Perhaps because he had been looking forward to it for so long, when red fireworks filled the stands and everyone was cheering for him, he just looked around and waved to the stands in all directions. There were many people in the stands who were older than him.
Powerful, powerful and famous, but at this moment, he is the protagonist, he is the king.
Perhaps because of the long wait, when his Chinese foreign aid set an incredible record and became famous in Apennines, boss Moratti was not as excited as before. He just walked up to Wang Ai accompanied by his son and gave him
He gave him a firm hug and handed him over to the excited reporters.
"Only by playing chess with excellent players will you get better and better." Wang Ai calmly stood in front of hundreds of reporters and talked: "Thank you Italy, thank you Milan, no matter in competition or training, there are geniuses who push me.
This honor belongs to me, Inter Milan, and Italy."
Wang Ai's voice was broadcast to the stands through the large screen at the scene, attracting cheers like a mountain and a tsunami.
Wang Ai continued to be interviewed as if he was unconscious, answering clearly and clearly. He only smiled when asked what kind of souvenirs he expected from the new record: "I haven't thought about it... uh, if possible, please send
I’ll give you a set of Italian landscape postcards.”
"Why?" The reporter who asked the question was surprised by the answer and asked on behalf of everyone.
"Because I don't have time to travel, and there are too many beautiful places in Italy." Wang Ai said with a smile: "If there is a set of postcards, oh, it is best to have two sets. I will collect one set and then send the other set to me in China.
friends."
As usual, Wang Ai did not attend the post-match press conference. Instead, he was taken to a cocktail reception by the Inter Milan club to communicate with the VIPs who stayed. This is also Wang Ai's mission after becoming the well-deserved number one star of Inter Milan and even Serie A: to promote Inter Milan.
, promote Serie A.
Only in this way can the interests of Inter Milan and Serie A be guaranteed, and his interests can be protected.
Just like he wants to contribute to China's bid to host the World Cup.
From the moment he set foot on the land of Apennines, critics have always claimed that he is the number one star in Serie A. When he defeated Kaká head-on in the derby, when he scored six goals in a single game, when he had a pair of golden boots, when he won the 2009
On the occasion of the two major awards, such voices are rising day by day. But it has not yet won the recognition of all Italy. At least the opposite Rossoneri did not admit it from the initial rebuttal to the final silence.
Now, as the 59-year-old record has been rewritten by him, with the number of VIPs no less than Inter Milan’s centenary celebration, and with the sales of newspapers that will surely spread around the world again tomorrow, he, a star from the Far East, has finally ascended to the throne of Serie A.
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This is another new realm.
Surprisingly, there were very few calls tonight, a full two-thirds less than the last time he tied the record. On the contrary, the text messages kept ringing, and Duan Xuan said this: "Congratulations on your little one."
Wang, I am still doubting whether the person cheering in the game I just explained was you, or one of us Chinese. You must be very busy today, so I won’t bother you. You don’t need to go back. I’ll treat you to dinner when you return home.
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The text messages from his friends were roughly the same. They all sympathized with his busy schedule and inadvertently provided him with a lonely moment after the fireworks.
It was after 12 o'clock in the evening before Wang Ai's Bentley flew down the hill from his home.
Carrying the same shoulder bag as before, walking on the same quiet mountain road as before, supporting Kangsi who looked tired. He took out the key and opened the door of his courtyard. He glanced at the wall and waved to Wiwi with a smile.
. Yan Zhu opened the door, and dim light shone on Wang Ai.
Wang Ai stepped on the floor lightly, and suddenly there was a "bang" in his ears, and a stream of colorful ribbons flew in the air under the suddenly brightened lights, followed by another sound after another, mixed with Kang Si struggling under his arm.
Laughter: "I agreed to give you one."
"Congratulations to Comrade Wang Ai for breaking the Italian Serie A single-season scoring record!" A red banner was held up by Tang Mudan and Liu Dingxiang behind the crowd.
After the surprise, Wang Ai laughed and hugged his friends and associates one by one. In the end, Wang Ai found that the crowd seemed much larger than before, and then he noticed Huang Xin, Li Jue and Anika in the corner.
"Sister, are you here?" Wang Ai let go of Huang Xin.
"Well, it doesn't matter if you don't think about it, you are causing such a big thing again."
Wang Ai looked at Li Jue with a smile: "Classmate Li, when will I call you sister-in-law?"
The round-faced Li Jue smiled heartily: "You can change your tune in the summer."
Wang Ai smiled and nodded, then looked at Anika: "How are you doing? Comrade Anika?"
The beautiful Romanian girl smiled brightly: "Very good, Comrade Wang Ai!"
It was no joke that the two called each other gay. Although Anika had been working in Tübingen in the past few years, she had experienced great changes in her family and country, and slowly re-established her communist ideal through painful reflections.
Especially after following Huang Xin for the past two years, Wang Ai would always share his reading experience of Marxist-Leninist classics in the chat group from time to time, which naturally had a profound impact on Huang Xin, and in turn influenced Anika.
Both of them now regard communism as their ideal, so naturally they are comrades with the same ambition.
"Sister Huang Xin, please stay one day. Let's have a family banquet tomorrow night?"
Huang Xin smiled and shook her head: "I didn't want to go back right away, but Qinglian asked me to help this time."
Wang Ai looked at Xu Qinglian: "You have to do some work and everyone needs to help?"
Xu Qinglian chuckled: "Yes, why don't you use some help? By the way, are you hungry? I've prepared a supper for you. I guess you won't be able to eat at the reception."
Wang Ai nodded: "Eat less and go to bed early. There will be an exclusive interview with Gazzetta dello Sport tomorrow and I have to answer a lot of phone calls in person."
The confetti on the living room floor was left behind, and the villa near the Appiano base returned to quiet.
Early the next morning, Wang Ai shortened his morning exercise and spent more than an hour answering text messages or calling friends. Then he hurriedly had lunch after school, canceled his nap, and went down the mountain to the base to receive "Milan Gazzetta dello Sport"
Two reporters. After the reporters left with satisfaction, Wang Aicai went out for training. He only participated in half of the training and then "got off work".
Normally, if you want to break this kind of record, you will definitely have to treat your teammates to a meal, but recently everyone has become a little numb. If you treat guests all the time, Wang Ai's wallet can't stand it, and everyone's appetite can't stand it either.
By the swimming pool in the backyard, the bright moon in the sky and the colorful lights by the swimming pool reflect each other. Romanian, Italian, and Chinese dishes are arranged on cups and plates. The wiwi on the wall and the lady under the wall look at each other. Wang Ai's Serie A record-breaking and
Milan Lights' race for record-breaking sales.
This chapter has been completed!