Wang Yun really cried this time: "My family has spent a lot of money just for me to practice football, and I still want to make money to support them in their old age, woo woo woo."
Wang Ai had no choice but to put her arms around his shoulders and tell him: Myolysis is not something you are going to melt, it is like chocolate ice cream, it is not that serious.
Training can't be carried out, and the national youth team members urgently need a collective rest, but the game is tomorrow, and there will be knockout rounds next, what should I do? Wang Aike is reluctant to overdraw the potential of these teammates to grit his teeth, but he cannot withdraw from the game without any reason.
How will you explain it to the media? How will you explain it to the fans? Hundreds of Chinese fans bought a full set of tickets to support the team, and then you said we were too tired and wanted to go home to rest, and then stopped playing?
Wang Ai felt that if he really did this, even if he consumed all his favorability points, it wouldn't be enough.
For the national honor, for the expectations of the fans, they have to grit their teeth and hold on for the game. Even these players have this desire. It may be once in a lifetime to participate in the national youth team. How can they be worthy of themselves and their families if they don't go further?
Therefore, Wang Ai's space is very limited, and the National Youth League also faces the problem of rifts between the old and new National Youth League.
Mai Chao and the doctors of the National Youth Team were busy running around with the experts. Zhang Jilong was busy making phone calls and making reports. The support team of Beyond Rehabilitation Medicine would only arrive at night at the earliest. What should we do in the afternoon? What should we do in the evening? We can’t train, so let
Are all the team members lying down and relaxing in the room?
Wang Ai walked around the house and found that the team members couldn't sleep either. They were either chatting, playing cards, or playing on the computer. What do a bunch of teenagers with little education do in their free time? Are they not like the big guys? I expect them to hold their books."
Freud" see?
Only two or three of these national youth players have computers, and the others cannot afford them.
Of course, Zhao Xuri doesn't count. Zhao Xuri, who holds the Asian Junior and World Junior gold medals, received no less than 400,000 in Football Association bonuses. Guo Liang, Yang Hao and other veteran national junior players also have some money. But
The other team members were far behind. Wang Song still gritted his teeth and bought one because his family asked for money.
Wang Ai came out of the room, directly found the team's translator, and asked him to take Sun Yi to the mall with his Deutsche Bank bank card. Not long after, the mall drove a small truck and delivered 20 top-of-the-line laptops.
Zhang Jilong grinned when he saw this scene and had a toothache! I just reimbursed you hundreds of thousands, and now you spend millions more!
"It's okay, this is a gift I gave to my brothers. Who made me rich? This doesn't need to be reimbursed by the Football Association. It's my personal behavior." Wang Ai waved his hand casually: "Anyway, I won't be able to spend the money, and I feel uncomfortable.
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Zhang Jilong will not be superficial and think that Wang Ai is spending money to bribe the players. What's the use? The Asian Junior Championship will end in ten days even if he plays full games. He spent more than one million to make people call him the ten-day boss? Ten thousand yuan can do it
Go to the labor market and hire a bunch of people calling you every day.
So Vice Chairman Zhang put down what he was doing for the time being and followed the cheerful people to the conference room. He watched Wang Ai instructing people to arrange the power strips and network cables, and after busy work, they settled down. The team members were all in order.
Sitting behind a single head, he looked like a government clerk learning to type.
"What is this for?"
"Playing games! Video games, Vice Chairman Zhang, have you never played them? Come on, let me teach you."
Zhang Jilong quickly waved his hand and rejected the enthusiastic Wang Ai. Just kidding, how old am I?
"Come on, brothers!" Wang Ai waved his hand boldly: "Play games with me for ten days. After the Asian Youth Championship is over, this computer will be yours!"
"Long live the boss!" The team members, regardless of size, north or south, cheered in unison.
Next to Zhang Jilong, Wang Ai skillfully clicked on a game interface, asked people to come in, build a map, and white room! Let's get started!
Although not all of these team members have computers, they have all played the game, at least they have been to Internet cafes, so they quickly got started, specifically targeting a gangster named "Boss"!
Zhang Jilong looked dazzled and a little nauseous. He quickly averted his eyes and heard Wang Ai next to him yelling: "Fuck, who is this? Are you shitting behind the door?"
"Hey, let me go. They are hitting me no matter what. Who used the sniper just now? You stand up and pick up my Desert Eagle!"
"Flash bomb, damn, that's a foul!"
Zhang Jilong couldn't stand listening any more, so he stood up to leave, but he was a little reluctant and pulled Wang Ai. As a result, Wang Ai's hand shook and he asked a policeman from the opposite side to spray him to death.
"What are you doing? I'm having a great time."
Zhang Jilong is embarrassed to say that you have been beaten to death dozens of times in five minutes, and you are still happy.
"Xiao Wang, I heard experts say that video games are bad."
Wang Ai put down the mouse: "What's wrong? They don't understand."
"They are experts!"
"Me too." Wang Ai said strangely: "I have a doctorate, and I am also an expert."
Zhang Jilong was stunned for a moment and shook his head mockingly. Seeing that he always ignored this matter due to his age, he also wanted to tease Wang Ai: "I am an education expert, and you are a philosophy expert, but I still understand."
"Exactly!" Wang Ai curled his lips: "I admit that they know a lot about theory, but I know a lot about practice. How about you let them take the national college entrance examination and become the top scorer?"
Zhang Jilong laughed and gave Wang Ai a headache: "Come and go for a walk with me, I feel dizzy."
The two of them left the conference room one after another, leaving behind a group of team members who were so excited that they didn't even notice that the boss had fled.
Walking on the corridor in the hotel garden, Zhang Jilong patted Wang Ai on the shoulder: "Xiao Wang, thank you."
Wang Ai put away his cynical expression and spread his hands: "There is no way, there is too little time."
"Well." Zhang Jilong put his hands behind his back and said: "I also discovered that there is a serious conflict between the old and new members of the team, and I have never paid attention to mediating this matter in the past. Although your method is strange, it is also a good one. When we were young, we did not have computers, but
If someone has a conflict with someone, it will be fine if they play cards, drink, or brag. In the end, the conflicts among young people are not a big deal."
"Yes, it's actually a matter of 'Who are you looking at and how are you looking at'?"
Zhang Jilong smiled and walked away for a while: "Earlier you mentioned that there is a big income gap among the team members, and you want to give them a salary increase to balance it out... Well, it's called a psychological gap? I still agree with this. Don't you worry about the lack of people but the inequality? So.
Now you are giving everyone a salary increase in disguise?"
Wang Ai nodded: "It makes sense. Anyway, no matter how the Asian Youth Championship goes, everyone will earn at least a notebook to go back to, which is more than 40,000, so this mentality is relaxed. Besides, if I go out like this, the team will not
It doesn’t matter who you are, but I’m the only ‘rich’ person left, so if you have any jealousy or anything like that, you can only focus on me.”
Zhang Jilong nodded, then left and suddenly asked: "Is there hope?"
"Just do it." Wang Ai took a deep breath: "These team members are still capable. In the past, the strings were too tight and they were strained. Let's take advantage of these ten days to loosen them and slow down. Although it's not up to the standard.
I’ll try to get the best results, but I guess it’s okay to make it to the finals.”
This chapter has been completed!