At noon on the 23rd, Wang Ai walked out of the airport passage among a group of athletes. If he hadn't been very tall and everyone was trying hard to find him, he would have almost gotten passed by him.
It was probably an arrangement by his superiors. Although the reporters instinctively planned to rush towards him at the first moment, they all dispersed in the end. Wang Ai was still very happy. The Olympics were originally a comprehensive sports event, no matter how important the 100 meters and long jump were, they were also medals.
If all the ordinary people on the list came to him, he would have made countless enemies.
There are so many sports that only one appearance can be made in the Olympics, and he has been in the limelight enough.
Under this "guiding ideology", Wang Ai only answered one question and left in a hurry. He didn't respond much to the welcoming crowd holding "9 seconds 48". He basically kept walking, smiling and waving.
It stopped and passed by.
Anyway, the leader didn't arrange for him to speak. The leader didn't even speak. Everyone was eager to get back home.
In the parking lot, Xu Qinglian, Leonie, and Shi Wenjun, who had returned from the "German Beauty" first, were waiting for him. After getting into the van, Xu Qinglian looked Wang Ai up and down: "Don't tell me, it's really hard to wear a dirty coat.
A lot of your star color has been lost."
Wang Ai grinned: "How else can we deal with it?"
Xu Qinglian smiled and said: "You have made an agreement with the track and field team that we can go home directly?"
"Well, I'm not on the right track anyway. After the Olympics, my value will be gone. The track and field team will probably kick me back to the Football Association. Alas!" Wang Ai leaned on his chair and looked out the window lazily: "
It’s still so hot in BJ’s world.”
"It was fine when I was in Rio, but I suddenly felt homesick when I came back." The little beauty raised her head and glanced out the window: "What should I eat for dinner? My homesickness needs delicious food to comfort me."
"Soy milk fried dough sticks! BJ snacks!" Wang Ai recommended.
"I'm not a BJ person. I want to think about what snacks there are in Liaoyang..."
After arriving at the Summer Palace, they briefly chatted with Huang Xin and Kang Si, who were bringing their two children, and then everyone went to catch up on jet lag. When the sky got dark, a few people woke up one after another, and when they went downstairs, there was a table of stew.
"Nourishes the stomach." Wang Ai took a deep breath and sat down happily: "This spareribs tofu is mine, no one is allowed to steal it!"
Xu Qinglian didn't sleep well and was in a daze. After hearing these words, she woke up and held down the casserole in front of her: "This pickled cabbage bone is mine!"
Not to be outdone, the lion grabbed the chicken and stewed it with mushrooms: "Mine!"
The little beauty reached out too late, so she stood up and pulled the pork stewed vermicelli from in front of Huang Xin: "I want this!"
Huang Xin and Kang Si looked at the childish four people in a funny way, and then together they opened another tureen that was not paying attention: "You guys won't know each other anymore if we change the guys. Come to Kang Si, this Buddha who jumped over the wall belongs to us."
If all five children hadn't been there, they would have almost come to blows, all looking at each other's delicious food.
After the meal, the Rio trio went to find some children to play with. Wang Ai and Huang Xin accompanied Kang Si upstairs to talk and rest. It has been almost two months, and Wang Ai has only appeared briefly since Kang Si gave birth.
24 hours a day, Kangsi specially selects some happy words to say.
From the narrations of Kang Si and Huang Xin, Wang Ai intuitively understood the impact of his 100-meter breakthrough: the streets and alleys were full of joy, and everyone would talk about it when they met. The last time it was so lively was when he won the World Cup in 2010, and the city in 2014
Can't compare.
"Both agencies are packed with invitations, and the money is very generous. You still have to come back and make up your mind." Huang Xin said, "The contract renewal with Real Madrid has also been completed, but you haven't seen the details yet."
"Just tell me about Real Madrid." Wang Ai held Kang Si's waist with one hand and "picked up" Huang Xin with the other hand and put it on his lap.
Huang Xin rolled her eyes covertly and was too lazy to talk nonsense to Wang Ai: "Basically, the content of the last contract has been continued. The salary has been increased by 14%, the bonus has been increased by 23%, and the rest has basically remained unchanged."
Wang Ai put her chin on Kang Si's shoulder and tilted her head to look at Huang Xin. Her breathing made Kang Si's face itchy, so she subconsciously rubbed her face against Wang Ai's, like a cat.
"It's a pity that my 100-meter record is not included, right? Otherwise it could be even more."
"Forget it." Huang Xin gently pinched Wang Ai's mischievous hand and said seriously: "But your salary and Ronaldo's salary are linked, so even if the signing is on the 15th, the change will not be too big. Although
You have indeed increased your reputation and expanded your territory this time, but don't forget that track and field is track and field after all, and your image is all in your own hands. The increase in advertising that extends to Real Madrid is actually very limited."
Kangsi also persuaded: "Yes, 30 million euros is already the largest salary paid by Real Madrid in its history."
Wang Ai snorted "Hmm": "Is there any problem with taxation? The Spanish Internal Revenue Service has been going crazy in the past few years."
"It's no problem. I paid 3.5 million at the end of last year. It won't work at the end of this year. I'll have to pay about 10 million."
"So I'm still losing money this year?" Wang Ai became excited.
Huang Xin gave Wang Ai a look of contempt: "Last year, you did not live in Spain for 183 days, so you were not considered a tax resident, so it was 25% of Spanish income. This year, it is no longer possible. You have lived in Spain for 183 days, and your global income has to be taxed."
43% charge.”
"That is to say, the image licensing income I received in China also has to be paid to the Spanish IRS? Why?" Wang Ai yelled.
Kangsi laughed, and Huang Xin said calmly: "It's like you didn't pay taxes to Britain or Germany before."
"Then..." Wang Ai rolled his eyes: "Except for staying in Madrid before and after match days, how about returning to China at other times?"
"China's personal tax is two points higher than Spain's." Huang Xin said expressionlessly.
"Then I'll live in separate places! Anyway, I have houses everywhere!" Wang Ai gritted his teeth.
"Then you pay where you come from." Huang Xin's contempt reached its peak: "Do you think the tax treaties between various countries can leave you a loophole? With your high income, you are the best match anywhere!"
Kang Si burst out laughing, and Wang Ai also burst into laughter: "Well done!"
Huang Xin also smiled and said: "You don't have to worry about taxes. We have entrusted the accounting firm that Real Madrid cooperates with to merge with our Chinese firm."
"A Chinese accounting firm..." Wang Ai hesitated.
Huang Xin slapped Wang Ai: "Don't worry blindly. It's not that the ability of Chinese accountants is worse than that of the Big Four, but the environment is not good. The bosses want to evade taxes. What do you want them to do? You don't have this request. Of course they are business-like and top-notch.
I'll laugh at you in private more for being stupid."
"Dare you say I'm stupid?" Wang Ai became excited again.
"You're not done yet, are you?" Huang Xingang said, but suddenly lost focus: "Eh..."
"Yeah, I'm going to give you a hard one today!" Wang Ai held down Huang Xin, and then suddenly held down Kang Si who was enjoying herself: "Two months!"
