Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Fourth London's White Moonlight (10)
After two days of recovery at home, Wang Ai's strain gradually eased. Now she still has a little pain when walking, but she is no longer limping. Maybe sleeping in the same bed released Xu Qinglian's suppressed personality. In the past two days, she
He copied Wang Ai's lame posture like a thief, which also forced Wang Ai to recover as soon as possible.
On the morning of April 30, Wang Ai read the newspapers at home all morning, focusing on various transfer rumors. Although he was basically leaving and was optimistic about Inter Milan, after all, the initiative was not in his hands. If the Chelsea Lions opened their mouth
, maybe Moratti was scared away.
Based on Wang Ai's current performance, Chelsea dares to ask for 70 million euros!
Therefore, it is not impossible for Wang Ai to stay at Chelsea next season. Of course, since the Bosman Act came out, the player's voice has increased a lot. Although the Bosman Act only stipulates "free transfer after contract expiration",
But it is also of great help to players during the contract period. For example, Wang Ai has a three-year contract with Chelsea. If Chelsea uses various conditions to block him and refuses to release him, then Wang Ai will stay at Chelsea for three years at most.
I will definitely not renew the contract and I will be free to leave at the end of three years.
Therefore, we can discuss as much as possible. If we don't, it will be a lose-lose situation and both sides will lose.
The players themselves do not want to leave, and if the club wants to sell, they will be subject to certain restrictions. The contract terms of the bigger stars are more detailed and complex. For example, the contract signed by Wang Ai and Chelsea stipulates: if the league scores more than 10 goals, the sale target must be the top league of the five major leagues.
Team; if the target is more than 20 goals, it must be a team ranked in the top ten leagues last season; if it is more than 30 goals, it must be a team that has qualified for the Champions League next season.
After reading the newspaper all morning and having a hearty meal at home at noon, Wang Ai put on his formal clothes and led all his troops to the Chinese Embassy in North London.
When Wang Ai arrived, Ambassador Zha was chatting with Ambassador Fu. He saw Wang Ai and others walking in and waved while Wang Ai adjusted his clothes. Ambassador Zha was okay, they had known each other for more than two years, but Ambassador Fu didn't recognize him, and she was still a woman.
, so Wang Ai has to pay attention to his appearance.
Ambassador Zha's face was full of joy and he looked at Wang Ai up and down: "What an energetic young man! Come on, let me introduce you."
With that, Wang Ai was introduced to Ambassador Fu. Wang Ai stretched out his hands to shake hands with the new leader.
Ambassador Zha pulled Wang Ai to sit down: "Is your leg injury healed?"
Wang Ai smiled and nodded: "I recovered faster than expected."
"These days, domestic newspapers are worried that you won't be able to play in the Asian Cup. This time I'm back in China, so I can watch the Asian Cup."
"When will you leave?"
"The flight is tomorrow afternoon."
"Hey! The club is going to Liverpool, and I can't make it in time to get you on the plane."
"No need to send it off, no need to send it off, you have to delay me if you want to go to the airport."
"Okay then, by the way, let me give you a souvenir." Wang Ai brought over a gift box.
Wang Ai held his hands and said: "Leader, I have been taking care of you for more than two years. I know it even if you don't tell me. You have always said good things about me, and introduced many leaders and friends to me. I don't have anything else.
I would like to give you a football as a gift."
When Ambassador Zha heard that it was a football, he smiled and took it. The lid of the gift box was not buckled, so he opened it casually. It was a Premier League standard ball Total 90 Aerow: surrounded by a ribbon in the middle, two colored circles at both ends, and the head.
There is a Nike logo.
There is just a line of Chinese and English words on the white surface, "The ball used to create a new record for Premier League scorers, 06/07 season, Wang Ai, 35, April 18."
Ambassador Zha hesitated: "Isn't this very expensive?"
Wang Ai smiled and shook his head: "In the final analysis, it is just a football. It has some commemorative significance, but it cannot be sold at a high price."
"Okay." Ambassador Zha said politely, "My child happens to like you, and this is what he likes. Well, let me give you a gift too."
With that said, Ambassador Zha touched his pocket, took out a tube of hero pen and put it in Wang Ai's hand: "I have been using this pen for the past year. Nothing major happened, but people who come and go sign it."
Many documents can be regarded as a testimony of my work. I give them to you when I say goodbye. I hope you will continue to work hard."
Wang Ai carefully collected it and prepared to go home, label it, and put it in his warehouse.
Both of them were important people and busy people, so Wang Ai couldn't keep them busy for too long, so he left in advance when he saw that it was almost done.
When you come out of the main entrance, Portland Street at the door is ablaze with sunset as the sun sets.
Wang Ai stood on the street and stared at it for a long time. An ancient poem said: I mean to say goodbye to you, and we are both eunuchs.
Probably because he also had to leave London, Wang Ai was not in high spirits tonight. He came out of the gym at 11 o'clock at night, went to the bedroom, took a shower, and threw himself on the bed.
This was the third day they shared a bed. Wang Ai lay on the bed and muttered: "Why don't you go to sleep? Are you feeling uncomfortable again? Can I get you a glass of water?"
After a while, no one said anything. Wang Ai turned his head away from the pillow and saw that Xu Qinglian had just turned around and faced him with her back.
"Huh?" Wang Ai was surprised. He reached out and scratched her shoulder, and heard Xu Qinglian's suppressed laughter.
Wang Ai was even more surprised. He simply grew his upper body and grabbed Xu Qinglian's arm: "What's wrong with you? Did you steal something from the embassy?"
Xu Qinglian continued to laugh, and Wang Ai put her head next to Xu Qinglian's ear and walked around to look at her. She glanced at Wang Ai with a sideways smile, and then whispered: "Yesterday, I left yesterday."
"Oh!" Wang Ai felt relieved, and slapped himself on the pillow again with a bang, and then, ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds... Wang Ai jumped up suddenly: "You left yesterday, why didn't you tell me?"
"Haha, you didn't ask me!" Xu Qinglian laughed loudly.
"I……"
Wang Ai turned over and couldn't help but say something. After a lot of busy work, it finally came to the last moment. The two faced each other and opened their mouths at the same time.
"Speak first." Wang Ai said first.
Xu Qinglian didn't hold her tongue this time, she stared at Wang Ai and said: "From now on, you must remember to feed me, help me scratch my itch, and play with me."
Wang Ai rubbed Xu Qinglian's knees and frowned: "I have no interest in cats."
"Stop you!" Xu Qinglian laughed and hit Wang Ai: "What did you originally want to say?"
"Hehe." Wang Ai shook his hands left and right: "It's too familiar to start with."
"You...ah!" Xu Qinglian opened her mouth and panted fiercely for seven or eight times. She couldn't help but cry a little: "Didn't you say it's hard to start?"
"Who told you to lie to me?" Wang Ai leaned down and firmly controlled the beauty.
The beautiful lady took a deep breath, and she didn't let it out until the end of the difficulty. Her body relaxed and she murmured: "I'm done."
After Wang Ai heard this, he raised his head from the side of Xu Qinglian's head, looked down, and came closer. Xu Qinglian responded enthusiastically.
Half an hour later, Wang Ai stopped, and then he proudly carried Xu Qinglian out of bed and went to the bathroom, but was pushed out and asked to make the bed.
After tidying up the bed, Wang Ai went to the bathroom next door and took a quick shower. When he came back, Xu Qinglian was about to come out.
"Hey, look, the moon is very big tonight." Xu Qinglian sat on the edge of the bed facing the window and opened a corner of the curtain.
The moonlight entered the room and shone on the face in front of the window and the face on the bed.
Wang Ai lay down and tilted his head: "I'm fifteen now."
"Look, it looks like water." Xu Qinglian turned around, smiled, stretched out her hand and pressed it into the moonlight.
Flicking with green-white fingers, the moonlight was like intermittent water, filling Wang Ai up little by little.
