"Hey, no need." Wang Ai quickly stopped: "It's hard for you to come back to China and have a good rest. You looked so tired when you were in London! Just play with your classmates at home and go back to Liaoyang when you have time."
Yingkou or something, meet your former classmates and have fun, don't worry about me. I'm not playing football there. It's actually better to be at Chelsea, I'm familiar with everything, so it saves trouble."
"I know that you are an upright man, so you will definitely be able to solve it." Xu Qinglian said with a smile: "But I was about to go back. There is some information missing at home. I have to go back to school to check. Besides, at the end of May
I just came back and played for several months, but it was no longer interesting."
Wang Ai forced a smile and had nothing to say. Xu Qinglian also smiled and said, "Honey, wait for me. I want to hear your analysis and countermeasures."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Ai raised his head. Under his feet was a very familiar path, and in front of him was the silent and uneasy Cobham.
On the other side, Xu Qinglian, who was in front of the "Wang Ai Honorary Booth" in the National Museum, also put away her phone and looked back at the various exhibits displayed in the glass covers. Except for those sent to local exhibitions, there are also items from last summer to this year.
In the summer, Wang Ai brought back six Golden Boot trophies, a Silver Boot trophy and a Bronze Ball trophy. On both sides of the booth were two display boards, on which were personal photos, game photos, and exciting progress from the Asian Youth Championship in 1999 to the present.
Football photos, championship photos, award-winning photos and personal introductions, as well as more than a dozen guest books.
Today, Wang Ai, the representative of Xu Qinglian, was invited to negotiate with the National Museum to postpone the exhibition, so he still stayed in the exhibition area after closing, accompanied by the National Museum's accompanying personnel.
The special exhibition opened last year, the idea of the National Expo is to "catch up on the popularity". The World Cup is held every four years, and it is just a good use of this to boost the number of visitors to the National Expo. Unexpectedly, after the World Cup has passed, the popularity of the exhibition is still high.
No less. This time, a problem arises, because Wang Ai can take it back twice a year at most. One exhibition lasts three months, and two exhibitions last half a year. So, what about half a year? Empty! Many excited tourists came here
Angry: Where have you gone?
The best solution is of course... Wang Ai donated the trophy, and then the National Museum will be much more comfortable. They can display it however they want and display it however they want, unlike now where they have to discuss with Wang Ai. But Wang Ai
Ai said in a joking way at the beginning: I won’t donate, don’t force me!
The National Museum is also about face. No matter how popular you are, no matter how famous you are, people will never find you shamelessly. Moreover, Wang Ai just wants to donate, but the National Museum may not dare to ask for it. Wang Ai took out the trophy and said "Together with the people"
"Le" is very unconventional. If Wang Ai donates again and the National Museum asks for it again, someone will definitely come forward and say that the National Museum is forcing donations.
The National Museum of China is a good and noble organization and cannot afford to get into trouble like this.
So the current idea is to postpone it. What the National Expo means is to extend Wang Ai’s exhibition time by three months, from one year to 15 months, and then first exhibit at the National Expo for half a year, so that summer and winter can be connected.
As for what to do if Wang Ai cannot win the two grand prizes at the end of the year and there are still vacancies, we can only wait until then. What if the popularity is gone?
Anyway, there is too much uncertainty in football, so we can only talk about it wherever we go.
In order to convince Wang Ai's "representative", Guobo deliberately took out more than a dozen guest books that he had saved over the past year. Xu Qinglian "inherited" Ai Xiaoqing's obsession with glitter. In just one year, they were all
"Taking the overall situation into account", "Listen to Wang Ai", "It's not hers" and other reasons, I reluctantly accepted it. Now that I'm about to take it home and play with it, why are you coming for another three months?
Originally, Xu Qinglian had already thought of a good word, but when Wang Ai's phone call came, which made her confused, she couldn't care less about it, so she had to hurriedly agree to Guobo's request and go home.
Passing by the crossroads outside her house, Xu Qinglian walked under the streetlight and stood next to a pair of chess players. One of them had just thrown a river-crossing pawn with a bang and raised his eyes: "Girl?"
"Uncle." Xu Qinglian responded sweetly.
Wang Bin stood up and said: "No more, something happened."
"Hey, you haven't finished this yet?" The old man opposite, wearing a big vest and a big cattail leaf fan, was unhappy.
"Let's continue the game tomorrow." Wang Bin waved his hand nonchalantly: "Hey, I'm telling you, Old Zhao, if you can't move the chess pieces for me, I will win this game."
Lao Zhao shook his head: "That's hard to say. Is this someone who moves around?"
"Hey, I haven't done anything yet?" Wang Bin took out his phone, clicked a picture, and showed off to the old man: "How about it, I think you dare to do anything?"
Old Zhaotou stood up angrily, cursed and walked away, followed by someone holding a chessboard.
"What's the matter, girl? Things are not going well at the National Expo?"
"No, there is something wrong with Wang Ai's transfer... I'm worried... so I want to go back to London right away."
After Wang Bin listened, he nodded without commenting: "Go home and discuss it with your aunt."
After arriving home, Ai Xiaoqing thought for a while and then asked someone to call and ask about the nearest flight. Seeing that the couple agreed, Xu Qinglian hurriedly went back to the room to pack her luggage. After packing, she went back to the front yard to wait for news about the flight.
After raising a girl for seven or eight years, Xu Qinglian's worries could not be hidden from the couple. Wang Bin, a husband and father, couldn't say anything, so he turned back to the house to watch TV. Ai Xiaoqing brought Xu Qinglian a bottle of Coke and said funnyly: "
Whenever big things happen, you have to calm down, but you still don’t exercise enough. I remember you were very able to sit still when you were a child, what’s wrong now?”
Xu Qinglian came back to her senses, smiled sheepishly, took a sip of coke that she didn't know the taste of, and put it down again: "Wang Ai has a bad temper, but he can control it well."
Ai Xiaoqing said with a hint of doubt, "Yeah."
"In February this year, he said that the situation at Chelsea was very bad." Xu Qinglian lowered her head: "In March, he began to seriously consider the possibility of leaving Chelsea. By May, after Leonie's persuasion, he has been working on it.
This matter has been going on for only half a year, and everything was going smoothly at first, but suddenly there was such a serious turn, and I was worried that his reason could not suppress his impulse."
Speaking of this, Xu Qinglian raised her head and looked directly at Ai Xiaoqing and said: "Auntie, I know he must be very angry and anxious now, but he... must smile."
Ai Xiaoqing frowned and nodded, then looked at Xu Qinglian, and slowly, a smile appeared on her face.
At this moment, her secretary came over and whispered: "Mr. Ai, the fastest flight is in an hour, business class."
Ai Xiaoqing nodded, stood up, looked at the luggage at Xu Qinglian's feet, and suddenly waved: "Follow me."
When he arrived in the room, Ai Xiaoqing rummaged through the drawer and found a bank card.
This chapter has been completed!