Wang Ai and Zhang Bin talked a lot.
We have been friends for many years. Zhang Bin even watched "player Wang Ai" grow up, which saved a lot of testing time. Moreover, Wang Ai has not been interviewed by CCTV since he arrived at Real Madrid. There are too many topics in the backlog, so the two
A cup of tea, a sofa, and we talked for more than two hours.
It wasn't until the director came to urge him that Zhang Bin reluctantly stopped talking and said a few lines to the camera. When the lights dimmed and the audience dispersed, he suddenly remembered: "Hey, you haven't had lunch yet, let's go."
Come on, let me treat you once."
"Look at how stingy you are, are you asking me to come to the canteen? Let me treat you!" Wang Ai waved his hand generously.
"Are you grand? Didn't you say you would change places if you were grand?" Zhang Bin unbuttoned his suit and smiled: "From an asset theory perspective, you are ten thousand times stingier than me!"
Wang Ai put his arm around Zhang Bin's shoulders and said, "Give you a chance. I'll invite you to dinner with a double super giant! It's enough for you to brag to your grandson with a stick one day."
"That's it?" Zhang Bin shook his hands: "I have already saved enough, okay?"
The two of them bickered all the way to the cafeteria. Zhang Bin went to explain for a while. A simple working meal was served. Wang Ai instantly forgot who Zhang Bin was and picked up the tachyon to eat.
It's a waste of brains.
"Have you decided to become the dean?" Zhang Bin didn't eat too much. He watched Wang Ai finish eating and started chatting again.
"Assuming no answer from Ashiro." Wang Ai simply said and continued eating.
Zhang Bin leaned on the plastic chair and said nothing. He raised his head and thought about something. After a while, he said: "You were already very popular, but now you are even more powerful. It makes no sense."
Wang Ai raised his head and glanced at him: "Brother Zhang, when will the two of us have something to discuss?"
Zhang Bin took a moment and said, "Director Gao has chosen the right people."
Wang Ai continued to eat without raising his head: "What did you hear?"
"I didn't hear anything, but I'll understand what it means to use you as the dean after a little thought."
Wang Ai raised his head and said seriously: "Where will the sports channel stand when the time comes?"
Zhang Bin also said seriously: "We are a formal media."
Wang Ai shook his head: "What if everyone has a point of view?"
Zhang Bin frowned: "So serious?"
Wang Ai smiled: "Just take precautions."
Zhang Bin thought for a while: "If it were anyone else, I would say stay neutral, wait and see, and wait for the final conclusion. But if it were you, we would be inclined to believe you."
Wang Ai stretched out his hand across the table: "Thank you, Brother Zhang."
After Zhang Bin shook hands with Wang Ai, it was as if a heavy burden had been lifted: "Can you tell me now how serious it is?"
"I don't believe you don't know anything." Wang Ai smiled and said with a complicated expression: "Actually, I am not the most ideal person to use. My age, working hours, social relations, family background and even popularity are the most ideal ones at the moment.
suitable."
"how to say?"
Wang Ai whispered: "With one slip of the pen, you can get several lifetimes of salary. With a nod and a word, you can get decades of salary. How big a test is this? So, why me? Isn't it that I can't buy it? But this
Is it ideal? But right now it can only be like this."
Zhang Bin was suddenly stunned and said no more, but he had some concerns in his heart.
Although the Football Association is a people's organization, the influence of football is so great. No one dares to hand over the top leadership of the Football Association to a pure outsider, not even to the extent of Wang Ai. Even the greater the influence, the more inappropriate it is for someone outside the system. After all,
The country's important weapons should not be given lightly to others.
The Football Association governs the Chinese Super League, which is considered a joint-stock enterprise. Logically speaking, the managers of the Chinese Super League should be paid as high a salary as the CEOs of ordinary companies. But the problem is that the managers of the Chinese Super League are under the chairman of the Football Association. There is no reason for the salaries of their subordinates to be higher than those of their superiors, or even dozens of times higher.
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This dilemma is the same as the salary of a local coach who cannot always be announced.
And this is not the most serious thing. After all, the general chairman of the Football Association either has a high enough status or a big enough ideal, but what about the managers other than the chairman of the Football Association? They are all kings and hegemons in the world of gold and silver, but they can only
What kind of concentration does it take to be a God of Wealth on the road?
Right now, we have to have people like Wang Ai who have no desires and desires, or people like Lao Gao who are already financially free.
Not ideal, but appropriate.
"Will you be doing any other interviews recently?"
Zhang Bin sent Wang Ai to the parking lot downstairs and asked suddenly when he saw Wang Ai was about to get in the car.
Wang Ai turned around, blinked, and smiled: "No, my superiors didn't arrange it, and I certainly won't arrange it either."
"Hey, okay!" Zhang Bin smiled and even jumped for joy after Wang Ai's car drove away.
If Wang Ai had other plans to be interviewed, he would have to hurry up and release the program, but Wang Ai didn't, so...hehe, don't blame Fatty Zhang for cutting the two-hour interview program into eight episodes!
I've been worrying about the New Year's Day special program lately, isn't this it?
With today’s information density, interspersed with some shots of wonderful performances, and some interviews with passers-by and exclusive interviews from the past, what happened to eight episodes? The reruns all have ratings!
Zhang Bin was happily thinking about something good, but Wang Ai did not go home. Instead, he went to Chaoyue Entertainment to shoot a commercial. As long as he returns to China, he will have a lot of sponsors' shooting plans to implement, but Wang Ai is still easy to talk to.
Yes, even if some of the long-term collaborators go beyond the contract requirements, Wang Ai will nod. Although in Spain, he has to shoot some videos from time to time and post some event news with sponsor shots on his personal social account, but it is still
It's better to do it in a professional studio.
The "diplomatic privileges" thing is booming, and who doesn't want to take advantage of it to make a fortune?
"Mom, my love for the motherland has been completely consumed by these guys who smell like copper." After returning to his home in Haidian, Wang Ai lay down on the sofa carelessly, not wanting to move at all.
Several women who were either taking care of their children or busy cooking or discussing something all rolled their eyes at him and ignored his clear request of "please care and warm my heart". Wang Ai waited for a long time.
It was not interesting, so I had to get up to help with a frown on my face, but when no one was paying attention, I gave the little beauty a "Herrick First Aid" from a high position, which made the little white fish lose his temper and scratched him several times like a cat.
Bundle.
If the children hadn't happened to go downstairs for dinner, Wang Ai would have been useless today.
"Doctor, do you remember what you told me about investigating the employment of disabled people in Northeast China a few years ago?" Kang Si suddenly asked during the dinner.
"Huh? Isn't that an extension of our charity plan and employment plan? What's wrong?"
"Hehe." Kangsi was a little embarrassed: "The opportunity has matured recently, and I would like to ask your opinion."
"Have you matured?" Wang Ai scratched his face: "I know you have been following this matter, but I haven't heard any news. Why did you suddenly mature?"
This chapter has been completed!