Three days later, thousands of fans welcomed the national team outside the Jinan Olympic Sports Center. Different from the opinions of various "experts" in newspapers, Wang Ai actually won widespread social support after calling out his goal of winning the World Cup. The leadership level was different.
Having said that, among the private sector alone, the sales of football souvenirs have increased several times, and the people of Yiwu are all giving medals to Wang Ai.
If Wang Ai wants it.
At this moment, on both sides of the road, there are countless plastic Hercules Cups being held up in both hands and waving towards the national team bus. Although this is just a warm-up match and the result of the game is only 2:1, the fans don't care.
Fans just want to be happy!
"Mom, Lao Zhou, are you Shandong people usually so enthusiastic?" Mao Jianqing lost a shoe when he got in the car and asked Zhou Haibin to pay for it.
"Me neither... neither." Zhou Haibin stammered: "It's mainly about the results. Everyone is waiting for the trophy. Hey, boss, I suddenly feel that we are talking too much and it is too early. You said you want to...
You have to make people laugh to death."
Zhao Xuri looked at Wang Ai but said nothing. Wang Ai smiled and said, "Is there a road in Huashan since ancient times?"
After finishing speaking, the car fell silent. Everyone was not stupid. They all understood what Lao Ye yelled that sentence, what it meant, and what it would bring. But they also understood that it would not work otherwise. Everyone was around 25 years old. Dare to think about it.
This goal has only been achieved in these two terms. Wang Ai, the youngest, has a sense of urgency, let alone them?
As for whether it succeeds or fails, it's all up to the boss. Anyway, as long as the TV station dares to show it, no one can scold him.
Everyone went back to the hotel to rest. Some will fly directly from Jinan to Europe tomorrow, some like Wang Ai will go back to Beijing, and some who play in domestic leagues will simply go back and forth from wherever they go.
During the entire training and preparations this time, no one mentioned the anti-gangster thing. As early as the New Year period in Tubingen, overseas players had unified their approach. They would not mention, ask, or tell, and just do their own thing. So this time
Even if there were a few domestic players who wanted to talk about the meeting, they all avoided talking, so I understood.
They cherish the opportunity to join this national team and play in the World Cup more than overseas players.
After Wang Ai returned to the room, he threw all the dirty clothes into the washing machine in the bathroom, returned to the room and said to Li Lin, "Where is your brother?"
"It's downstairs. I can't come up. It won't work if I go to pick him up." Li Lin couldn't laugh or cry: "Shandong people accept death."
Wang Ai smiled brightly, grabbed his coat, wrapped it up and walked downstairs. A guy outside the door shivered with cold and shrank his head. Seeing Wang Ai coming down, he waved excitedly: "Wang Er, Wang Er, me, me.
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"Come in." Wang Ai waved, and then said to the security guard and manager who were smiling apologetically beside him: "This is my friend, I'm going back to Europe tomorrow, and I really don't have time, so I'm going to talk about something today."
"No problem, no problem," the security guard said.
Wang Ai shook hands with the two of them respectively, and took Li Jun into the elevator. In the elevator, Wang Ai gave Li Jun a slap in the face: "Call me a nickname in front of outsiders!"
"Hey!" Li Jun covered his chest and squatted down: "You can call me Little Eyes."
"Then the senior director will think that I scolded him." Wang Ai gave Li Jun two more blows before pulling him up: "We didn't talk enough on the phone last time. This time I can't stay for a few days after returning to China, and I have to leave again soon, and then I keep
By summer, let’s say autumn, I might not have time…”
Li Jun blinked his little eyes: "What did you say when I didn't have time?"
Wang Ai put his arm around his shoulders: "That's why I took the time. By the way, did you read the information I sent you? How do you feel?"
Li Jun sighed in distress: "I can't understand it. It's all in Italian, and it's not just an Italian cannon."
"Isn't there information in English? I specially asked someone to buy it from London. There are also materials published by the Military Intelligence Agency."
"English..." Li Jun nodded awkwardly: "I'm also a mess."
"Then let me translate it for you?"
"That's good, that's good."
"I want to beautify you!"
The two brothers chatted and laughed and went back to the room. As soon as Li Lin saw his brother coming, he went back to the guard's room. Wang Ai's standard room will be their room tonight.
"Take this." Wang Ai picked up a football in the corner of the room: "Tonight's match ball is not a formal match, but it is one that I kicked in."
Li Jun took the colorful soccer ball and tossed it around. It bounced around seven or eight times and accidentally lost it. Fortunately, Wang Ai stretched out his legs to rescue him. He kicked it for more than ten times and then gave it to Li Jun. The two brothers were like this
It’s time to play.
While playing, we chatted: "You graduate this year?"
"Next year, you can start your internship in the fall, and you can just hand in your graduation thesis this year."
"Can you graduate? I heard that you are the king of failed exams?"
"Hehe, you can get by with a little patching up."
"What are your plans for graduation?"
"I haven't thought about it yet. Oh no, I won't practice anymore and I can't breathe."
Li Jun said, stretched out his hand to hug the ball, sat down on the bed and loosened his down jacket: "I remember that we were practicing passing the ball at that time. You practiced throwing the ball in junior high school, right?"
Wang Ai also sat on the sofa: "No, I was practicing at home at the time, but I was small and had small feet, so it was tiring to practice. Besides, I couldn't practice when I went to and from school. My skills were not good at that time. I could stand and walk at the same time when it was dark.
I can’t get home either.”
"It depends on talent." Li Jun touched his little face: "You said that I was taller than you at that time, but now, you can't tell it when watching TV. Now that I'm here, what the hell are you doing?
Upright."
Wang Aiheheyile: "It does have something to do with talent. For example, short and stout people are suitable for weightlifting. Whatever you look like, choosing the right sport is indeed considered talent. In addition, when I was a child, my family conditions were good, I had good food, and I could train well."
I'm diligent, it just happens once and for all."
Li Jun shook his head: "With this head, you can't play football, you won't starve to death if you don't go to college, and you can make a living doing decoration work for others. Others have to carry ladders, you can just reach out."
"Just tell me, what are you going to do after graduation?"
"When the Public Security Bureau recruits civil servants, I want to give it a try. If I fail the exam, I will become a private detective."
"Do you like this?" Wang Ai's eyes were deep and his expression was a little serious.
Li Jun felt something in his heart and put away his playful smile: "Yeah."
"Do you prefer the joy of a sense of mission that comes from fighting crime, or the joy of solving a mystery and having a sense of accomplishment like solving a word problem?"
Li Jun thought for a while: "Have both."
Wang Ai suddenly frowned: "I remember that the security department regularly recruits people from college students, right?"
Li Jun pointed to his eyes: "I'm wearing contact lenses."
"Really looking for you?"
"hey-hey."
"Okay." Wang Ai looked at Li Jun and slowly became serious: "I have a case that I want to entrust to you."
Li Jun's expression also became serious. Without asking why, he rested his arms on his thighs and prepared to listen quietly.
