Both Civilian Stadium and Idiot Company are moving forward steadily, slowly but resolutely expanding their territory. There is not much to say. The only thing is that the ownership of Civilian Stadium is still owned by Northern Light Industry, which has the largest investment, and has not yet been transferred.
To the more professional Beyond Sports, otherwise with more than 1,000 stadiums with an average investment of 3 million, Beyond Sports should be renamed "Beyond Real Estate".
After looking around, Wang Ai sighed, pushed the notebook forward, and let it go. Finally, before shutting down, he just looked at the list of important items to prevent himself from forgetting.
Yesterday's meditation seemed to have some effect, so Wang Ai went out with the ball in his arms to try. Yan Zhu and Zhao Dan accompanied him back to the big poplar tree yesterday.
Yan Zhu hugged his shoulders and watched Wang Ai sit down again. He sighed in his heart and could not say anything. They knew that Wang Ai was a staunch communist and were not afraid that he would not want to become a monk, but they had no idea when he would be able to normalize.
nothing.
On the surface, Wang Ai is still a world-class player, the new Mr. Golden Ball. Everyone in the country, from leaders to the masses, knows and praises him. But only a few people know that he is suffering from extreme psychological anxiety and cannot extricate himself.
My girlfriend, who has always tried her best, didn’t solve the problem this time.
Judging from yesterday's situation, he seems to be getting better. Theoretically speaking, it will definitely be helpful for Xu Qinglian and others to form a secretarial team, but the problem is that psychological things are very mysterious. How long will it take to solve them, and whether they can really be solved.
, others can only judge from clues and have no real certainty.
Some people may be able to resolve the same psychological problem in a few days or even hours, while others may not be able to resolve it in their lifetime.
As Wang Ai's defined work partner, especially Yan Zhu, who has retired, decided that he should take more responsibility.
So when Wang Ai was in a daze for an hour and was about to stand up and go home, he stepped forward and took out a letter: "Look at this, it's quite interesting."
Wang Ai happily threw the football to Zhao Dan in front of him and took it smoothly: "Fewer people write to me now. They usually bring gifts. Is there any gift for this one?"
Yan Zhu nodded: "There is a paper that I didn't bring at home."
"Let me tell you, now I usually leave messages under my blog." Wang Ai said, opening the letter and looking at it.
Occasionally, there would be the crackling sound of dead branches and leaves at his feet. Wang Ai walked slowly and read slowly. When he arrived at the door of his house, he had finished reading, "An ordinary story."
He sat down on the sofa in the living room and threw aside the half-asleep Wiwi. The little guy was frightened and bounced on the sofa cushions. He glanced lazily at the two-legged creature with the same name and fell asleep again.
"I can understand his frustration." Wang Ai raised the letter in his hand: "A new teacher full of justice will definitely be suppressed when facing a reactionary subject leader. Not to mention that the views are completely different, even if they agree, there are bad habits in the workplace. In fact, the more
The more reactionary and bad habits there are, the more they yearn for the kind of old China with hundreds of thousands of nobles and hundreds of millions of illiterate people. It is in their best interest to have the three cardinal principles and the five permanent principles, and be guided by the king of heaven and earth."
Yan Zhu and Zhao Dan smiled as they listened to Wang Ai's complaints. Wang Ai was now too famous, so it was no longer possible to criticize them in public. They could only use pen names through publications such as "Young Philosophers"
Start spraying unless he gets angry.
Wang Ai vented his feelings and looked at the paper sent by the teacher. He felt that it was okay, so he wrote a reply letter and had a brief discussion with him, and wrote the email address of "Young Philosophers" on the reply letter.
Because of Wang Ai's rants on TV several times, his mentor is very famous in the ideological world, so those who dare to send him papers have done it twice, and they are all concentrated in the field of literature, history and philosophy. In addition, this is also a sign of respect. It is just the next step.
Communicating doesn’t have to be so strenuous.
After finishing the matter, Wang Ai leaned back on the sofa and looked at Yan Zhu: "Your friend?"
Yan Zhu shook his head: "No, I just saw it from Kang Si and thought it was interesting, so I told you about it. If I don't say it, Kang Si can tell it. But I didn't expect that you are only interested in the paper."
"Anything else?"
"Did you notice what he said about his life in the letter?"
"It seems... I seem to have made a few complaints about housing prices?"
Yan Zhu said calmly: "It took him ten years to buy a house, but you only need two days."
Wang Ai twisted his neck and said strangely: "You don't want me to help him buy a house, do you?"
Yan Zhu shook his head repeatedly: "I mean, you are of the same age. He is depressed, and so are you. But his depression seems more real."
Seeing that Wang Ai still didn't understand, Yan Zhu pointed at Wang Ai: "I can understand your problem now. In the past, you kept looking up. You may have been looking up since the day you played football. Suddenly, the mountain is gone.
, things have become smooth before your eyes, so you are not used to it. But what about him? He is still looking up, so even though life is hard and work is boring, he is still full of passion and even has the courage to come to you and recommend himself."
Wang Ai thought for a while: "But my eyes have become flat. The mountains in my field of vision are no longer the stairs in front of me but silhouettes in the distance."
"So you can consider looking down." Yan Zhu pointed to the floor: "Penetrate these barriers, go to the lower class society, observe and experience the feelings of your peers. In their eyes, you are extremely happy.
Football is a game. Others spend money playing games, but you can earn hundreds of thousands a day playing your favorite game. You have no worries about food, clothing, housing, food, drink, and fun, while your peers are stopped in front of the house and have nothing to do.
"You're angry because you have to wait a year and a half to take a vacation, but your peers probably don't even have the concept of a vacation."
Wang Ai thought for a while, nodded, and admitted that Yan Zhu's rare long speech made sense.
"I don't understand psychology. I've taken the time to read some in the past few days, and I'm feeling dizzy." Yan Zhu smiled self-deprecatingly: "But some truths are always the same. Xiao Xu and the others hope that you will strip away the complicated information and let them understand it."
Your mind will run faster, which is equivalent to defragmenting your hard drive. My idea is that you temporarily separate from your wealthy life and high status, and get rid of your material constraints. In fact, when we add the two aspects together, it is almost
What Mancini said to you is to go back to the starting point. Go back to the stage when you had no money, no fame, and nothing to do, and rediscover your happiness in this career."
"Since there is no pursuit of honor for the time being, you might as well just play games." Yan Zhu looked at Wang Ai and said: "I think playing football is ultimately happy for you, right? Just playing games will always give you interest and motivation.
