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After listening to Wang Ai's request, Jose smiled and nodded: "Yes, let's have the last round."

Seeing Jose's agreement, Wang Ai chattered a few words and got up and left, but Jose suddenly said from behind, "What are your plans for next season?"

Wang Ai looked back: "I want to stay at Inter Milan for one year."

Jose looked at Wang Ai, and Wang Ai smiled: "I'm very tired."

Jose nodded: "Are you interested in Real Madrid?"

Wang Ai shook his head and said: "The Galaxy Battleship's stadium performance is average, the mall performance is superior, and I am not bad for money."

Jose thought for a while: "What if I go?"

Wang Ai frowned: "You also need time, and I don't want to go to Real Madrid in the first season of sluggish performance. So I will stay in Inter to adjust for a period of time, probably more than a season."

"Okay." Jose nodded: "Don't say it."

"I know." Wang Ai said goodbye and walked out of Jose's office.

The news that Jose will be holding hands with Real Madrid has spread more and more recently, and the two sides have carried out several weak and weak refutations, even if Moratti publicly emphasized that he and Jose will cooperate well and will continue to cooperate next season.

In fact, from the perspective of Wang Ai, the person in the game, the scandal last summer was not purely groundless. Although Jose and Mendes have the intention of blackmailing Moratti, Real Madrid also really wants Jose to pass. Sai is also really unable to refuse Real Madrid's solicitation, but finally found that the timing is not very mature.

Moratti is now considering selling the team, and Jose can leave a salary of more than 10 million euros a year, which will directly become the "profit" on the club's financial statements. Therefore, his retention of Jose is at best: I will not refuse if you are willing to stay, not "how much money you want"!

Two years ago, the Moratti family went forward bravely and climbed upwards, but now they are thinking about success and retreat.

Moratti knows this, Jose knows it, and Wang Ai knows it too.

Things have reached a new stage, and the people in the game, at least the sensible people in the game, should find their own way out. Moratti knows this, Jose knows, and Wang Ai knows that the three of them are the most critical three in the game, and they are all three people with clear thoughts.

As for others, they have their own plans. For example, Zanetti, he intends to become Inter Milan’s Maldini and play a loyal knight, so that even if he changes his boss in the future, he will rely on his image and reputation among the fans. You can continue to eat the bowl of rice from Inter.

As for Wang Ai's pessimistic forecast on the prospect of Jose and Real Madrid's marriage, Wang Ai can only talk to Schlappner, but not Jose. With the success and fame step by step, Jose has become increasingly stubborn. The early caution is no longer much, and the arrogance of a big man has become more and more prosperous.

At least Wang Ai is convinced that if he only started working with Jose this year, he will definitely be put on the bench by Jose. Although Jose continued the good habit of getting along with the players at Chelsea when getting along with the team, it can be seen that he has become less and less interested and has doubts about this model.

A big coach can use prestige to force players to obey, unlike a small coach who must please the players to win approval. Obviously, being a big coach is more pleasant, more comfortable, and less costly.

Jose is in the process of this transition.

Walking out of Jose’s office and slowly walking out of the familiar training ground, Wang Ai put his hands in his trouser pockets and lowered his head without walking on the solidified mountain road. Instead, he walked up the grassy hillside a little bit, Zhao Dan and Zhang Guang followed carefully. .

From Germany to Spain, from the United Kingdom to Italy, Wang Ai thought he had found a place for his soul, but he did not expect to bid farewell again after only two and a half years. I thought I met the most successful and legendary head coach who could follow him throughout his career. I didn't realize it, and I was going to part ways.

Wang Ai stopped for a moment at the door of his home, not knowing what he was thinking.

When Wenjun came back in the evening, the family had dinner. Wang Ai felt that the room was too boring, so he put the dinner plate on a small plastic square table in the front yard. After a while, Wenjun also came over with the dinner plate.

"Seeing that you are not in your house, what's the matter?" Shi Wenjun asked after eating a few bites of food to relieve his hunger: "Still counting on me?"

"No." Wang Ai returned to his senses and smiled. After eating for a while, he suddenly said, "Will you write me a picture? Your writing brush is good."

"What to write? I may not be in the mood." Shi Wenjun lowered his head to deal with a clam.

"This grassland." Wang Ai stepped on it with his foot: "I used to think I would die here. I still remember how satisfied I was when I first came here. I live in a secluded mountainous area, but live a perfect life. There are birds and flowers here, but there are also my favorite football and people I love. Everything here is so perfect, and I feel so now. But after all, it’s about to count down. Back then, I was in Tubingen and Coruña. In London, although there are also very good houses and good conditions, in terms of my subjective favor, it is still the most prosperous here."

Shi Wenjun pried open a clam, ate one, and looked up at Wang Ai curiously.

Wang Ai shook his head: "You said that I was at a loss that day. Today Jose and I basically talked about his going to Real Madrid next season. He also asked me if I would go. I can’t say, but I was very unhappy. You said I am. Don’t you dare to face the challenge if you are bolder and smaller? I just want to be a happy king here?"

Shi Wenjun remained silent, lowering his head to deal with the second clam.

"Later I walked to the door of my house and figured it out, or I figured it out emotionally. I used to be only intellectually. For me, my career has always been an outsider, destined to be a prodigal. But fortunately in my life. The anchor is always there. This can help me get rid of my confusion and stay firm, so I would like to ask you to write a picture and remind me often."

"What to write?" Shi Wenjun finally got some interest, savoring the delicious soup.

"Hehe, just write, um, ‘the motherland needs me’, hehe."

Looking at the shy Wang Ai, Shi Wenjun laughed and nodded gently.

After the meal, under Wang Ai's wait, Shi Wenjun dipped in thick ink in the study room on the third floor, and with an extraordinary woman’s mind and brushwork, he wrote ten words on the rice paper: "The motherland needs me. , The people need me"!

"How?" After appreciating for a moment, Shi Wenjun found that Wang Ai was still staring at the words in a daze.

"Oh, good, hang up? I want to watch it sleep."

Shi Wenjun didn't say anything, and when the ink was dry, he edged the banner and hung it on the wall opposite Wang Ai's bedroom bed.

In the middle of the night, the "brother" who was sleeping on a bed opened his eyes and found the man beside him with a football on his chest, leaning on the bedside table and looking across the wall in a daze.

When he woke up in the early morning, Shi Wenjun looked tiredly at the man standing in front of the bed, and listened to the man shaking her arm excitedly: "Little beauty, I teach you to play football?"