Wang Ai is going to be a monk for a month. He wanted to go crazy with Xu Qinglian before leaving. Unfortunately, Xu Qinglian was not home during the day and simply went to sleep in the apartment in Haidian at night. He obviously refused. Wang Ai could only
He was fierce on the phone and threatened to end the matter.
The war was imminent, and Wang Ai did not dare to slack off. After this incident, Wang Ai, accompanied by Yan Zhu, Zhao Dan, and Kang Si, came to Xianghe Base to report on the 19th.
As usual, a large group of reporters came to the gate of the base, not only to report the training list for the fans, but also to see with their own eyes whether Wang Ai would come, even though coach Wu Jingui had said yesterday that Wang Ai would come. But who knows? This
It is said that he will go to Inter Milan next season, and the transfer fee in Europe is as high as 60 million euros!
Oh my god!
This guy is smiling all day long, and he is so valuable?! This is a record worth. When such a person comes to the Xianghe base, even if he knows that he is one of our own, he will definitely come, but he still feels like a superstar.
The car stopped moving before it reached the main entrance. Wang Ai, who was looking down at his notebook in the back seat, felt the car slow down and looked up. He was startled. A group of reporters from far and near holding microphones and cameras rushed towards the car.
When he came over, his expression, voice, and actions were like all kinds of monsters and monsters seeing the fat and white Tang Monk.
The car couldn't start. Although it was noisy outside, the quality of the A6 was good and the car was quite quiet. Zhao Dan, who was driving, looked at Wang Ai in the rearview mirror and asked, "What should we do?"
Wang Ai waved his hand contemptuously: "Press over!"
Zhao Dan rolled his eyes, he had never seen such an unscrupulous employer like you. Now there are only two options, one is to drive at a very fast speed and slowly squeeze to the door, the other is to get out of the car and entertain him.
Seeing that the guard was silent and refused to carry out the order, the frustrated Wang Ai had no choice but to get out of the car. When he looked at the reporters outside, their foreheads were covered in sweat, and he couldn't bear it. It was all for work and a living. Even if it caused trouble for himself, he had to be considerate.
One or two. Then he took out a large pile of chocolates from the satchel beside him and handed them to Kangsi beside him. Then they opened the car door and got out of the car.
Wang Ai's outfit today is also very interesting. The lower body is a pair of baggy red pants. On the feet is a pair of sports shoes with the trademark removed. The upper body is a white cultural shirt with several large red characters printed on the chest.
: "Beijing welcomes you", and there are five monsters shaking their heads below... uh, Fuwa!
Kang Si's clothes are similar. She is also wearing a Beijing Olympics cultural shirt, but without those words.
The reporters almost all knew Kang Si’s identity. When they saw her coming down with the candy balls and handing them out one by one, they couldn’t immediately force Wang Ai to ask. Instead, they had to politely say thank you. No matter what, the status of foreigners these days is
Also a little higher, Wang Ai hired a beautiful foreign girl as his assistant, which really improved his public image.
"Wang Ai, I heard that your transfer fee is 60 million euros, making you the most expensive player in history. Is it true?" A reporter couldn't help but ask with chocolate still in his mouth. Unfortunately, there was something in his mouth after all.
, Wang Ai asked again and again before he heard clearly.
A smiling Wang Ai stood next to the car, facing various microphones and the camera calmly: "Well, you asked the wrong person. The transfer fee has nothing to do with the individual players. They are all agreed between the clubs who buy and sell the player contracts."
The reporter was at a loss for words. Wang Ai was obviously blurring the focus. It was decided by the club, but do you still know?
Another reporter immediately grabbed the conversation: "Wang Ai, are you going to Italy? Are you very optimistic about Inter Milan? Why don't you stay in the Premier League? I heard..."
I don’t know how long I had been holding it in, but when I opened my mouth, a lot of words came out. But before I finished speaking, other reporters also followed suit, and for a while, I couldn’t hear clearly.
Wang Ai had no choice but to raise his hands and press down: "I can't disclose the transfer matter, and don't ask about it. You should understand my attitude. It's hard for me to say anything now."
"European media have reported it, so what else can be avoided?"
Wang Ai smiled and glanced in the direction of the reporter who asked the question, said nothing, and ignored him. Such a person just has no eyes. Wang Ai has always had a good attitude towards reporters, and he is very eloquent and can basically satisfy him.
, but you can't bully him either. Old reporters all know that this guy just pretends to be a gentleman, but if you really want to bully him, he will immediately slap you with a big slap in the face, which will hurt you for several years!
Just at this moment, the gate of the base opened and Ma Dong came out. Seeing that Wang Ai was under siege, he hurriedly came to rescue him. Through the gate of the base, he could see Wu Jingui waiting with his hands in his pockets and smiling. He was not well now.
Come out, otherwise there will be a lot of problems. It would be much better if Ma Dong came, an unknown person!
The reporters here are still rushing to ask questions, and Wang Ai is also rushing to pick and answer a few words: "Asian Cup, I will definitely go all out, but don't be too confident, the Asian Cup is not easy... I
?You must get it, if you can’t get it, why are you here, right? Performance? It’s hard to say, I can only say that I try my best..."
After finally walking into the gate of the base, Wang Ai's cultural shirt was wrinkled. He spread his hands towards Wu Jingui. The two of them smiled. Wang Ai came forward and hugged him: "Director Wu, is it good?"
Wu Jingui looked up at Wang Ai: "You want to play center so quickly?"
"The heels are high, you are from Shanghai Huaili." Wang Ai waved his hand nonchalantly and showed off to Wu Jingui the sneakers he specially asked Xu Genbao to mail.
Although he has signed a contract with Adidas and cannot wear other brands' sneakers, it will be fine if he removes the label. Anyway, Hui Li has been struggling to survive these years. But Wang Ai really likes the products of these old state-owned enterprises. They are of high quality and reliable, even if he eats them like this
Shoe feet, a pair of shoes can last a whole year.
"How is your recovery going?" Wu Jingui accompanied Wang Aixian to the team doctor for a physical check-up, and kept asking questions along the way.
"It's okay, look?" As he said this, Wang Ai clasped his hands together, jumped on the spot, and jumped between his arms with his legs.
"Yo!" Wu Jingui was startled, and immediately stopped asking about his recovery: "You are such an adult, and you are not sure of your point! You can make tens of millions fly away with this jump."
The team doctor's checkup was normal, and all indicators were excellent. Just when Wang Ai put away his personal belongings and was about to go see Ali Haan, other teammates also arrived in twos and threes.
"Hey, look who this is!" Lao Sun joked from a distance: "Didn't I say you were paralyzed? You can still kick?"
Wang Ai moved his neck in a circle and pointed at Lao Sun: "Brother Sun, let's practice alone later!"
