"Hey, what are you doing?"
Wang Ai, who was standing in front of the bedroom window looking at Cobham, was awakened by Xu Qinglian's greeting. When he turned around, he saw that she was flipping through the draft he had left on his desk. It was not Wang Ai's graduation thesis, but his recent observation.
Chelsea, a chart constructed for internal and external forces.
Chelsea has been in turmoil recently, and Wang Ai has been unable to completely avoid being involved. Yesterday, he released a message through Jamie: Only by uniting can we have a chance to defeat Manchester United.
"Do a little analysis to see what is the most appropriate thing to do." Wang Ai said as he walked to the desk, shaking his head: "The recent turmoil in Chelsea has taught me a good lesson and given me a
An opportunity to peek into the operating rules of a quasi-rich family."
After sitting down, Wang Ai took his manuscript from Xu Qinglian: "A stable state will cover up many problems. Only when there is turmoil can you see whether it is people or ghosts. This wave includes bosses, general managers, chief engineers, outstanding employees, and outsiders.
The complex interaction of employees, external manager assistants, and at least six variables is not only valuable to me, but also valuable to you. You can also take a look. I am also preparing to sort it out and give it to Leoni, Huang Xin and even other cadres to make a case.
What about analysis?"
"What's it worth to me?" Xu Qinglian sat down next to Wang Ai, picked up a pen and scribbled on Wang Ai's paper.
Wang Ai looked at her funny and did not stop her: "As for our family, it is too big now. In the future, we will always enter some new fields and new areas. For example, the Idiot Cup will hold a football festival in two years.
It will gradually turn into a national event. So when we get bigger, like Chelsea now, will we still be as patient as we were at the beginning? Will we communicate repeatedly with all parties like we did at the beginning?
Have you become arrogant, unkind, and reckless?"
Seeing that Xu Qinglian's attention was attracted, Wang Aicai said with a look of reminiscence: "When our family started, we were like prairie dogs after hibernation, poking their heads carefully, not daring to offend anyone. Every time we went out to look for
We had to repeatedly calculate our food and take advantage of various situations. The government, workers, customers, wholesalers, even relatives, gangsters... I didn't feel anything at all at the time, but later I felt aggrieved. But today, when I look at Chelsea and think about it again, I find that the embarrassment is
What is correct is not only correct for the past, but also has reference significance for the present.”
Xu Qinglian's eyes were not very focused and she murmured: "Why are you telling me this?"
Wang Ai thought for a while: "Then what do you plan to do in the future?"
"The future? I haven't thought about the future yet. What about you?"
Wang Ai understood that she was asking him for his opinion about her future, so she said: "I always thought that you would work in a certain company at home, so I told you. If you don't want to go, or don't want to do this, then
It’s really of little significance to learn from it.”
Speaking of this, Wang Ai paused: "My path is basically determined. I will continue to play football in Europe before retiring. In this way, I will not be able to return to China until I am in my thirties. After returning to China, I will most likely work in the Sports Bureau and the Academy of Social Sciences.
I will continue to work temporarily, but it is unlikely that I will take up a leadership position. The real working status should be to be a godfather within the football club and a mascot at the national level. The focus should still be to gradually take over the family business. You know, in two years
In ten years, my parents are getting older, and they will gradually have to hand over the business to us. In this way, in the more than ten years between now and my retirement, your job will indeed be somewhat difficult."
"What's the difficulty?" Xu Qinglian asked with a smile.
Wang Ai also laughed: "You have to stay with me for half a year every year, right? I may not know which country I will go to in the future, so you won't be able to do a regular job and basically have to be dragged around by me, so it's OK for you to be confused about the future.
I understand, I know you are not someone who is willing to be my background."
"No." Xu Qinglian lowered her head and played with her fingers: "Actually, I can be a housewife. I don't have to think about anything and just do what I like every day. What's wrong with that?"
"Is that so?" Wang Ai said in surprise: "I always thought you were very independent."
"Independence is about character and values, not identity or wealth." Xu Qinglian said seriously: "I admit that these external things will help many women gain independence, but I am already independent."
Wang Ai laughed dumbly. While packing up the manuscript, he patted Xu Qinglian's head: "There are beauties in the north who are peerless and independent. Well, a truly independent woman should be free. You are such a strange woman. A woman who has never been
A strange woman with an independent soul. I'm going to the club, how about you? Will you go to Stamford Bridge with me? There is a game this afternoon."
"No." Xu Qinglian shook her head: "It's too cold outside. I want to stay at your house and watch TV. Well, it's best to be in your bedroom. The living room is too big and a little cold. Is that okay?"
"Ah? Of course, what's mine is yours, you can use it and play with it as you please." Wang Ai stood up and opened the cupboard next to the bookshelf: "But I only have coffee and tea here, nothing good to eat, Kang Si
There are a lot of snacks in the room.”
"No, it's just right here. It's good to have hot tea." Xu Qinglian refused: "By the way, you will come back for dinner in the evening, right? I want to eat at your place."
"Well, wait for me." Wang Ai put on his coat and sneakers, went downstairs and walked towards Cobham.
At five o'clock in the evening, Wang Ai returned home with the best player trophy and champagne. He had accumulated a lot of similar things. Usually he would give away champagne to others, and it was not an expensive thing anyway, including teammates and neighbors.
Even the caretaker of Cobham got it. But today Xu Qinglian wanted to keep some food, so she took it back.
Today's game went very smoothly. He started and formed Chelsea's "double flying wing" with the long-lost Robben, taking turns to attack Wigan Athletic's penalty area. In the end, the two jointly contributed four goals. In addition, Lampard and
Drogba also scored a goal each, a 6:0 victory.
After dinner, Kang Si dragged Xu Qinglian to play video games in the living room, while Wang Ai stayed in the bedroom, and later ran to the study to sort out his manuscripts. It was not until about nine o'clock in the evening that Wang Ai, who was immersed in the manuscripts, sat in Xu Qinglian's room.
The research ended with the reminder.
"I'm sleepy, it's time to go back." Xu Qinglian walked to the window: "Ah, is it snowing?"
"Yes?" Wang Ai stretched his neck: "Then... drive slowly when you go back."
Xu Qinglian left quickly. Wang Ai changed his clothes and went downstairs with the ball in his arms. When he was blown by the wind and snow outside, he was suddenly startled: "I seem to have missed something?"
This chapter has been completed!