"Sometimes I really think management is quite evil." Tang Mudan didn't care much about the players from both sides who were walking into the court, and said casually while holding her chin.
Xu Qinglian saw clearly that Wang Ai also walked onto the court and was joking with Ronaldo, so she felt relieved: "Don't you know that doctors also smoke?"
"You know? What's wrong?" Tang Mudan was still looking good and carefree.
"Doctors still give birth, especially surgeons."
"Well, you mean to switch between the two states of mind freely?"
"Yes, management is a kind of dragon-slaying art. It was a secret that was not taught in ancient times. But in modern society, it has become a science that is openly discussed. Human nature, morality, values, and kindness have all become
Data can be measured and weighed. Alas, you are right about evil. This thing itself plays with people's hearts. It depends on the person and the results whether it is used well or not."
"I feel much better when you say that. Our company's praise rate is still very high."
Xu Qinglian patted Tang Mudan's hand: "When an ignorant girl takes up a management position, she basically has to go through such a psychological construction, from a transactional type to an administrative type to a leadership type to a scientific research type, and she gets promoted every time.
, becoming more and more inhumane every time. Just like an onion, you have to peel it off layer by layer, and then you have to pick it up again and pretend that you are still the same girl."
Tang Mudan's hand in turn held Xu Qinglian's hand, and after a long time she said: "It's not easy for you either."
"Aha!" Xu Qinglian said with a smile: "I didn't expect this at the time. These are all psychological constructions. Sometimes I would hold Wang Ai's head and stare at him for a long time without saying a word. He would ask me what I was doing.
I don’t tell him that I don’t care if he touches me. Anyway, he can know that I’m not angry and think I’m crazy. What do you think I’m doing? I’m positioning myself.”
"You're growing too fast, just like the Mertesacker you told me about before. You're growing so fast that your legs hurt."
"Well...my legs don't hurt, I just fell into a panic, haha."
Tang Mudan shrank her neck and looked at the lively group of ladies chatting on the left and right, and whispered: "Fortunately they don't understand Chinese."
"You don't understand Spanish either? Do you think they are talking about something elegant? Just like us, only those with a normal relationship say elegant things, and those with a good relationship only use vulgar words. Do you need me to translate it for you?"
The game started quietly with the relaxed mentality of two women in Naples and a bunch of women at home. In the last game, the old horse helped out in person and did not allow Naples to get any advantage. Even if Naples played at home, most people did not have much hope.
Napoli fans aside, football is round, isn't it?
It's a pity that Real Madrid's super giant gave them a heavy blow at the beginning. It was an ordinary Kroos through ball. Because Naples' defense was still not tight enough, Wang Ai found an opportunity in the 2nd minute of the opening. He took a penalty kick.
He quickly made a fake move on the zone line to get out of the way and hit the ball. The high-speed flying football gave the goalkeeper almost no time to react.
The Real Madrid fans who came from afar praised loudly, and Pepe in the backcourt took a moment to react before he realized what happened.
"Hey, do you know that he doesn't like Real Madrid's black away jersey?" Xu Qinglian was in a good mood and started gossiping with Tang Mudan.
"Ah? Why? I heard that his black jersey sells about the same as his white jersey?"
"I really don't know, why?"
"Tell me first why he doesn't like it."
"First tell me why black ones sell more."
The two beauties were tit for tat, but Xu Qinglian took the initiative to back down: "Okay, okay, I pity you for being a manless man, I'll say it first."
"What does it mean to be without a man? How can you say it later if you are not a man?"
"Because no man will forget that he is a woman. As a man, I will be severely warned every day. And women are used to retreating in order to advance, so why don't I say it? Otherwise..."
"You say it, you say it!"
"In his mind, the color of Real Madrid is ivory, which symbolizes nobility and elegance. It is a self-pretend after being extremely powerful, and it is also the embodiment of strength from the inside out. The black color gives him a mysterious, dark, and unpredictable impression.
, which is not in line with the Real Madrid in his mind. In comparison, he prefers the purple one. Before the start of this game, he formally told Zidane that he requested to wear purple for this game."
"Ah? Purple?" Tang Mudan looked at Naples' sky-blue jersey: "Isn't this color too close?"
"Haha, yes, he just deliberately expressed his love for the purple jersey. He said that this kind of purple is quite luxurious and fits the temperament of Real Madrid. The black one is like a beggar and is ugly as hell. Okay, it's your turn."
"Maybe his opinion is opposite to the fans', right? I heard that the black jersey sells well mainly because fans generally think that his attack power is as cruel and ruthless as a tornado, the black killer temperament and his playing style, oh no,
It should be said that the playing temperament is similar.”
"is that so?"
"Isn't that right? It feels quite normal for you to live together every day. In fact, when I was with you in London, I didn't feel how powerful he was. But once you are far away, you can see that there is no goal that he can't break.
Especially in recent years, he has been the nightmare of all top goalkeepers and the least favorite opponent of all top central defenders. I remember when I was in London, there were occasionally central defenders yelling at him, saying "see you on the pitch", but not in these years.
Right? He averaged three goals per game in the Bundesliga, and he averaged about the same in the Premier League. It was still the same in Spain, but no goalkeeper scolded him, right? Instead, they all praised him when asked. This is because he was shocked by his attacking power.
Don't dare to offend him."
"Is it so awesome?" Xu Qinglian said happily.
"No, it's like the compliments the midfielders and backfielders give to Messi."
The two were talking nonsense, and suddenly there was a noise around them. It turned out that Naples launched a very smooth attack. The two players who transferred the ball shot the ball with accuracy. This gave the forward a chance to win.
Good opportunity.
The score was evened.
Then both sides hit the goalpost once each, and the game returned to a tug-of-war with no results in the midfield. In the second half, Xu Qinglian and Tang Mudan had already started talking about Milan Fashion Week, and the game changed again.
.
Kroos took a corner kick, and Wang Ai was about to head the ball. Ramos, who was in front of him, jumped up first and headed the ball in. This made both girls sigh. They felt that if Ramos didn't head the ball, this ball would be the king's ball.
Ai. Judging from the replay on the big screen, Wang Ai was well prepared, and the timing and height of the jump were just right, but it was at the back point.
"Do you think Ramos is redundant?"
This chapter has been completed!