"Come on, move this way, backlight that way." Lao Ma yelled at Wang Ai in the large open space outside the Real Madrid Sports Center the next morning.
Wang Ai, who was covered in sweat, was so exhausted that he complained speechlessly. You are a photographer who doesn't want to move, let me and Yao Xia move?
This is what Lao Ma and Yao Xia suddenly remembered when they were procrastinating and procrastinating and were about to leave. They planned to make a video of Wang Ai's morning training to encourage the young players.
Wang Ai cooperated silently. Anyway, there were not many people in the Chinese football world who were qualified to visit his home. They had to be people he had worked with before, so there were only about 200 people.
But since he kicked out a buddy who asked him to help with the approval process, his reputation as a "doer" spread, and the number of people suddenly shrank.
Nowadays, the only people who can come to his house without fear are around thirty.
"It's not that I'm arrogant, I also have my own troubles." Wang Ai sent the two of them to the airport, and said with emotion when parting: "Have a nice trip."
Lao Ma silently patted Wang Ai on the shoulder, and Yao Xia and Wang Ai hugged each other: "Although we ordinary people don't have much money and a small reputation, we are also safe and happy. You are in the forefront of the limelight, so you should be more cautious.
You can solve our problems, but none of us can help you with yours, so you should save more for yourself."
Wang Ai nodded movedly, turned around and took a huge gift box: "I just remembered."
Yao Xia: "...If I don't say something nice, you won't be able to remember it, right?"
Lao Ma took the gift box with a smile: "Hey, why is it so heavy?"
Wang Ai pointed to a corner of the airport: "A few bottles of red wine, produced by Real Madrid. Over there is the express company store."
The two waved goodbye, and Wang Ai stayed in the car until they disappeared and watched them disappear before returning home.
"There are still more than 20 days left for the Champions League final. How many of the three league games can you play in the middle?" Lin Long's voice broke the sadness in the car.
"Let's play two games." Wang Ai said casually: "What's wrong?"
"Everyone is very curious whether you can score more than 60 league goals for the fifth consecutive year." Lin Long said with a smile.
"Five years in a row?" Wang Ai came back to his senses.
"Really? In 1213 you were at Bayern for 88, in 1314 you were at Manchester City for 61, in 1415 you were still at Manchester City for 78, in 1516 you came to Real Madrid for 64, and in 1617 you only had 52. According to your past habits, you started in the second year
It was increased, why are you withdrawing it now?"
Wang Ai looked at Lin Long for a long time: "So, I have to prove that my attack power is still there?"
"There is nothing wrong with your attack power."
"Prove that I'm still at my peak?"
"There is a habit in the media field. When everyone thinks that a person is old, they will subconsciously change their title, such as calling him a formal position, or simply adding the word 'old'. The advertising industry will also subconsciously change his image style and endorse products.
The age of the applicable audience will also grow."
Wang Ai listened and said nothing.
"But the common name for you in China is Xiao Wanger, and you are also young, so the public subconsciously does not think that you are almost 30 years old. The public still expects your peak performance. For many people,
You have been with them almost throughout their adolescence, and you are still performing at your peak, which means that their youth is still there, which is an expectation of the public mentality."
Wang Ai looked at the little beauty who was walking with him, and the little beauty agreed: "Sometimes a star becomes cold for no reason, or becomes popular for no reason. It has a lot to do with this public mentality. It caters to the public of a certain period.
If the expectation is high, it will be hot, and if it is not, it will be cold.”
Wang Ai took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then suddenly laughed: "Okay, I was worried that I would be bored because there are no important games in the past twenty days. I can't play with water at home every day, right? Now it's better, I have more fighting spirit.
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"Don't take it too seriously." The little beauty in turn advised: "After all, it is a meaningless game. If you are too persistent in pursuing goals and improving statistics, it will be seen as bad for your reputation."
Wang Ai spread his hands: "Then can I get in?"
"Go in." The little beauty smiled and said: "But you have to go in easily and chase the goal with a mentality of putting down your burdens and having fun. If your goal can conquer the fans and make them feel beautiful, they will not blame you for brushing
On the contrary, the data will think that you are professional and you are repaying them."
Wang Ai pointed at the little beauty and said to Lin Long: "How awesome? Ah, my agent, this is my master, she even has to control how I play football. I not only have to play, but also score goals.
You have to look beautiful and smile."
"You can beat me to death!" Wang Ai sprayed the little beauty.
"Don't you like to be alone?" The little beauty was not used to it at all.
"Okay, fix it!" Wang Ai exclaimed.
That night, the little beauty was given a good beating by Wang Ai, who could not help but beg for mercy, until Huang Xin couldn't stand it anymore and came to start a fight, and then the unlucky one was Huang Xin.
"Let me ask you something, why haven't you figured it out after a month?" Wang Ai asked with his head raised.
"Ah! Ah? What?" Huang Xin came back to her senses and asked with difficulty.
"Ask you if you have children!" Wang Ai used actions to strengthen his persuasion.
"Ah...I haven't given birth yet, give birth if you want." Huang Xin struggled to give an uncertain answer.
"Sister, you are 38. If you continue to hesitate, you won't be able to give birth in a few years." Wang Ai was very anxious.
"Then, let's give it a try." Huang Xin turned away.
The little beauty on the side took a breath and said sarcastically: "Don't ask her, she will keep struggling if you ask her, just go ahead and do it, she won't object anyway."
Wang Ai tilted his head: "Well said!"
The little beauty suddenly felt that she might be unlucky again.
"You want to give back to the fans?" Zidane looked at Wang Ai doubtfully in the office: "Score a few more beautiful goals?"
"Yes." Wang Aili said happily: "Yesterday I read the newspaper and someone said that Real Madrid won the championship so many rounds in advance, hurting the market of the Bernabeu and even the market of other La Liga teams. I deeply agree. As a member of Real Madrid
As a member of the team, I feel that I have an obligation to restore the football market to some extent, so that at least those who bought the tickets will not feel that they are in vain."
Zidane frowned after listening, and casually operated on the computer. After looking at it for a while, he smiled and said: "Okay, Sevilla, Celta, and Malaga are not in danger of being relegated. But you still have to be careful.
We need you for the finals."
"Okay." Wang Ai stood up and shook hands with Zidane: "I will be ready for the final."
Coming out of the base in the evening, Lin Long couldn't wait to ask in the car: "Do you agree?"
"I, a fringe person in the dressing room, suddenly jumped out and said that I should work hard to score goals for the sake of the team and the market. How could he disagree? Does he still want to do it? Hey, what are you doing?"
Lin Long, who was working on his cell phone with his head down, didn't even raise his head: "Reporter, the advertising effects of these three shows are different."
