Reborn on Top of Football

The sky was dimming, and Wang Ai opened his eyes on the bed. Kang Si was sleeping soundly on her back, and the little beauty was curled up in Xu Qinglian's arms. When Wang Ai moved, Xu Qinglian's eyes opened.

Wang Ai stretched out his hand to touch her eyelids. She closed one eye and still conveyed the emotion of contempt. Wang Ai smiled and wanted to hug one of them but was afraid of disturbing their sleep. Xu Qinglian still looked down upon her, but Wang Ai said angrily. He gave her a paw.

It was broad daylight when he woke up again. Kangsi lay in front of the bed and called him: "Doctor, it's time to have breakfast."

Wang Ai suddenly bounced up and walked towards the bathroom while asking: "What are the plans for today?"

"I'll go back to BJ after breakfast, but Zhang Bin from the sports channel wanted to hitchhike. I agreed just now before you woke up." Xu Qinglian answered casually while rummaging around for a thick coat in her luggage: "I have to take it out in a while, BJ can cold."

Wang Ai came out of the bathroom energetically: "It's definitely not good for him to get on the plane."

The women ignored him, since it was just meaningless complaints to their friends anyway, and several of them went out one after another to go to the restaurant. They could have been called into the room, but many teammates were leaving today, and the women felt that Wang Ai would really like to chat again.

As expected, the restaurant was very lively.

However, no one except Zhang Bin told Wang Ai that they wanted to fly on his plane. Maybe Wang Ai didn't invite everyone and it would be a bit difficult to say anything. In fact, people like Zhao Xuri have earned enough over the years to buy a plane. However, after the star industry retires, their income will drop off a cliff. They probably feel that it is difficult to earn back the cost of the plane with their small investment, so they simply don't buy it. .

In the past, when I was young, the boss’s things were my own and no one cared about them. It doesn't work now. Over the years, Wang Ai's family has fewer and fewer friends. Wang Ai was so busy that he didn't notice it, but the women all noticed it, but no one reminded them.

Most people probably think that they will continue to work in this industry in the future, but Wang Ai is now a powerful figure, and if he says something wrong, he may not be able to explain it to his friends.

Wang Ai himself probably doesn't want his teammates to get on his plane, except that the "Textile Female Worker" has been turned into a purely private plane by Leonie's repeated requests, which inevitably has many things that outsiders can't see. , Wang Ai also subconsciously wanted to avoid responsibility: whose vehicle was used, and who would be responsible if something went wrong.

At eight o'clock in the morning, everyone who had boarded the plane and cleaned up first welcomed Zhang Bin. He was amazed: "Your plane is very luxurious outside, so big, but it is very simple inside, very characteristic of you." .”

Wang Ai grinned: "What are the characteristics?"

"Jinyu... you won't throw me off the plane, will you? My flight ticket has been refunded." Zhang Bin came to Wang Ai with a smile, nodded to Dr. Xu, Manager Shi, Manager Lei, and Assistant Kang and sat down on Wang Ai Opposite: "It can be seen from your home. Your home looks large and beautifully designed on the outside. According to people's habits, it should also be splendid on the inside. But you don't. The decoration level inside is that of a hotel." The standard room level will inevitably give people a feeling of disharmony.”

Wang Ai shook his head and pointed at the cabin: "The focus of the home is to be comfortable, not to show off to others. If there are a lot of good things in it, and you don't dare to touch them, and you're afraid of being beaten, then how can you have fun? It's so rubbish. It doesn’t feel bad if the thing is smashed, right?”

"It's a bit of pragmatism."

At this time, the plane began to taxi, and Zhang Bin sat down obediently, but still looked around: "Is there a bar? Is there a swimming pool?"

"There is no bar, but there is a tea bar in the back, but the decoration is more green. Don't even think about the swimming pool. It can't be installed and it is useless. There is a bathroom and a shower. There is also a gym with no equipment. It is mainly used for bare hands. Yoga mats, yoga **** and other lightweight things. Well, it will cost you a thousand yuan more to get you back to the BJ."

Zhang Bin pointed at Wang Ai: "Look, look, look, if Mr. Wang has ever heard of you, he must say that you are also a farmer. You have bought a plane, and you still calculate the weight of the passengers? Are you still super giant? You Will he still be the top earner among Chinese celebrities for more than ten consecutive years?"

Wang Ai widened his eyes and said in a long voice: "The landlord's family doesn't have any food left."

After the plane flew steadily, Zhang Bin beckoned the photographer behind him and asked insincerely: "Can I interview you?"

Wang Aimu stared at the camera pointed at him blankly: "No."

"Okay." Zhang Bin adjusted the microphone hung up by his assistant: "How about a private plane?"

Wang Ai rolled his eyes helplessly: "Yesterday I was China's Player of the Year, but today I have become weak, helpless and pitiful."

"You have a private jet, but none of CCTV has one."

"But I'm being interrogated by you."

"You have a private jet!"

Wang Ai rubbed his face, sighed heavily, and pointed at the camera: "You must pay attention to my image, or I will ask my boss to call your boss to complain."

The photographer stuck his head out and looked at it carefully: "It's a test run now. Dean Wang, you can go change some clothes."

Wang Ai looked down and reluctantly got up and went to the locker room behind to change into casual clothes: "Let's get started, I know I won't have time for a vacation when I come back. Let me tell you, I haven't had a vacation for several years."

"Aren't you afraid of other people's opinions when buying a private jet?" Zhang Bin asked persistently.

"It is just a means of transportation to facilitate work. I can get a better rest here. Like yesterday, I flew directly from Madrid to Guangzhou. If I took a flight, I would definitely have jet lag when I got off, otherwise I would not be able to recover. status. But in this case, time would be too late. I had arranged an important event before leaving in Madrid, and then I hurriedly boarded the plane, hurriedly slept on the plane to lose jet lag, and hurriedly got off the plane to the hotel, just in time to connect with last night ’s awards show. So you see, that’s where private jets come in.”

“You want people to understand your need to buy a private jet?”

"Yes, no matter how expensive it is, it is also a means of transportation. It is no different in nature from bicycles, motorcycles, and electric scooters. It is useful to me to save time and to have a better rest."

"But many fans will be disappointed. For them, bumping into you on a plane is one of the few opportunities for direct contact with you."

Wang Ai nodded and pursed his lips with regret: "In fact, since I started flying business class, such opportunities have gradually become less and less. Because long-distance intercontinental flights and increasingly compact itineraries are all harmful to me. Rest during the journey puts forward more and more urgent requirements. For example, last night, no one wanted to see me listless. So I can only choose to satisfy more people's requirements, and TV and the Internet can satisfy the most people. way of demand.”