Reborn on Top of Football

Wang Ye really cried this time: "My family has spent all of their family money for my practice. I still want to make money to give them an old age, ohh."

Wang Ai had to take him by the shoulder and said to him: Myolysis, it's not you who want to melt, like chocolate ice cream, not so serious.

The training can't be carried out. The national youth team members urgently need a collective rest, but the game will be tomorrow, and there will be a knockout match next. What should I do? Wang Ai can't bear to overdraw the potential of these teammates to grit his teeth, but he can't retire without reason. How do you explain to the media at that time? How to explain to the fans? Hundreds of Chinese fans specifically bought a full set of tickets to support the team, and then you said that we were too tired to go home to rest and then stop playing?

Wang Ai felt that if he did that, it would not be enough to consume all his favor.

The top is national honor, the bottom is fan expectations, and the game has to be braced. Even these players have this willingness. They can participate in the National Youth League once in a lifetime. How can they be worthy of themselves and their family if they don't go far?

Therefore, Wang Ai's space is very limited, and the national youth also faces the problem of cracks in the new and old national youth.

Mai Chao took the National Youth Team doctor busy running with the experts before and after. Zhang Jilong was busy calling and making a report. The support team beyond Beyond Rehabilitation has to arrive at night as soon as possible. What do you do in the afternoon? What do you do at night? Can't train, let the players lie down in the room?

Wang Ai walked around the house and found that the team members couldn't sleep either, chatting, playing cards, or playing computer. What do a bunch of young people with little culture do in their spare time? Not the same as the big guy? Count on them to hold Ben "Freud"?

There are only two or three of these national youth team members who have computers, and the others cannot afford it.

Of course, Zhao Xuri is not counted. Zhao Xuri, holding the Asian and Gold medals in his hands, won the Football Association's bonus of not less than 400,000. Guo Liang and Yang Hao also have some money. But the other team members were far behind, and Wang Song still managed to ask for money before buying one.

Wang Ai came out of the room and found the team's interpreter directly, entrusted him to take Sun Yi with his Deutsche Bank bank card to the mall, and a small truck in the mall sent 20 top-fit ​​laptops.

Zhang Jilong grinned at this scene, his toothache! I just reimbursed you hundreds of thousands, and in a flash you spent millions more!

"It's okay, this is a gift I gave to my brothers. Who makes me rich? This one doesn't have to be reimbursed by the Football Association. I personally act." . "

Zhang Jilong doesn't think that Wang Ai spends money to buy players. What's the use? It's over ten days before the full play of the Asian Games, and it took a million people to call him the ten-day boss? Ten thousand yuan can hire a bunch of people on the labor market to call you every day.

Therefore, Vice President Zhang temporarily put down the matter at hand, followed the elated crowd to the conference room, and held Wang Ai to direct people to arrange the line, the network cable, and settled in after a busy time. Sitting behind a single head, as if a government clerk was learning to type.

"What is this for?"

"Play a game! Video game, Vice President Zhang, have you never played it? Come and teach me."

Zhang Jilong hurriedly waved his hand and rejected the enthusiastic Wang Ai. Joking, how old am I?

"Come, brothers!" Wang Aihaomai waved his hand: "Play games with me for ten days, the Asian Youth Championship is over, this computer is yours!"

"Long live the boss!" The players cheered in unison, regardless of size.

Beside Zhang Jilong, Wang Ai skillfully opened a game interface to greet people to enter, build maps, and white room! Open up!

Although not all of them have computers, they have all played. At least the Internet cafes have been there, so they started quickly, aiming at a gangster named "Boss" to fight!

Zhang Jilong squinted and was a little disgusted, quickly turned his attention, and listened to Wang Ai shouting: "My grass, who is this, you **** behind the door?"

"Stop me, why hit me all the time, who used to **** it? You came out to pick up my Desert Eagle!"

"Flash bomb, Nima, foul, this is it!"

Zhang Jilong couldn't listen anymore. He got up and left, and was a bit reluctant. He pulled Wang Ai, but Wang Ai shook his hand and told the police to spray him to death.

"Why, I'm playing really well."

Zhang Jilong was embarrassed to say that you killed someone dozens of times in five minutes.

"Xiao Wang, I heard experts say video games are not good."

Wang Ai lowered his mouse: "Isn't it good? They don't understand."

"They are experts!"

"Me too," Wang Ai said strangely, "I'm a doctor, and I'm also an expert."

Zhang Jilong shook his head, shook his head with self-deprecation, and watched that his age always ignored it, and he made fun of Wang Ai: "People are experts in education, you are experts in philosophy, or they understand."

"Cut!" Wang Ai pried his mouth. "I admit that they understand a lot in theory, but I understand a lot in practice. Should you let them take the national college entrance examination?"

Zhang Jilong laughed, and played Wang Ai with a brain crash: "Come and go out with me, I look dizzy."

The two left the conference room one after the other, leaving behind a group of enthusiastic team members who didn't even notice the boss's success.

Walking on the road in the hotel garden, Zhang Jilong patted Wang Ai's shoulder: "Xiao Wang, thank you."

Wang Ai folded her cynical expression and spread her hands: "No way, time is too short."

"Hmm." Zhang Jilong backed up: "I also found out that the old and new players in the team have serious contradictions and haven't paid attention to mediation in the past. Although your method is strange, it is also a good method. We would not have a computer when we were young, but If there is any conflict with anyone, it will be fine to play cards, drink, brag. The contradictions of young people are not a big deal in the final analysis. "

"Yeah, it's actually something like," Who are you, who are you? "

Zhang Jilong smiled and walked away again: "Previously, you mentioned that there is a large income gap between the players, and you want to give them a salary increase to balance it ... well, it is called a psychological gap? I still agree with this, do you suffer from unemployed and unevenness. So Now are you giving everyone a raise in disguise? "

Wang Ai nodded: "I have such a meaning. Anyway, no matter what is the case of Yaqingsai, everyone at least earns a notebook to go back, more than 40,000, this mentality is also relaxed. Besides, I go out with such a hand, the team is not Who is divided, but I am a 'rich man', and if there is any jealousy, I can only face me. "

Zhang Jilong nodded, and then suddenly asked, "Is there hope?"

"Reluctantly." Wang Ai took a deep breath. "The team members still have the ability. In the past, the strings collapsed so tightly that they were all strained. Hurry up to Song Yisong during these ten days, slowly. Although not able to reach To the best effect, but I guess it will be fine in the finals. "