Reborn on Top of Football

"Yeah, this one is really your fan." Huang Xin also found the blogger who posted the post on his mobile phone: "Look, the earliest post was posted ten years ago, about your competition with Shevchenko."

Leonie also took out her phone and flipped through it briefly: "It's true, I have been commenting on your competition for so many years, and I congratulate you every time you win."

Kangsi folded her hands on her knees and looked at her mobile phone: "The reserves at home are exhausted, my loved ones are infected and the hospital can't get them, and I am also infected and have no way to ask for help. I think it's not so much asking you for help, but it's more of a memorial to myself." .”

Wang Ai said calmly: "What should I say?"

"First, he has never contacted you in ten years, not through any channels, otherwise he would happily post about his interactions with you. This is the instinct of fans; second, a true fan can completely understand To clarify the relationship between yourself and your idol, you spend your own money and the idol works hard to compete. This is the best interaction. Fans asking stars for personal matters have almost no chance of success except for individual commercial hype. Because everyone has their own difficulties, and stars The money is nothing evenly divided." Kangsi analyzed calmly: "So, he didn't really expect to get your response. He just felt that he was going to die and was desperate. Before he died, he had something to do with the star. Or, for example, shouting. You see, he himself said that this was the first time he had the courage to shout to you publicly."

Wang Ai lowered his head and looked at the fan's post again. He looked at the short, rough description and the photos with average clarity and angle. After a while, he asked several people: "What do you think?"

The three women looked at each other, and Huang Xin asked tentatively: "How about asking Anna to come over and discuss it together? She is mainly your assistant during this time."

"No, it's hard for her to rest for a few days. Let her be a homebody for a while. Let's discuss it first, and then we'll ask her for her opinion."

Leonie said: "I think you'd better pretend not to know. There are so many people clicking your name and sending your comments every day. You can't see that it's normal. Besides, you are in BJ and he is far away in Milan. You Even if you know, what can you do?"

Kang Si also said: "There are more than one or two people in difficulty in Milan now. You helped one, will you help the next? Help everyone? Can you help? You are not the Milan Municipal Government, nor the Milan Red Cross. You Just a working man."

Wang Ai sighed softly and stood up with his hands behind his hands and looked out the window at the street that seemed like the early morning of New Year's Eve: "But, he really touched me."

The three women looked at Wang Ai's back quietly, and then heard Wang Ai continue: "Faced with a sudden disaster, people naturally hope that ordinary heroes can stand up to help them and lead them. Isn't it celebrities and public figures? Are you a daily hero? How can you stand still while enjoying the halo similar to that of a hero? I don’t know when the league will resume. I may be idle for a long time. Since I haven’t retired yet, I am still a star and a public figure, so I have to do everything. Something consistent with the status, right?”

When he said "right", Wang Ai had already turned around and looked at his lovers with burning eyes.

Huang Xin shook his head slightly: "It's okay, but you have to pay attention to the method."

Leonie nodded: "Yes, have you figured out what to do?"

Kangsi added: "It's best not to make a big fuss. We really can't afford everyone asking us for help. Once it does happen, we will only complain. Everyone will blame us, complaining that we shouldn't promise and can't promise." Promise of."

"Yes." Wang Ai raised his head: "If you want to do it, you need to find a method..."

For a long time, Wang Ai lowered his head and flipped through the phone list. He stopped at one and asked the three of them: "How about I call Chairman Zhang and ask him to help that fan on my behalf?"

"Chairman Zhang is willing?" Huang Xin asked: "The same goes for Inter Milan. Inter Milan is just a club, and it is powerless to face the plight of many Milan fans."

Wang Ai nodded: "So, Inter Milan is just a channel, and the source is still me. Having this channel disperses the pressure. I can help, but it is too far away to help. Although Inter Milan is close, it cannot help. And since I called It will take two or three days for Inter Milan to implement it. According to this time rhythm, others will not be too eager to ask me for help, and those who are too anxious will not come to me."

Leonie lowered her head and made some calculations: "Yes, but the premise is that Xiao Zhang will give you face."

Wang Ai smiled: "This is also a good thing for Inter Milan. What's more, I helped them buy Inter Milan back then."

Huang Xin said: "It's okay if you don't give me face. Don't forget our Milan Light."

Leonie said: "Yes, looking at it this way, it really helps Inter Milan."

Wang Ai was noncommittal. After dialing the phone, Chairman Zhang was a little surprised, but very enthusiastic. After listening to Wang Ai's request, he probably briefly studied it and agreed, promising to make arrangements immediately.

This incident disturbed many people and made them lose all their thoughts. Several people inside and outside here clearly felt that although it was not easy for China, at least the bottom line was secured. But in foreign countries, there are tragedies everywhere. After people die, how can people know how much sadness there is?

"I think the literati in your country are so mean." Leonie suddenly pushed her cell phone to Wang Ai angrily: "Look at this girl writing a diary, who has been supported by the country for so many years, she is not as good as me. Hong'er, even a dog is better than her."

Wang Ai glanced at it and pushed it away with disgust: "You are a mainstream writer, do you know what that means? Even pornographic writing can be published, and writing about **** and peeing is considered art. A typical outlaw and a master. This has always been the case. People don’t know how to revere or be grateful, they are just like the naughty children at home, they get used to it and go to heaven.”

Kang Si said happily: "You don't want to say a few words? I see that many people have spoken, even academicians."

Wang Ai thought for a while: "Forget it, the academician is higher than me. I don't need to say what others have said. Besides, it's a bit late now. She already stinks. I won't beat up the drowned dog. We are omnipotent in this regard." Where are the netizens. Alas! In my current situation, I cannot easily talk about other public affairs, especially those that involve a little bit of politics. Unless the matter has just come out and the public is still confused, I can use my influence to change the direction of the trend. Now It’s not necessary.”

"Besides..." Wang Ai curled his lips: "I don't want to be angry, I don't want to **** say bad words, it will damage my image! It's not easy for me, a majestic international superstar, to fight with a country bumpkin old woman, so let Lao Hu do it. Okay, they are a perfect match! A writer, an outlaw, a reporter, the fourth power, each with buffs, magic to fight!"