Chapter 88 Every moment is brand new (8)

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In the afternoon, Wang Ai went to the airport and took the deputy editor-in-chief and secretary of "Sports Weekly" home. The 2015 Asian Golden Globe Award still belongs to Wang Ai. After several years of research, it was discovered that this award has always been given to Wang Ai.

It won't affect credibility, it will only be affected if you don't give it, so that's it. Although Sun Xingmin, who is five years younger than Wang Ai, has a strong rise, his net worth is only one-fifth of Wang Ai's.

Even five years ago, Wang Ai was worth more than 100 million. This is the most intuitive display of personal strength and high expectations for his career.

Therefore, the sports world is not afraid of making Koreans unhappy. In fact, Koreans have not dared to be unhappy yet.

In the afternoon, Wang Ai led two groups of guests around the house. The deputy editor-in-chief of the sports world and Wang Ai were barely acquaintances, but they were older and respected their status. He Wei and Lin Long were not like this.

While reading, he commented: "Your house looks glamorous on the outside, but not so good on the inside. It doesn't even have a home theater. Isn't this a standard feature in a star's home?"

"I have one at BJ's house." Wang Ai was unconvinced.

"But you said it yourself, you can't live in BJ's house for more than half a month a year, so who prepares the home theater for you?" He Wei continued teasing reluctantly: "I think your home is not so much

Home is better said to be a dormitory."

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"I'm afraid of death." Wang Ai led everyone to the monitoring room on the second floor: "With fewer people at home, I can't sleep well. In fact, it's not bad. Think about it, although only the third floor belongs to me, but the third floor belongs to me.

The building is more than 200 square meters. In Madrid, where land is very valuable, how can I have a living area of ​​more than 200 square meters? And when you look at the scenery, your eyes are full of greenery, and there is a puddle of clear water in summer, what's wrong with that?"

"I mean shabby."

"What a shame?" Wang Aile led people up to the third floor with laughter: "When I'm upset, I can hide on the third floor and comfort myself silently. When I'm happy, I just shout and my friends will play with me. It's nothing more than home.

There are a little less facilities, but what do I have? My children are all at BJ, so I don’t need to worry about it.”

"Both?" Lin Long repeated subconsciously, and then saw Wang Ai's dangerous eyes and forcibly stopped thinking about this.

"This is my study room. Have you all been here? The location has changed a bit this time, because this house originally existed. After I bought it, I decorated it inside and out according to my habits, but the main building structure cannot be changed.

I made mistakes several times when I first came here."

"Have you decorated it?" He Wei asked.

"Don't you think this is all new?" Wang Ai scratched the wall.

He Wei shook his head repeatedly: "I don't believe you have never seen a real mansion. To be honest, if I didn't really know you, I would think that you are deliberately so simple. Really, saying that your home is simple is just being polite.

At least it's light luxury, low-key luxury. It's simpler than the simple decoration of many ordinary people's homes. By the way, can your wife be okay with it?"

"If she can't stand it, then just reinstall it. Anyway, I'm done pretending."

"Aren't you being a rogue?" the deputy editor-in-chief of the sports forum finally interjected and joked.

Wang Aiha laughed happily and invited everyone to sit down and drink tea in the large living room near the window on the third floor: "Actually, there is another reason. I can't stay in any team for a long time. I don't just stay for a short time like others."

Seven or eight years, ten years or so, you can tinker with it as much as you like. I really need to spend half a year decorating it, and then I will leave in a year and a half. It will be a big loss, so I’ll just deal with it as simple as this. Wait until I leave.

I don’t feel bad if I sell it.”

"I heard that you have kept your previous house?" He Wei also showed a bit of an interview attitude.

"Some are kept, some are sold, and the one in Munich is sold. If you don't live there for a year, you have to pay hundreds of thousands of euros. And I haven't gone back to live in it since I left. If I have something to do, I can just stay in a hotel."

Come on." Wang Ai invited everyone to eat fruit, and then continued to explain: "I think I will have to get rid of the house in Cobham, the house in Milan, and the house in London sooner or later. At least I am not prepared to keep such a big house.

"

"You're living too frugally. This is the first time I've heard that a person with a high income like you would sell his house because of the burden of property taxes."

"Because I am still a poor person." Wang Ai said frankly: "Things have a lag and will not change with material changes. Besides, I don't think there is anything wrong with the thinking of poor people, just like some people

In the summer, the air conditioner is turned on to 18 degrees, and the lights at home never want to be turned off... I also have enough money to offset this consumption. But the problem is, what you consume is not only your own, but also the public's. For example, in our country, the electricity price for residents is

The state bears part of the burden, right? If a person wastes money at will, he is not only wasting his own money, but also wasting the country's and the public's. There is also food. Every major country has food stores, and wasting food is not only a waste.

It is a waste of one's own money. To put it more extreme, if a person is rich enough to buy all the food of a country for the whole year, and he really buys it, then theoretically he can burn all the food with a fire.

, he has money, and it seems that countries around the world have not introduced laws prohibiting it, but can he do this? "

Seeing several people thinking about it, Wang Ai was not in a hurry. He picked up a banana and ate it. After eating, he put down the peel: "Waste is never just a personal matter, saving is always a matter of the public. So I feel that when I see waste

Feeling distressed is a good habit and a good attitude. Besides, people are prone to good and bad times. Who can guarantee that I will always be so rich? Maybe I will become poor suddenly because of something. Then I have the mentality I have now, and I will accept it when the time comes.

It will be easier."

He Wei looked at Lin Long, who slapped his thigh: "Turn on the camera!"

"Save your energy, don't you have to go to the club for interviews tomorrow? A large number of superstars are enough for you." Wang Ai waved his hand: "The best lineup of Liao Shao will be here tomorrow. Remember to give more shots to the children.

If a future leader of the national team emerges from there, you will be considered to have invested in advance."

"How many years have you been in business?" the deputy editor-in-chief of "Sports" suddenly asked.

Wang Ai noticed that both he and his secretary had taken out notepads, and knew that this was an interview, so he became more serious: "After winning the World Cup in 2010, well, six years have passed."

"How's the yield rate?"

"Well, it's okay. Some of the earliest batch have already played in the Chinese Super League." Wang Ai took the initiative: "Actually, my model is a little worse than the more formal training camp of my teammates, because I don't have

I have enough time to take them with me. I usually can only let them follow me one morning and one night while I train by myself. Besides, I always change places, and this short-term training camp is not stable. Fortunately, the place I come to is not bad, so

Let’s help them broaden their horizons.”

"It's not bad." The deputy editor-in-chief hit the nail on the head, and everyone laughed.


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