When Moratti understood Wang Ai's request of "The weather is bad, please change", he was stunned for a moment and laughed.
For him, this feeling is too strange. Most stars usually do not have such high intelligence and cannot do this kind of things at their fingertips. They are very direct and can be regarded as simple, so Moratti will regard them as children.
, there has almost never been a battle of wisdom like chatting with Wang Ai.
"Well, I really can't do anything about the weather, but I can help you repair your house, or introduce you to an apartment in Milan?" Moratti looked at Wang Ai with interest: "Why did you choose
Living in a town? There aren’t even many restaurants here.”
"Maybe it's because it's very quiet." Wang Ai looked up at the outer wall and pointed: "My home is there. From here, a corner of the wall is exposed. There is no sound at night. I sleep very comfortably.
."
"Don't you like to go out and play? You are so young and rich, you should be very popular with girls." Moratti glanced at Wang Ai's finger. He actually knew where Wang Ai's house was.
He had inquired about Si Lai when she came to buy a house.
The nickname "Dad" is well-deserved.
However, what Moratti said touched Wang Ai's mind. Although Leonie said that she and Tiger had reached an agreement that night, who knows? Then she spread her hands and said: "Maybe it's because I'm so popular.
.”
Moratti pushed up his glasses: "You are really an extraordinary young man. If you can keep doing this, you may really become Pele, but this kind of persistence is difficult. I have seen too many ambitious young people.
As a human being, everyone has high goals, but few actually go far."
Moratti's son Mario interjected: "What is the purpose of making money? Women, alcohol, card tables, and a sense of career achievement are all needed. Most people want to take care of them all, but it is difficult to grasp them.
balance."
Wang Ai looked at the father and son with a smile: "I think Massimo is in control very well."
Moratti pointed to his chest: "Me?"
"Yes." Wang Ai said with emotion: "You are very admirable. Your personality charm, love for football, and years of persistence have many people praising you even on the other side of the Eurasian continent."
Moratti whistled frivolously. Even the old man was very happy when he was praised.
"So I think it's okay to stick to it. As long as you set your goal and are willing to pay some price for the goal, you can stick to it. This is the case for you and the same is true for me."
"So, what is your goal?"
"Honor! I want both personal honor and collective honor!"
"What do you think of Inter Milan? Oh, I don't want those high-sounding words. Look, there are only three of us now. No one will spread your words."
"I came here in pursuit of honors. I believe that the era of big internationals is about to reappear, and I hope to be one of them."
Moratti did not get excited immediately like Mario, but tasted it: "In other words, you don't have much love for Inter Milan?"
"I like Inter Milan very much. It has a high status in my heart, but I have to make a choice." Wang Ai said cryptically.
Moratti was a little sad for a moment. He really hoped that his favorite player could wear the blue and black jersey for the rest of his life, although he knew it was impossible. But Wang Ai said this, which still broke his fantasy and told him: I am also a
Professional players in this era.
Realizing that the old man was a little sad, Wang Ai softened his heart: "If the international team remains strong, then I will always be here."
"If you stay here and keep this kind of living habits and competition state, then this place will always be strong." Mario said when his father was speechless for a moment.
After listening to his son's words, Moratti nodded and looked at Wang Ai: "I'm going to give you a big contract, I... huh?"
Mario pulled his father's arm: Oh my dear dad!
Before the embarrassment appeared on Moratti's face, Wang Ai's words came: "No, Massimo, don't try to buy me out with a big contract, it's impossible, you can't afford it."
Mario also said cleanly: "Yes, Dad, Wang's personal income last year was almost half of our club's. We really can't afford him."
"Okay." Moratti accepted his fate and complained: "I haven't felt the taste of poverty for a long time."
Several people laughed, and the proposal went away. Moratti learned that Wang Ai had no plans to play for Inter Milan for life, but he also got the promise he wanted: as long as the international team is strong, he will stay.
Next, this is enough, and it is also a very calm, rational, and frank attitude. This is not an adult in the general sense, but a psychological maturity.
After walking for a while, Moratti said: "If you have any trouble in life, just come and tell me. Since you choose to exercise self-discipline to play for the team, I should help you as well. By the way,
You said you feel that the era of great internationalism is about to return, is there any reason?"
Wang Ai looked at the old man and smiled: "It's mainly you, your persistent efforts will always yield good results. Of course, if you follow your habits, it can also be attributed to touching God? In short, I have this
Feel."
"So, what's the obstacle?"
Wang Ai shook his head and shrugged, laughing and saying, "I don't know."
Moratti looked at Wang Ai with interest for two seconds behind his glasses, and he understood Wang Ai's subtext: I will not participate in the internal fights within the club and the conflicts within the team.
This is a statement that makes him somewhat regretful and quite relieved. This means that the internal unity problem that has long troubled Inter Milan is not a problem for him. But at the same time, he will not take sides in accordance with Moratti's preferences. He
Generally speaking, Moratti's interests overlap with each other, and they are both aimed at recreating the era of the Great International. He will not flatter anyone, and will remain neutral and on the sidelines for a long time.
This attitude is the same as before: If you can do it, I will be there; if you can’t do it, I will leave.
"Okay." Moratti, who was about to end the conversation, stopped: "Let's stop here. I will treat you to dinner if I have the chance. Also, your football skills are really amazing. You are only 20 years old. It seems that you would be useless without you."
Will do."
Wang Ai nodded with a smile: "Yes, except for defense."
Moratti laughed again and patted Wang Ai on the shoulder. When Wang Ai waved and ran to the training ground, the father and son summarized it below the office building.
"Do you believe what he says, father?"
"Why not? Mario, this is a guy who doesn't bother to lie, and he is also a guy who really puts himself first, but he does not sacrifice the team to achieve himself, but constantly joins a better group."
