Reborn on Top of Football

The moment when Wang Ai took over and lifted the China Golden Globe trophy from the editor-in-chief of "Sports" became the climax of the evening party. Some people started to stand up in applause from the direction of the reporters below, and then the crowd spread to the guest area, to the front row, to Lao Gao and Wei Di.

The two giants looked at each other: Okay, it's hard to go against the consensus, let's get up too.

When they got together, Wang Ai on the stage was embarrassed: when it comes to personal matters, he is either a guide or a senior, and when it comes to public affairs, he is either a leader or a coach. This is different from paying tribute to seniors. China pays attention to respecting elders and seniors.

Out of urgency comes wisdom! Wang Ai put down the trophy, moved to the side of the award podium, and bowed 90 degrees, standard!

The applause keeps on, but Wang Ai can't get up!

If everyone doesn't sit down, Wang Ai can't get up.

Later, Lao Gao turned around and raised his hand, and everyone let Wang Ai go.

At the dinner after the party, Wang Ai sighed: "Oh, mom, I won't be able to come back next year."

Lao Gao smiled, briefly touched with Wade, and communicated with the editor-in-chief of "Sports", and then took the opportunity to announce the arrangements for next year: the head of the Chinese Football Academy will join the jury.

Many people were startled, and immediately realized the ingenuity of such an arrangement, but it was a pity that such a grand occasion could not happen again today: as long as Wang Ai sat down, it was almost difficult for anyone to make him stand up.

Lao Gao, Wei Di and Wang Ai were very busy at the dinner. People kept coming over to say hello and talk about work. For example, the sports channel discussed with Wang Ai and planned to do an exclusive interview with a Chinese coach who was training at Real Madrid. Then they would bother Wang Ai. Aye.

Wang Ai readily agreed, which was also a good thing.

"Sports World" was very interested in Wang Ai's newly published work, and wanted to get authorization to serialize it. Wang Ai was cautious and did not agree immediately. He suggested that Sports World first let the readers know how interested they were, and not to get excited about the results. A squib was fired.

You don’t want to be popular, at least you can’t lower the sales of “Sports World”.

People in the "sports circle" first praised Wang Ai for his thoughtfulness, and then whispered that they had done a reader survey. Wang Ai suddenly understood that people were talking nice, but he was not sure how to laugh at himself.

"Did you bring the contract?" Wang Ai suddenly asked.

"I've brought it with me. I've brought all the ink pads with me." People in the sports world laughed.

Wang Ai was helpless and glanced at Anna who was accompanying him. Anna smiled and said: "I am the doctor's assistant. Can you show me the contract?"

Wang Ai continued to chat with others. People from the sports world were pulled aside by Anna to chat. It took about half an hour to finalize the details. They found a printer in the hotel to make two copies. People from the sports world stamped them, and Anna stamped them with the seal of CY Sports Agency. The sports editor-in-chief signed, Wang Ai signed, and the matter was settled.

Wang Ai's works will be tested by fans.

Lao Gao and Wei Di watched the whole process, neither objecting nor supporting, and they were very careful to protect themselves!

After the dinner, Wang Ai entrusted the trophy to Lao Gao when everyone was leaving. Please ask him to take it back to BJ and hand it over to his family. Lao Gao took it generously with a smile. He knew that Wang Ai did it on purpose and wanted to take revenge on him. He arranged the work and also retaliated against him by standing up during the awards ceremony and making him uncomfortable.

But at this time, his boss Gao is no longer the chairman of the Football Association but Wang Ai's coach.

"How to divide the money?" In the hotel room, Xu Qinglian asked Wang Ai: "You asked so many people to look at it for you and put forward opinions, and now it's cashed out, you can't just express it, right?"

"Well, give me some audit fees. Tell Anna tomorrow and ask her to use a check. I'll ask those people for the address."

"Can't you give me a red envelope?"

"It's not formal. I don't have much money to begin with, so the formality is right? Alas! I don't even care about the royalties."

"It's not a good thing to worry about." Xu Qinglian turned over and humped Wang Ai with her butt: "Go to sleep quickly. We will fly to Madrid in a few hours. If you ask me, why don't you leave just now? You have to sleep in Shanghai again. One night."

"Why don't you change a place and experience the feeling of sleeping? Don't you get tired of sleeping at home all day?"

"Aren't you tired of holding me all day long?"

The couple just quarreled in a daze, and after a while they fell asleep one after another, and then they were woken up by Anna after a while. Seeing the assistant swaying sleepily, Wang Ai couldn't bear it: "Hold on for a while, you can sleep well when we get on the plane."

After leaving the hotel, we rushed through the streets of Shanghai to Hongqiao Airport at around three o'clock in the morning. Wang Ai shook hands with the people in the hotel and said goodbye. When the night wind blew, Anna became more energetic and no longer needed Xu Qinglian's support. Wang Ai greeted the flight attendant and captain again, and a moment later, under the guidance of the tower, the "Textile Female Worker" broke through the night sky and flew towards the sea of ​​​​stars.

Lao Gao, who works in the same hotel, woke up very early and went downstairs to have breakfast at dawn. He also saw Wei Di. The two exchanged a few words and then ate in silence, thinking about their work after returning to BJ. Nowadays, Wade, the director of the Football Management Center, does not have much work, except to grasp the general direction of policies and regulations. The actual leader of the entire football world is already a young and powerful senior.

However, Lao Gao had a bad temper, and although Wade also had a bad temper, he was older than him after all, so sometimes Wade had to step in to help him appease the crowd. The third tycoon, Wang Ai, is still abroad and seems to be smiling, but when it comes to business and work, he always says the same thing. He gets anxious and Lao Gao slaps the table.

Anyway, these three giants in football, each has its own shortcomings, so they just make do and move forward together.

"I talked with him at noon yesterday and officially confirmed the replacement of football spirit." After Gao had eaten, he whispered to Wade: "Where is our foot management center?"

"When necessary, you can issue a document or make a regulation, but it is better for you to act first. First, speak out this guiding ideology and explain the truth clearly, so that the people below will take the initiative to practice it, and we will choose the good ones. And from there. This can be regarded as us leaders coming from the masses and going to the masses, theory guides practice, and practice enriches theory."

Lao Gao was persuaded by Wei Di and lit a cigarette as if no one else was watching. Fortunately, he was able to take care of the old man's health and stay away from the limelight: "You are still thoughtful. I have been doing this job for the past three years. "

Wei Di drank the porridge without raising his head: "If you don't do well, I'll replace you. Don't think nonsense. You should learn from your apprentice. How easy is it? It's just pinching in the right direction, pinching the key points firmly, and completing the assigned task. , the good ones eat sweets, and the bad ones eat banners. Although Chinese football is terrible, it is not at the end of the road. You are so much younger than me, why are you anxious?"

Lao Gao took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "Yeah!"

"I heard that the day before yesterday, Director Xu criticized Xiao Wang for being too tired and not paying attention to his health, reminding him to avoid sudden death. If you ask me, you should also pay attention. Look at your face. You are in your early fifties and you are older than me. Does that matter?"

Lao Gao put out his cigarette butt: "You are right, the revolution has not yet succeeded."