It can’t be done without shrinking!
History has shown countless times that those who break certain concepts often have to endure the backlash of existing concepts. For example, Bruno and Wang Ai can basically do whatever they want in the football circle and say whatever they want. Unless there is anger and resentment, the leaders will coax him.
. But outside the football circle and into the world of thought, Wang Ai is still just a junior, a bouncing young boy. No matter how correct what he says is, he still has no way to confront the "scarred generation" who are in full swing.
Not caught.
When others criticize you, it is called helping education, but when you refute, it is called disrespecting the elders; when others scold you, it is called rigorous teaching style, and when you scold you back, it is called politeness and sweeping the floor; when people disgust you with weird and yang-yang, it is called literary cultivation, but when you are disgusted, it is called vicious intentions;
They jumped three feet high to get on the line and called for drums and heavy hammers. You also threw back the high-voltage line and called so-and-so the remnant!
In short, when it comes to quarrels, the truth is the truth, and the mouth is the mouth. Maybe people can't criticize you in theory, but they can drown you with their saliva. So for Wang Ai, it's okay to put down the fire, there is no need.
Then just stay with them and wait quietly for the fire to start a prairie fire.
In fact, if these things were not closely related to Chinese football, Wang Ai would not have to fight with them at this time. It would only take more than ten years for China to become stronger. Practice has proved that our path is correct, and the public intellectuals will naturally stink like shit. But
There is no other way. According to the assumptions of those people, the national team should win the Hercules Cup. Otherwise, the route is wrong, and then there will be a series of blind changes! It even denies the race of the Chinese nation and the return of blood in disguise.
The policy of culturalization has been introduced, how bad is this? In other words, it is so bad that even the hostile forces are amazed! The most vicious enemies of China are not so cruel! This is simply to obliterate a nation and exterminate a race. And it is self-inflicted
Obliteration, self-annihilation, simply!
Don't think that if the national team's performance is good, this kind of voice will not exist. For some people, "Chinese" and "Chinese nation" are equal to ignorance and backwardness, unless white people and black people are introduced to our blood.
Only by carrying out transformation can the "Chinese nation" succeed. Let alone now, there will still be such people who will serve as think tanks more than ten years from now. In their view, there is a need for a "blood change" in Chinese football at any time.
In fact, this kind of person should first commit suicide, then send his wife to be sold abroad, and then start the change with himself.
Anyway, Wang Ai will never accept a group of foreigners as teammates of his national team.
Thinking of these bad things, Wang Ai became angry, and the good mood of being praised was gone. Unexpectedly, he got a call as soon as he got home. A friend from the Young Philosophers Association of the History and Philosophy Research Institute of the Academy of Social Sciences asked him to go out and have a chat.
, Wang Ai's mind turned around and he became happy. He hurried out and asked Zhao Dan to drive him there.
Arriving at a small restaurant near the Academy of Social Sciences, Wang Ai took a look in the car and saw that this was the place. He took a baseball cap from the car and put it on his head. He opened the door and got out of the car and entered the restaurant. The shop was not big, just a mom-and-pop shop.
The boss lady, who had been tired for a day, didn't recognize Wang Ai and pointed to the private room inside. Wang Ai thanked him and walked in. He took a look and saw five or six people, mostly wearing glasses and mostly young people. Well, three to be specific.
Most of them are "young people" around ten years old.
"Xiao Wang is here? Sit down, what would you like to drink?" the friend who called Wang Ai greeted him familiarly.
"Mineral water will do." Wang Ai didn't take it seriously. He took off his hat and hung it on the wall. He sat aside and looked at the table. There were even dishes and people. Food, seven or eight vegetables, and people, exactly six.
, a man in rags and garrulous clothes, and if he hadn't been wearing glasses, he would have looked like a rag picker.
This room is full of young philosophers, all pure intellectuals with their heads buried in paperwork and nothing special. Of course, philosophy is not as profitable as science and engineering, especially young philosophers. If they can’t publish books or lecture, they’ll just
Relying on a small salary and occasionally raising some academic funds to save three melons and two dates, hanging out in the fly shop is considered to be taking advantage, so everyone is miserable.
When Wang Ai came in, in addition to greeting his friends, several other people were quarreling. The core of the quarrel was clearly what Wang Ai said on TV today. One of them acted as Wang Ai's point of view, and the other acted as an opponent.
They are all weaklings, they make a lot of noise, and they are anxious and pale-faced.
Wang Ai is not in a hurry. He always looks like this when he attends the results exchange meeting every year. Unlike the old guys who have lost their blood, young scholars, especially those who are pure intellectuals or engage in philosophy, are all stubborn. Wang Ai is tired.
, too lazy to get involved, so he just drank water and smacked the melon seeds added by the landlady to watch the fun.
This group of people don't greet Wang Ai very much, and they quarrel with themselves, as if there is nothing else in the world except "reason". Wang Ai still likes this group of people, no matter how awesome you are or how rich you are
, when it comes to this one-third of an acre, it’s all just a cloud. If you have money but no brains, people won’t even look at you. In fact, sometimes they even look down on Wang Ai, always saying that he doesn’t do his job every day, and he just knows how to play!
Yes, in their opinion, playing in professional leagues or even playing in the World Cup is just for fun and a waste of time!
When they had had enough quarreling, Wang Ai just secretly went out to add money to the boss's new order of dog meat pot, Sixi meatballs, meatballs, and haggis. The boss who delivered the food didn't feel tired or annoyed anymore.
Not only did he recognize Wang Ailai, but the main reason was that these four hard-working people had a lot of oil and water, so he could make some money. Otherwise, these poor scholars could spend dozens of dollars to make noise for half a night, which was not enough to pay for electricity!
"Hey, this dog meat is good... I say Xiao Wang, you have to hurry up and produce results. Why do you have to come up with an article on such a good topic today? Don't just play football all day long. What's the point of that stuff?"
"That's right!" The man next to him who was munching on meatballs raised his head. He had been arguing for too long and his voice was a little hoarse: "I support Lao Ding on this matter. Why do you hang around with a bunch of uneducated people all day long at your level?"
"Social practice comes from the masses and goes to the masses." Wang Ai not only didn't care, but also retorted plausibly.
At this time, the quarrel started again, centering around "whether playing football counts as a social practice of philosophy" and "how much role playing football can play in improving philosophy." Wang Ai was also unambiguous, slapping the table and having sex with them, while Yan Zhu sat
It sounded like a fight outside the box. But then the voices of the other people inside became quieter and quieter, and only Wang Ai's voice became louder and louder.
After all, they have been arguing for a long time. Wang Ai has just arrived, is young and in good health, so although they are not convinced, they have lost their energy.
"Sure enough, the body is the capital of revolution!"
Wang Ai's sarcastic voice on those weaklings really caused another quarrel.
This chapter has been completed!