Section 92: Colorful Clouds Flying in the Mountains (2)
After the dinner last night, Zhang Jilong, Shen Xiangfu, Chen Yang, Bai Guanghai and other domestic relatives and friends left one after another. They probably took the same flight back. So the house was quite quiet tonight. Wang Ai felt okay after the meal. He took the ball to the training ground. Zhang Yin and Zhao Junzhe were still there, as were the children. To him, this was an insignificant "charity activity", but to the guests, especially the children, it might be The most valuable experience in life.
The children were reluctant to go back after they laughed until the moon reached the zenith. Wang Ai promised to bring the trophy next time. Wang Ai got out of the car and walked home when he was still a few hundred meters away from home.
"Can't we leave after the New Year? Look at the moon, there is only half a month left." Wang Ai glanced at Li Jun.
"It's easy to be Mr. Shi's assistant, I've already got started." Li Jun smiled.
Wang Ai nodded: "Okay, I was still worried about the red envelope, but now I save it."
"If I go back to the Public Security Bureau early, I can catch up with the year-end bonus there."
Wang Ai turned to look at Li Jun, and suddenly flew up with a kick. Li Jun successfully predicted and jumped to the side.
"How much money do you, a police officer who has not joined the job, have? How much money do I have here? You don't know how to count!"
Li Jun clenched a fist with one hand on his chest and stared with his little eyes: "Freedom!"
Wang Ai took the ball and hit Li Jun. Li Jun took it off lightly with his feet and pushed it in front of Wang Ai a few times. Wang Ai stepped forward and crossed the football, knocked it with his back foot, hooked the outside of his front foot, and the ball flew away. Then he touched the ball with the knee of the other leg, and the football returned to the front of Li Jun. Li Jun caught the ball and did a Marseille pirouette before kicking it back. Wang Ai took the ball forward and did a Cruyff turn before returning.
The two brothers were just like they were on the country road 20 years ago, coming and going.
The old men rarely shed tears when they say goodbye, but that doesn't mean they don't feel uncomfortable. Wang Ai has so many secrets that it's hard to find a trustworthy person to deal with his affairs, and Li Jun, as an ordinary college graduate, is not big. Maybe it’s my second chance to work next to a celebrity of Wang Ai’s level.
However, Li Jun also has his own dreams and the right to pursue them. No matter how unreasonable his dreams are, as a friend he can only choose to support them.
Li Jun decided to go back in the first three days of the new year. After accompanying Wang Ai through 22 rounds of the Premier League, he made an agreement with the Criminal Police Team of the LY City Public Security Bureau. The remaining week was spent doing various work handovers. When Shi Wenjun just Come, Leonie is leaving again. This time she is going to Northern Textile for a job rotation, so Shi Wenjun's job is not only to be Wang Ai's assistant, but also to supervise CY Sports, be Wang Ai's scientific research assistant, etc. The work that Leonie was originally responsible for.
When he arrived at the door of his house, Wang Ai put away the ball and said, "Okay, I'll hold a farewell party for you when the time comes."
Li Jun smiled and did not object. He knew that this was his last request. He had seen too much in the past three years, and he had always been a little repelled and uncomfortable with this kind of life under the beautiful lights and around super giants. How could he adapt to it? Because my brother has been arrogant since he was a child, but he can't do it. He is a common man. He has an instinctive aversion to all kinds of hypocrisy and can't refuse it. I feel disgusted. I can endure it for three years because of my brother's kindness.
In the early morning of the next day, Wang Ai felt completely recovered, so he got up in the dark night and took the ball out for a morning run. It was as if he was not the person who had made headlines in the global media in the past two days, as if he was the person who had been making headlines around the world two days ago.
It was not him who was attracting attention. It seemed that he was holding the Golden Globe trophy, and it was not him who seemed to be glowing. It seemed that it was not him who allowed the Manchester City Hall to set off fireworks in celebration. On the desolate hills in the eastern suburbs of Manchester, in the withered yellow
He walked among the fallen leaves and branches, accompanied by the sound of the football rolling and two lines of sweat that seemed to have no end in sight.
In front of the newsstand, the boss looked at the steaming Chinese with admiration. He didn't have many contacts with big stars, but even a player from an amateur team would have to celebrate for days and nights after winning the annual award.
Was the day after coming back the same as usual?
Wang Ai was so happy that he asked for no change from Wang Ai, so he simply took two copies of The Times...
"This is for you." Wang Ai came back after a while and handed one of them with a smile.
The boss looked down and saw in the blank space of the last page: "The first morning practice commemoration after winning the fourth Golden Globe Award, Wang Ai, January 14, 2014."
When the boss looked up again, Wang Ai had already walked away.
This morning, Wang Ai was sorting out his special report on the construction of football culture. There was a knock on the door. Wang Ai frowned and turned around, only to find that it was Leonie holding his black mobile phone: "Director Wade's."
"I just made a call yesterday afternoon." Wang Ai said, taking the phone, pressing the call button and putting it to his ear: "Boss, do you want to read the report? About football culture construction? Well, the second part is already there
I’ve finished writing it, and I’m currently working on the third part, which is almost done. I want to be more cautious and revise it to make it more accurate. Well, if you’re in a hurry, I’ll send you a draft... Oh, okay, okay, I’ll do it after the New Year
I should be able to finish it. Well, I don’t have much to do in the UK during the Chinese New Year. I just have to go to the Consulate General and maybe the embassy to participate in activities for a day or two. Hehe, unlike in China, I have to be willing to do anything during the Chinese New Year.
I can be busy for a whole year, hehe."
After chatting for a while, Wang Ai thought that Wade was just asking about this, so he wanted to end the call. However, Wade suddenly asked: "Do you want to be the best player in the world?"
Wang Ai said unexpectedly: "No, director, I didn't ask you for permission. I said I don't want it. By the way, I also expressed the same idea to Vice Chairman Zhang. He should also return to China, right? Report to you
Alright?"
Weidi pondered for a moment on the phone: "Don't you know yet?"
"What?" Wang Ai was even more confused.
"That's right." Wei Di muttered to himself before formally telling Wang Ai: "CCTV Sports Channel made a documentary for you. It just finished last night and can still be seen on CCTV.com.
The name is "The Birth of a Football King."
Wang Ai turned around twice in his mind before he understood the implication of the leader's words. He suddenly became excited: "I don't know, I really don't know. They didn't tell me that they wanted to make a documentary. They interviewed me before and after the award ceremony at the Zurich Hotel that night.
After that, I took them to the banquet and did some interviews in the middle. It was like this in previous years, and they didn’t tell me there was a documentary.”
Seeing that Wei Di was silent, Wang Ai quickly continued: "Boss, you know me. If I really want something, I will tell you directly. Can I beat around the bush? Modern football is not like the emperor ascending the throne, you have to ask for and give in three times.
Yes, just take it and no one will say anything, what am I doing with this?"
