"Just a few more days." Wang Ai said while sipping the Italian soup, "I'll let you out after we officially sign the contract in a few days."
"But I have no money." Kangsi's eyes dimmed just as they brightened.
Wang Ai was shocked: "Where is your money?"
"Flowers, flowers." Kang Si stammered.
Her current monthly salary is 6,000 euros, which is definitely a high income. What’s more, it doesn’t cost anything to eat and drink with Wang Ai. After all, her appetite is just an extra spoonful of water, so how can she spend it so quickly?
"It seems that I have to give you a lesson in diligence and thrift." Wang Ai rolled up his sleeves.
"Ouch!" Kangsi resisted while avoiding Wang Ai's fist: "Girls, spend your money faster, ouch."
After walking out of the restaurant, Wang Ai was still indignant: "It cost me more money than I did!"
Kangsi was also aggrieved: "You don't have to spend what I spent."
Wang Ai became even more angry: "You used gold foil?"
"Ah, um..." Kangsi scratched her hair in distress: "But I want to buy skirts, socks, and shoes. There are probably more than a dozen kinds of shoes. At least, there are seven or eight kinds of socks. At least, there are about 20 kinds of skirts.
The least. Unlike you, you only have one or two sets of clothes issued by the club throughout the day, so I spend them quickly. Ah! I want to go shopping! I want to buy fashion! I am your assistant! I represent your image!
If you are not afraid that I will embarrass you by wearing it, I will wear it!"
Wang Ai stared blankly, Kang Si was very upright.
Back in the room, Wang Ai looked around and suddenly said: "By the way, ordinary star assistants won't live in the same room as the stars, right? I, two guards and an agent, have exactly the same suite. I opened it specially for you.
It’s only 5,000 euros for one day, which is such a waste. I think I can let you go to the standard room below.”
Kangsi opened her mouth: "No, no, I don't want it. This bed is so comfortable."
Wang Ai raised his head: "Ha, I'll deduct 1,000 euros from you a day, okay?"
"Then they have to deduct it too."
"I'm paying. If I want to deduct it, I can deduct it. If I don't want to deduct it, I can't."
"Well then..." Kang Si pointed at her finger: "How about I dance a flamenco for you?"
Wang Ai's suite is where he, Kang Si and Zhao Dan live. He and Kang Si live inside, and Zhao Dan lives in the outer room. There are two large beds in the inner room, one for each of them. To be honest, it is somewhat inconvenient, but Wang Ai and Kang
Kang Si has been "living" together for three or four years, and it seems to be nothing. She is Wang Ai's personal assistant and needs to help Wang Ai deal with many things, including when Wang Ai has been unable to sleep in Milan these past few nights, thinking about his thesis, Kang Si
They will provide coffee and fruits in a timely manner, and will remind Wang Ai what to do when the time comes.
In fact, if you stay in a hotel permanently, you definitely can't be so extravagant, and even Wang Ai can't be so extravagant, but isn't this temporary? After the contract is signed, Wang Ai will buy a house immediately, and if he makes a public appearance here, Inter Milan will provide a house.
Inter Milan can still be reimbursed even if he still stays in the hotel. Then he will have to move to a junior suite and Kang Si can have a private room. Of course it is not impossible now, but Wang Ai considers that the time is short and it is difficult to distinguish between classes, so
Just live like this.
Anyway, the little girl is quite happy, and Schlapner is also quite happy, so that's fine.
In the end, Kang Si asked Wang Ai to perform a flamenco dance, but compared to the intense, sexy and solemn style of an adult woman's dance, Kang Si's childish expression combined with serious body movements made her look like a child.
It's quite funny to learn babbling.
Wang Ai laughed, and Kangsi couldn't dance anymore, so she slapped her incompetent employer: "I changed the dress specially for you to dance!"
The two were having a fuss when the door opened and Zhao Dan came in and said, "Xiao Wang, I think you'd better read this news."
Wang Ai stood up and went out. Following Zhao Dan's finger, he saw that an English program was playing on the TV, and what flashed through the camera... wasn't that his home in Cobham?
Sure enough, I saw a female host holding a microphone with her back to Wang Ai's door: "It seems that no one has lived here for several months. His neighbor we interviewed just now also got a similar answer. Wiwi's contract has not yet been signed."
It was announced that in theory he is still a Chelsea player, but in today's game against Manchester United, he did not appear or even come back."
The TV camera showed a close-up of Wang Ai's house for another two seconds, and then switched back to the BBC live broadcast room. A host faced the camera and said: "After the Community Shield match today, Coach Jose said that you can't make egg pancakes without eggs.
If winning a football match is an egg pancake, then Wiwi is the biggest egg. If he were still here today, maybe the battle would have been resolved within 90 minutes. Judging from his past scoring efficiency, I think my speculation is very reasonable.
. I can't help but wonder here, wiwi's transfer does not seem to have the support of the head coach, so is wiwi himself leaving, or is it part of the club's reconstruction? What kind of reconstruction will Chelsea look like? Oh, I'm sorry,
What are Chelsea after?"
Then the camera switched again, replaying some scenes from today's game that had never been shown in the live broadcast. In the stands of Wembley Stadium, some Chelsea fans raised slogans such as "wiwi, where are you?" and "wiwi".
"He is a traitor" slogan, it seems that whether the fans miss him or condemn him, they all have a hint of reluctance.
Wang Ai's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. Before he could think it over thoroughly, Schlapner's face turned red and he walked quickly with a ferocious expression as soon as the main door of the suite opened: "Wang, something went wrong in the negotiation. I just received the call from Peter
Kenyon called me, telling me that the negotiations have been suspended and that you need to return to London as soon as possible. The news from Milan confirms this, but I don’t know the specific reason yet. My analysis is that it is probably coach Jose and
What happened at the club again?"
Speaking of this, Schlapner was furious: "Aren't you very good with him? Why is he like this?"
Wang Ai was so shocked by the sudden news that he couldn't digest it for a moment, so he had to step forward and pat Schlapner on the arm: "Klaus, don't be angry, it doesn't matter. The market won't be closed until the end of the month anyway, so there's still time."
Schlapner took two deep breaths and signaled to Wang Ai that it was okay. Wang Ai was afraid that the fat old man would be angry. To be honest, since he became the manager of the agency, Wang Ai's transfer has a close relationship with him.
Small, because Wang Ai's current agent agreement is not with him, but with CY Sports Agency, and the transfer commission is given to the company instead of him. He came here purely out of good intentions and a sense of accomplishment.
Pursuing it will give him a heart attack or something, and the gain outweighs the loss.
Wang Ai calmed down, turned around and said, "Kang Si."
"Yes!" Kangsi, who was in a state of confusion, subconsciously stood at attention.
"Go check and find out the fastest flight back to London. If there is one tonight, leave tonight."
"Okay!" Kang Si turned around and called.
This chapter has been completed!