Since that night in Shenyang, Wang Ai has taken the initiative to reduce the frequency of dealing with Huang Xin and carefully observed her reaction. As a result, nothing happened.
Huang Xin seemed to have been cut off. She was not affected at all. She did whatever she was supposed to do. Didn't she just take over CY Sports and she was ready to do something big?
Wang Ai privately guessed that there were several possibilities: Huang Xin lost his memory; Huang Xin treated him as a child and didn't take it seriously; Huang Xin thought that Wang Ai was afraid that she would feel sorry for herself, so she comforted her; Huang Xin had already had a premonition; Huang Xin started to have no idea again.
After repeated consideration, Wang Ai felt that the last option was the most likely.
Over the years, Wang Ai has also developed a taste for it. This sister has a little bit of a sense of peace and prosperity. She has a very simple ideal in life. Maybe a greeting from a distant friend or a cup of black tea in the autumn afternoon can make her enjoy it for half a day. This person's The advantage is that she has a gentle mind, is neither impatient nor impetuous, and is strong-willed when she has no desires. She can take on any job given to her, and can continue to make progress and do it satisfactorily. The disadvantage is that she is strong-willed without desires. Without desires, there is no long-term plan. Once she is allowed to make her own decisions, If you lose your temper, you will become confused and even panicked.
For example, it is her duty to expand beyond the brokerage market with the help of Jose, but she must seek support from Wang Ai in order to feel at ease.
In short, Huang Xin is a tactical talent, not a strategic talent. It may be related to the fact that she was born in a single-parent family of traditional intellectuals. The more important the event, the more accustomed she is to other people's arrangements. Even if it is a major event in her own life, she is often too hesitant to look forward and backward. Lost in advance and retreat, and ended up in a mess.
In the evening, Wang Ai personally made a chicken stew with mushrooms, a sauerkraut, white meat, blood sausage and big bones, and a Northeastern stew with a mess of British ingredients. The essence of the stew is not the ingredients, but "too lazy to cook and stew all at once." cooking ideas.
"Come on, sister, have a taste."
"How do you eat this?"
Huang Xin picked up her chopsticks and looked up at the steaming chicken stewed with mushrooms, at the big pot of potted vegetables with big bones and sticks, and then at the messy stew where the ingredients couldn't be distinguished, and she couldn't put her chopsticks down.
Northeastern cuisine is like this, bold and bold, large in quantity and high in energy.
Huang Xin felt full just looking at the food.
Seeing Huang Xin in trouble, Xu Qinglian next to her rolled her eyes at Wang Ai: Are you entertaining your buddies?
Pushing open the pot of big bone sticks, Huang Xin pulled out a plate with Southern European-style salmon inside. Huang Xin then started to eat it and said it was good.
Wang Aiting was bored and picked up a large handful of pickled cabbage and white meat with serving chopsticks and put it in his bowl: "Isn't this because I'm afraid you'll be homesick?"
Huang Xin wanted to say that I don't eat like this at home, but for the sake of Wang Aicheng's sincerity, she took a spoonful of chicken soup, eh? It tastes pretty good!
After dinner, Lao Feng and his assistant left early and went to stay in a small hotel in the city. There was no room for them at home. Huang Xin also left together, taking Xu Qinglian and Kang Si with him. Huang Xin came to London for the first time. A few days ago, She was too busy and had no time, so Xu Qinglian decided to invite her to play.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Wang Ai approached the gate of the base. The gatekeeper, Old Harry, saw Wang Ai through the glass and said hello when he went out: "wiwi, can you go to the Champions League next game?"
Wang Ai and Old Harry waved their hands: "I don't know."
Old Harry shook his head and mumbled back, and Wang Ai stepped onto the turf with the ball in his arms. In the game some time ago, he kicked a topspin ball that was a stunt, but unfortunately it didn't attract anyone's attention. But Wang Ai knew it.
, this is a very difficult and equally powerful technology, and it is worth digging into.
In the past, people said that Wang Ai did not have his own original skills. Now Wang Ai will use this skill as his logo, label, and positioning. No matter whether Chelsea calls him in the next game or not, no matter when Mr. Roman thinks of it, he will still give it to him.
Wang Ai will continue to pay wages.
The stadium was bright, and there were several teenagers on the youth team who were also practicing hard. They had no interest in interacting with each other, so everyone just sweated in silence and practiced their own way.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Wang Ai arrived home sweating profusely, took a sip of water, rushed into the bathroom, took off his clothes, flushed, and threw the clothes soaked in sweat and stained with dirt and grass clippings into the washing machine, snoring.
change.
By the time Wang Ai came out and carried his late-night snack to the gym, several women had already returned from doing yoga, leaving the gym with the smell of powder.
Turning on the ventilation fan, the autumn night outside London was already a bit cold. Wang Ai was eating late night snacks and taking a rest. At the same time, he was watching the technical video that Yan Zhu had taken for himself, occasionally pausing, rewinding, zooming in, and taking the ball to play.
Rolling around on my feet.
It wasn't until late at night that Wang Ai returned to his room. Xu Qinglian ran to chat with sister Huang Xin next door. It had been like this for the past few days. Inexplicably, Wang Ai looked at the empty room and felt like he was back in Laco. Winter.
After going to Milan, Xu Qinglian still has to stay in London. It is unclear whether she will go to Milan to accompany her after graduation.
Then I might end up sleeping alone again, and it would be even more difficult to have no one to accompany me in the deep mountains and forests.
In this unspeakable silence, one day later, Wang Ai saw Peter Kenyon at the training ground. The big fat man's expression was still smiling, even laughing, but he couldn't hide his exhaustion. Wang Ai ended the afternoon
When he was about to leave the training, he waved to Wang Ai: "wiwi, happy National Day."
A pure-bred British man said "Happy National Day" in Mandarin. Wang Ai went through it in his mind before he understood what he said. By the way, Chinese people rarely say "Happy National Day". On National Day, it is usually very popular.
Happy, but Chinese people are willing to be serious.
"Thank you." Wang Ai smiled and shook hands with him: "How are you doing, Peter?"
"To be honest, it's not very good." Peter let go of Wang Ai's hand and put his arm around Wang Ai's shoulders: "Come to my office and talk. We always need to talk, right?"
"Of course." Wang Ai nodded: "I've been waiting for you."
"Can't you take the initiative to talk to me?" Peter said aggrievedly, "We are friends and have always been."
The two of them laughed and walked to Peter's small office in Cobham. Wang Ai sat opposite Peter: "If you don't let me leave when I want to leave, and drive me away when I don't want to leave, do you have any greater grievances than me?
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Peter shook his head and patted his big belly: "A club is a group of people."
Wang Ai nodded, and the two of them fell into silence, waiting for the other to speak first. Peter was thick-skinned, and Wang Ai was even thicker. After all, it was Peter who asked for help, and he smiled awkwardly: "So,
Wiwi, can you play the game?"
Wang Ai shrugged: "I train every day."
"I'm not talking about simply making an appearance." Peter's expression became serious: "But, play hard and use your goals to help the team."
Wang Ai also became serious and then smiled: "What are the conditions?"
