Reborn on Top of Football

Hearing Wang Ai's voice was wrong, Ma Fanshu was confused: "What's wrong, brother? Are you angry? Yes, you must be unhappy that he is so rude..."

"No, I'm asking you, why do you want to resolve the conflict with him?"

"Huh? If you have a conflict, you can't let it go, right?"

"Reflect on your thinking habits. Why do you have to resolve conflicts when they arise? Why do we have to resolve them?"

"Well…"

"I'm not accusing you or criticizing you. I just think there's something wrong with this thinking habit."

"Oh, brother, please wait a moment. Can I record it?"

Wang Ai shook his head and continued to scan the documents. After what was said, Wang Ai said calmly: "Conflicts will always exist, struggles will always exist, and games between people will exist as long as they are in contact. There is no such thing as a good thing if the conflict is completely resolved and we will always be good to each other. Don’t say that Tuchel and I have such a poor foundation, but it is good. For example, Zidane and I have worked together for five years, and we still have many conflicts. There are still many games in contact, fighting for each other's interests and rights. Perhaps in our Chinese society, we are more accustomed to using gentle and complex mechanisms to mediate and balance, but in the West, it is much simpler, and they are like immature children. Mine, clearly, what’s yours is mine, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. The only thing I’ve learned in Western society over the years is to never refuse or avoid competition, and never hide my demands.”

Ma Fanshu didn't say anything, only saying "um huh" repeatedly.

"This is just a cognitive problem. What is more serious than this is that once there is a conflict, I seek to resolve it from my side. Don't say that I was right in the first place, even if I was wrong, it is not just my direction that resolves the contradiction. , Of course it’s on both sides, why can’t it be resolved by the other party?”

"Well, brother, what you're saying is that trying to calm things down won't work in the West. It will be seen as weak and someone who can be bullied. Facing conflicts and competition head-on is a better way to deal with things?"

"Ordinary people in the West, such as friends and neighbors, may also have the warmth of Chinese society, but this does not exist among the middle and upper classes. I have never encountered it in my work. Maybe it is because there is too much money. They are all too calm." Wang Ai said this and paused: "In addition, calming down troubles is useful for us in certain periods. For example, in the past few years, we tolerated and allowed our opponents to take advantage of us that we did not want, such as in name. Victory, we use our strength. But it is no longer possible today. China wants to go global. If its name is not correct, its words will not go smoothly, and if its words are not right, its achievements will not be successful. Today, we cannot afford to suffer from the loss of words, so this is a habit of thinking in dealing with Western society. Times have changed and things have to change.”

"Then what will happen to the conflict between you and Tuchel?"

"Haha, what can we do? Everyone just performs their duties. I play football well and he leads the team well. I don't infringe on his coaching authority and he doesn't infringe on my legal rights. That's fine. With Paris' hardware Strength will come sooner or later.”

"The Champions League?"

"I did not say."

"There are still two months until the end of the year. How about two big awards this year?"

"What about the two awards? Did you forget that the Golden Globe Awards were canceled this year?"

"Oh, oops! Didn't you suffer a loss then? You are the first to win Real Madrid's five consecutive championships."

"Shou Gong? You are crazier than me. I don't even dare to say that. I advise you not to say that either."

"Is there any hope? I remember you seem to prefer the FIFA side, right?"

"Well, it's an organizational award after all, and the Golden Globe is a media award."

"It's a pity, it's a pity. You are in France this year. French Football also wants to award the award to players from the French Ligue 1, right?"

"It doesn't matter. You have forgotten that I have already got the seventh one. The next one will be the eighth one. This one is enough."

"Then the eighth World Footballer? Hey, nothing will happen, right?"

"It's hard to say. No one dares to confirm it until the last moment, but I'm very hopeful. It's still early and I haven't received an invitation yet. But I guess I won't be able to hold a party this year. I'll probably do it online."

“Where is this year’s opponent?”

"Hmm... Probably Messi and Lewandowski? The Poles are also late bloomers. They have risen very quickly in the past two years."

"You were all born around 1987 or 1988, right?"

"Cristiano Ronaldo was born in 1985, so he is two years older."

"No wonder he fell behind first...Oh, Lewandowski did rise a little late. By the way, why are people of this age group so powerful?"

"This..." Wang Ai took his attention away from the document and thought seriously for three seconds: "Maybe the answer can be found from nutrition? I don't know, I haven't studied it, but a few of us have serious injuries and illnesses. Less, the training is very scientific, and the career life is long. Maybe it is because of our generation, um, specifically in the youth of our previous generation, what major advancements in nutrition have affected our physical fitness? "

"...Can you really make sense?"

"if not?"

"I thought I was going to look for it in metaphysics, haha."

Finally, Ma Fanshu asked if today's phone call recording could be reported as news. Wang Ai agreed, but asked her to record it and send it over to discuss with Anna in detail. After hanging up the phone, Wang Ai read the documents for a while, took out a pen and wrote down some key points. He put his feet on the table and leaned on the back of the chair, thinking for a while.

Quietly, Kang Si opened the door and came in. When Wang Ai didn't come back to her senses, she leaned against the door and waited for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Wang Ai waved.

Kangsi pursed her lips and leaned over, whispering: "Have a child?"

"Oh?" Wang Ai put down the pen, stood up, and faced Kang Si, hunched over: "Mine?"

…

"Oh, why are you still fighting?" Leonie walked into the study.

"It's okay. Activities during pregnancy are good for your health!" Wang Ai was bitten by Kang Si's ear and still said something harsh.

Kangsi, who became a mother for the second time, was not nervous at all. She didn't want to go back to China yet, not even during the winter break. She became a little worried after everyone talked about the epidemic together.

Wang Beihai is also four years old and will go to school in another two years, while Wang Shengdu is already ten years old and in fourth grade.

After sighing for a while about the ruthlessness of the years, they got down to business again. Ma Fanshu sent the phone recording over there. Anna briefly asked Wang Ai a few words and began to communicate with Ma Fanshu online. Kangsi also began to explain to Wang Ai the previous recording by Wang Ai. Feedback on the eight football videos.

"Overall, the feedback has been very enthusiastic. After we posted it on multiple accounts at the same time, many accounts applied to reprint it. We basically agreed, and now it is everywhere. Many football schools have designated it as a video teaching material, and comments from the football community Very good too.”

Wang Ai's reaction was very dull: "I am the dean."