It was late at night, and the star football team reluctantly left. What should be said, what should be talked about, and what should be taken were taken. No matter what the purpose was, it was achieved, which is good.
"I'll clean it up, you go back to bed early." Lao Gao drove away Wang Ai who was helping to clean up.
Wang Ai was holding a heavy karaoke machine in one hand: "I'll go back after finishing this trip."
“Why haven’t you left yet?” Lao Gao came back after cleaning up and found Wang Ai sitting on a plastic chair, staring blankly at the much brighter night sky in South Africa. He put down his tools and sat down.
“It’s nothing, I feel like I don’t have any confidence in my heart.”
“I was planning to hold a summary meeting tomorrow. The competition has just ended. Everyone has worked hard and everyone has gained something. It’s better to summarize it after a while.”
Wang Ai nodded and suddenly said: "Hey, have you watched the theme song?"
Lao Gao thought for a while and suddenly said: "Oh, you mean the one sung by that fat girl?"
Wang Ai had a strange expression: "Very fat?"
Lao Gao thought that Wang Ai didn't think about it, so he continued to remind: "Just a guy with a yellow head."
Wang Ai laughed out loud: "My name is Shakira, the pop queen of the Latin world, who is dating the son of the former president of Argentina."
Hearing this name, Lao Gao frowned: "Why do I feel that this name is so familiar? It seems that my son always says it when he plays games."
Wang Ai thought about it and immediately complained: "Can it fly with wings?"
Lao Gao shook his head: "I don't know, how could I have studied that carefully?"
Wang Ai nodded sadly: "Remember, that one is called Chimera!"
Lao Gao said completely nonchalantly: "Why do you suddenly ask about this?"
"Didn't I just take a look at this on TV? I found that there were several Barcelona players in her film, including Messi and Pique, who appeared alone." Wang Ai shook his head: "That's right.
Forget it, they are all Latins, but in the footage taken from classic games in the past, China only appeared for two seconds."
Lao Gao frowned: "I remember you all, right? How many free kicks in the 2002 World Cup?"
"yes."
“Then what else are you dissatisfied with? You are the only one in China.”
Wang Ai looked at Lao Gao like an idiot: "Have I retired? Then why can't I get an invitation even though Messi and especially Pique can appear alone? Doesn't this mean I'm downgraded? I and I
Messi is at least on the same level, but what does Pique mean? There are two others I don’t even know. Can they represent the World Cup? Can they represent me?"
Lao Gao blinked his little eyes and listened, and at the end he said, "So you are so awesome."
Wang Ai clapped his hands: "I won the Golden Globe Award in 2007. Am I just awesome now? Did you realize it three years later?"
Lao Gao was not angry either: "You have to forgive me as a middle-aged man. Half of my thinking was still immersed in the professional reform before. What's more, I am now the coach of the national team. I usually can't think of those things in the professional league.
"
Wang Ai stood up: "I have no common language with you, so I went back to sleep."
Seeing Wang Ai leave, Li Bing, who had been smoking in the distance, wandered over and sat on Wang Ai's chair just now. He lit another one and gave one back to Lao Gao: "Little Wang, what's going on?"
Lao Gao took a deep breath, raised his head and said expressionlessly, "I feel afraid."
Li Bing's hand shook: "He?"
Lao Gao nodded deeply: "It's the same with him. He was forced to go up Liangshan, but he did it all at once. When he was ordered to be killed, he was also the first one."
Li Bing leaned on the back of his chair and crossed his legs. Two tall, thin men in black suits were facing the door, sitting opposite each other in silence. They each smoked half-way through their cigarettes: "How did you tell?"
"Shakira, Messi, Pique." Lao Gao extinguished the cigarette butt casually: "He is looking for anger. He is from Sony. He went to Japan and scolded people so much that even if he wanted to invite him, he couldn't be invited.
."
“So, he is looking for motivation for himself?”
"Well." Lao Gao said with a dull expression: "When you are angry, you don't have to think about it. Do you think he has made football too complicated compared to us? I sometimes think of him.
A puddle makes my head hurt."
Li Bing smiled: "The more related things, the greater the combined force. The key depends on whether you can control this situation. From now on, I think I'm doing a good job. For people like you and me, it's pretty simple. Just go to work and train."
, during the weekend game, the rest of the time is spent with my wife and children, but does this really change anything? Apart from anything else, he worked at a civilian stadium for more than 5,000 yuan."
“How much?” Lao Gao asked in shock.
"More than five thousand!" Li Bing opened his hand holding the cigarette and waved: "Five thousand! I asked Team Leader Lei."
"Damn it, why do I still remember that I was in my early one thousand years? How much does it cost?" The old master touched his trouser pocket with shaking hands, took out a new cigarette, and forgot to light it: "I remember he told me back then, one cost
Probably more than 3 million?"
"How much?" This time it was Li Bing's turn to be surprised: "I, I have to calculate, one is 3 million, 3 million times 5000, it is... 15 billion? Damn it, it is enough for the Football Association's office expenses for 450 years. No wonder China
Football cannot develop. For the first time, I feel that the Football Association is so poor!"
Lao Gao calmed down at this time, lit the fire with a click, took a sip and spit out slowly: "You haven't calculated the increase in project cost yet."
Li Bing loosened his collar: "Then, do you think their family can bear this? Not even central enterprises can come up with so much money, and they do it for free!"
Lao Gao sighed deeply when he heard this: "I'm actually smart. Don't look at this civilian golf course that charges no fees. There is a word called land reserve. Have you heard of it?"
Li Bing shook his head, and Lao Gao murmured what Xu Genbao taught him: "When I bought it, I picked a city edge with bright development prospects, and then the city expanded here. The local government has all the methods to change the land use, then
Do you think I have to spend money to buy it back?"
“Then the local government won’t lose money? Can others do it?”
Lao Gao shook his head: "How could the local government lose money? They bought it back and sold it to developers at a higher price. They are the villagers."
Seeing Li Bing open his mouth, Lao Gao laughed: "They spent a lot of money and they are sincere, but don't think that they are just stupid. After buying it, they will just leave it for 50 years and wait for the government to take it back."
No. People now hold the largest reserve land in the country, and they are done just waiting for the value to rise. The key is that other people get scolded for playing in real estate. What do you think of him? He only plays in real estate and does not play in real estate. Do you think he is good or not? "
Li Bing couldn't help but look back at Wang Ai's room, and sighed: "These guys call him boss, but they are right. I want to call him boss."
This chapter has been completed!