swarming up. If there are more people, it will become chaos. To have enthusiasm and brains."

When Wang Ai finished muttering, Liu Liang lowered the speed, looked in the rearview mirror, and sniffed his nose: "Well, Mr. Ai also went."

"Huh? President Ai? My mother?"

Liu Liang's silence represents the correct answer!

There was a low laughter in the car, and Wang Ai glanced at Xu Qinglian and the others who were whispering: "What is my mother going to do... eh? What is my mother going to do? She is from the Federation of Industry and Commerce and not from the Women's Federation, and our family. What is the relationship between the enterprise and the reconstruction of the disaster area?"

Liu Liang glanced at the rearview mirror again. He still couldn't figure out Wang Ai's temper. Although these comrades all said he had a good temper, who would be sure? But think again: I care about you? Lao Tzu is a part-time job. You look at me and I don't like it.

Therefore, Liu Liang decided to go to the end: "I heard that Shi is still in front, and Ai is going to call her back."

"General Shi? Shi Wenjun? Is she still in front?"

Liu Liang was silent again.

At this moment, the carriage became quiet. During this period of time, Wang Ai has never contacted him directly since he made the satellite call that day. It can't be said because of what, he was a bit subconsciously hiding from Shi Wenjun, and occasionally heard some news from his father.

Later, after the disaster calmed down, the conversation with the old man was almost gone.

So when I first heard that Wenjun hadn't come back today, Wang Ai was very surprised, and then frowned. When I saw that, Wenjun was sunk very deep this time, and the old lady was forced to come forward and carry her back.

In this way, she must be transferred anyway. Because the football festival itself still has a certain charity nature before, and she has been in charge of this matter for several years, so...I didn't expect this at the time!

"Say when... forget it, let me ask myself." Wang Ai shook his head and picked up the phone and dialed the old lady's personal phone.

The connection was quick, Ai Xiaoqing told Wang Ai on the phone that she would come back tomorrow with hours, but at the same time warned Wang Ai not to reprimand Shi Wenjun, she needed a long time off this time.

Putting down the phone, Wang Ai looked at the people in the car: "All right, go home to clean up, and go to the Football Association at night. By the way, Brother Yan and Brother Zhao will disband when they get home. You don't have to follow when you go to Tianjin in two days. Now, take a good rest."

The two nodded, which is what they should be every summer. In addition to being able to go home and relax your nervous nerves, you can also bring a lot of foreign specialties to your family, both bought by yourself and given by Wang Ai.

Wang Ai's home in Houhai is usually unoccupied and has nothing to do. He still lives in his parents' house most of the time. Anyway, he can't come back and live a few times a year. The nominal summer holiday will always be occupied by various competition tasks and business activities.

In the evening, Wang Ai, accompanied by Xu Qinglian, drove Liu Liang to the Chinese Football Association. He attended several small dinners set up for him by the leaders of the Football Association. The place was still the cafeteria. This was an informal work report. It was an informal commendation from a superior.

Due to the situation, it cannot be publicized, but the existing work order cannot be chaotic, so this time it is quite low-key, and even the Football Association cadres are not allowed to participate.

Similarly, unlike Schlappner’s business in Apennines, the domestic business community’s response to Wang Ai’s return this time is also rather dull. Just like friends in the media, they are waiting for the people across the country to calm down. It takes a month.

This gave Wang Ai time to deal with housework. For example, when he arrived home after dinner from the Football Association that evening, he accidentally found many people who seemed to have known each other sitting in the courtyard at home. Only after the introduction of his father, he knew that he was the neighbor. Right house.

When the Wang family first moved in, the neighbors didn't know what this family was doing, but when they looked at the family's low-key and introverted look, they knew that the family was not ordinary people. However, the popularity of Wang Bin and Ai Xiaoqing is only reflected in individual industries. Even when leaders visit or participate in meetings, they are faceless or only showing off their faces, so their popularity is very low at the public level.

It wasn't until Wang Ai started to come and go frequently, the neighbors said: Oh, this house turned out to be Wang Ai's parents' house. No wonder, people have made money in a foreign country for a year, so what is it to buy a big house for parents? This street can be bought.

Only a few people, such as street cadres, know that Wang Ai belongs to the proletariat in the Wang family.

It was also because of Wang Ai that the neighbors had a better attitude towards the Wang family. Those who came out and said hello occasionally made it warm up just a little bit. When Wang Ai came back this time, Wang Bin took the initiative to invite the neighbors to come over as a guest, just as a western scene.

The Beijingers have a very high football enthusiasm. They came here with pleasure after being invited. I heard that Wang Ai had gone to the Football Association and was not in a hurry, so he sipped sunflower seeds and drank tea while sitting in the Wang's courtyard.

After Wang Bin's introduction, Wang Ai greeted and said nicely with his neighbors in turn with a smile, acting like an ordinary local offspring. Many old neighbors took the Italian specialties that Wang Ai sent home to stay. It took a long time to wake up, "Yo!"