Reborn on Top of Football

   "Did you say anything amazing on CCTV yesterday? Tell me in advance?"

  On the flight to Italy, Zhang Erwen, who was upgraded by himself, sat beside Wang Ai and pushed his glasses.

  Wang Ai glanced at him disgustingly: "What can I say on the day of rejoicing? What's more, it's a group activity. I'm already strong enough. Besides, I'm in this position and I have to pay attention to what I say."

  Zhang Erwen was unaware of Wang Ai’s disgust, and nodded: “Well, it’s time to pay attention to it. He’s an adult, a captain, a hero, and a grand slam.”

  "What grand slam?" Wang Ai glared at him, then pulled up the blanket.

  I can’t help this brother Wang Ai. I went to the Youth Foundation yesterday morning and Central Station in the afternoon. I went home at night and slept all night. I planned to go directly to Italy to attend Sneijder’s wedding after watching the flag-raising ceremony from the square this morning. Unexpectedly, this product had to follow.

  Most of the more than 20 hours back and forth were on the plane, but in the end, I didn’t listen to them, and even said that I would do a personal interview. As a result, he got on the plane and bought the economy class. Wang Ai saw that he had to accompany him to toss for more than 20 hours. It was not good to see him crowded there, so he still had to spend money. Help him upgrade.

  "Have you not heard? It should be the first sports reporter to say on the Internet these days that you are the first Grand Slam player in Chinese football."

  "Where is the grand slam in football?" Wang Ai chuckled and opened his eyes: "It's not tennis again."

   "To borrow a word, how would you describe you if you, the Asian Youth, the World Youth, the Asian Youth, the World Youth, the Asian Games, the Olympics, the Asian Cup, and the World Cup all won?"

   "All... Um..."

  Zhang Erwen pouted his lips: "Grand Slam? Better than Grand Slam."

  Wang Ai sighed, adjusted the angle of the seat, half-lying down, and said lazily, “Why are you doing this?”

   "Can you still let people say?"

   "Brother, Reporter Zhang, you are also a philosophy student, don’t you know that you will lose at the end of the month?"

  "Do you still think it's too much money?"

   "No." Wang Ai looked back from the window: "You are not a sports reporter. You may not know that my income will not increase significantly this year."

  Zhang Erwen blinked his small eyes and didn't understand.

Wang Ai shook his head: "In normal years, my domestic income is mainly supported by my performance in the European professional arena. This year I will definitely rely on the World Cup, but in this way, all the advertisers who have contacted me in previous years have found the Football Association. So this year I do. There are definitely more ads than in previous years, but there will be no growth in total revenue."

  After listening to Zhang Erwen, he let out a long sigh: "Oh, there's this. Then you, is it because of the money?"

  "Sulky." Wang Ai despised his senior: "I am a person who has achieved financial freedom a long time ago, okay? I am not happy with more money, and I am not angry with less money. I am concerned about what is behind the money."

"for example?"

   "...you are not allowed to write silly, I warn you! And put away your recording pen!"

  Zhang Erwen thought about the predecessor’s exhortation, but regretfully turned off the recorder and opened his hand: "You still don't believe me?"

   "Well, I believe you! I believe you, you almost killed someone last year?"

  Zhang Erwen subconsciously touched the scar on his forehead, and said indifferently: "Is it a reporter's bounden duty?"

   "So there are species? Then don't you look for me?" Wang Ai turned the old account: "Well, you are a broken reporter and become a detective. Why don't you go to work at the Commission for Discipline Inspection?"

  Zhang Erwen stroked his messy hair that was close to his forehead, not straight or curled: "I won."

   "Yes, fuck!"

  Seeing that Wang Ai turned over and ignored him irritably, Zhang Erwen also felt that his...interview skills were not mature enough, so he forcibly changed the subject: "What did you mean by the money?"

   "Hurry up and let you sleep when you are done."

  Wang Ai sighed helplessly. It is true that there are not many people who have been able to rectify him in recent years, and Zhang Erwen is just one **** brother. No money, hard thief, Wang Ai still admires his idealized **** a little bit, so he turned around and said: "Professional arena salary is behind the status, and status determines the treatment on and off the court, such as off-court. Some bad things don’t look for you, and you have more possessions on the court. In China...I said that when the moon is full, you lose money. You still don’t understand?"

   "You said you don't care about money anymore."

With a word, Wang Ai sat up angrily, stretched out his hand and slapped his brother's forehead: "Behind the money is fame, fame is more money. Although my personal domestic commercial development has reached its limit, It can only grow with the growth of the country’s overall economic scale, but others are not! You know, don’t you know, I have a mobile vault and camera right now?"

  Zhang Erwen slapped on the forehead, but he was not angry. Is it a reporter's vocation, and asked: "You mean there will be all kinds of people around you, grabbing your wealth and fame?"

  Wang Ai hummed out of anger: "You are."

  Zhang Erwen also hummed, “It’s okay to spread out a little bit, you are doing charity.”

Wang Ai shook his head: "I will not be angry if I am separated by a righteous person, but I will also be happy, but the problem is that people's hearts are separated by their belly, and you don't even know what the thoughts of those close to you are. I am involved in every move. If I am accidentally used by bad guys, I can't bear the consequences?"

  Zhang Erwen finally got smarter, the two small eyes behind the spectacles were shining: "You mean that happened at the beginning of last year? How did you deal with it later?"

"What else can I do? The court sentenced it, and the media reported it, but did the victim buy it for me? That's my supporter too. Can I watch if I was cheated so badly?" Speaking of this, Wang Ai said unluckily: "I only pay hundreds of thousands of dollars. The key is that people sit at home, the pot comes from the sky, and the click hits my head. I don't even have a place to reason. How many years later Maybe someone will bury me in this matter. Who do you think I provoke?"

   "Has that person caught it?"

   "Catch a fart and ran to the United States."

  "You don't involve politics, so can't you catch it?"

  Wang Ai shook his head, looked at the senior brother and closed his eyes: "Pfizer asked me to endorse and I did not agree."

  Zhang Erwen's mind turned around: "So even if there is a red warrant, Pfizer in the U.S. will still be a hindrance? E, I remember you never cooperate with medical supplies, why?"

  Wang Ai closed his eyes and said, “I’m afraid that human life is a matter of life. Besides, don’t you know how messy the pharmaceutical market has been in the past few years? I’m innocent, what am I doing with this?”

Zhang Erwen nodded, wrote a few pens in the notebook on his legs, and suddenly asked: "Oh, what is Pfizer looking for you to endorse? People are a large international company, don't you need to worry? You are not the favorite and this Cooperation?"

  Wang Ai Meng opened his eyes: "Vigo!"