"There is room for maneuver." Zhang Jilong pondered for a while and said: "The so-called four years is really what Xiao Wang said. It is not a rigid rule of four years, but a cycle of four years. But if the cycle is eight years, sixteen
I don’t even know how many years? We can really bite this and keep the trophy here.”
Lao Gao looked at Wade, who smiled and said nothing. Lao Gao said: "We have stayed for a long time and the limelight has passed. We can talk to FIFA again and hand over the ownership to China."
"What's the reason?" Yan Shiduo asked.
"It's hard to find the reason. It seems that we don't have the most games and championships, but Xiao Wanger has the most goals."
Yan Shiduo shook his head: "This is not convincing, personal data."
Wei Di said: "Then there is no way to get it publicly in the short term."
Wang Ai looked at the leaders: "First find a lawyer to look at the trophy regulations to determine how much advantage we have, and then talk to Infantino to get an understanding first and acquiesce that the return clause will be valid after the next session.
After being stored for a long time, no one pays attention to it anymore. Let’s find some opportunity to talk to the international football community. Anyway, it is only 32 years old, so it is nothing to FIFA.”
"How to talk about it?" Wade asked.
"Simple, if the Confederations Cup is still launched in the future, then it will have to be suspended for at least one session, right? There has been an interval of eight years, which is equivalent to a new Confederations Cup, so of course the trophy should be newly designed. The old trophy will continue to be used.
Naturally, the regulations will stay in China forever. If the Confederations Cup is directly declared invalid, then the championship trophy will also be useless. As the last one to win the championship and the last one to own it, we can naturally accommodate this waste. At worst, we can pay for a few
Give replicas to past champions and no one cares about it anyway, right? We are the only ones who care."
"The key is time and this clause." Lao Gao summed it up simply.
Yan Shiduo looked at Zhang Jilong: "What Xiao Wanger mentioned is very interesting. If we can keep this mini World Cup forever, then even if we are still not as good as the Jules Rimit Cup left by Brazil, it will be good. In terms of our football history,
It is a very good harvest and souvenir. As long as the price is not high and some flexible thinking and methods are used, it is still worth a try."
Zhang Jilong nodded: "Okay, let me study it carefully and kill it until the next term, strive for long-term preservation, and then formulate a property rights plan."
"Yes, rent first and then buy." Yan Shiduo said with a smile.
Everyone burst into laughter. These people here are all the creators and witnesses of the glorious history of this national team. If we can leave a splendid souvenir that can be displayed to future generations forever, of course everyone would be happy to see it.
"Then please leave it to Chairman Zhang." Wang Ai smiled and handed over to Zhang Jilong.
Zhang Jilong pointed at Wang Ai: "Don't run away. Your influence in FIFA is not much worse than mine. You have to be used when you should be used. This is your choice."
"Okay!" Wang Ai saluted Zhang Jilong: "Resolutely obey the order."
Watching Wang Aile walk away happily, Yan Shiduo laughed and shook his head: "This little prince, he always wants to bring any good things home. Even before FIFA said no, he was already thinking about inheritance.
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Wang Ai turned a deaf ear to the leaders' teasing, because he was extremely satisfied at this time!
Except for him, no one else in the entire Football Association would have thought of this, because he was the only one who valued the sense of ceremony. Originally, the commercial development level of Chinese football was average. After working in this industry for a long time, it was like the CCTV hosts saw each other as ordinary people.
Completely numb.
They were completely unaware of the opportunity or usefulness, just like Wang Ai brought back from Russia more than fifty pieces of golden confetti that were sprayed during the championship ceremony. No more, in ten years, Wang Ai will buy a piece of confetti worth 10,000 yuan.
The price of the auction is high, and there are many buyers.
What if it is twenty years, thirty years, or fifty years?
When he goes to the National Museum of China to hand over the trophy tomorrow, Wang Ai plans to ask experts to help seal it. After many years, he will show it off: This is the piece of paper sprayed at the last Confederations Cup winning ceremony!
Wang Ai didn't expect this thing to help him make any money. He had already made enough money. He just wanted to do things and use this to teach Lao Gao how to conduct business development.
China will host the World Cup in five years. If you don’t make a lot of money then, who will be worthy of it? How can you allocate funds to the college if you don’t make a lot of money? Many projects cannot be carried out because there is no money. Wang Ai is so angry that he even thinks about himself
Take out your pocket!
After thinking about it all the way, Wang Ai returned to his home in Haidian. When he got off the car, he waved to the guards and told them to disperse where they were. They should go home to visit relatives, rest when they should, and go to work when they should. There was no time to pay attention to the guards.
With a smiling face, Wang Ai wandered into the middle courtyard.
At this time, the moon was high in the sky, and the spacious courtyard was extremely quiet except for a few insects. Wang Ai put his hands on his hips and raised his head. It has been 20 years since he came to BJ in 1998. There have been many winds and rains, many changes, and in the bustling city
After accumulating such a big yard, there are a bunch of girls and children in the small building in front, and there are a bunch of trophies and medals in the honor cabinet in the east city. It is said that life is complete, but at this moment, Wang Ai feels like he is missing something.
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The most annoying thing in life is not knowing what he has lost, so Wang Ai, who was drunk and lost in the lake, raised his head and stood up in a daze.
The curtains were drawn in the teenager's dormitory on the third floor, and the moonlight floated, revealing two small faces through the gaps in the curtains.
"What are you doing, dad?" Wang Zhonghua asked softly, lifting the curtains and stepping on his feet.
"Watch the sky at night." Wang Sheng hugged his shoulders and told his brother coolly: "Dad is a philosopher. He must be thinking about some serious topic."
"Wow, that's amazing!" Wang Zhonghua said excitedly: "When can we think like dad?"
"Come on." Wang Sheng put his arm around his younger brother's shoulders: "I will go to school this fall!"
"Oh, I have to wait for another year." Wang Zhonghua said frustratedly: "I really want to go to school with my brother."
"No, I'm leaving. No one will take care of my younger siblings in the kindergarten. Hongzhuang is still young and can't live without us."
"Then, you have to teach me school knowledge after school."
"Okay! I'll teach you whatever I know."
The two brothers were chatting away when they heard the sound of the door at the back. They both shrank their necks and turned their heads at the same time: "Mom Shi."
"What are you two brothers studying so late at night?" Shi Wenjun walked in and looked down at the two brothers.
"We want to know what dad is studying." Wang Sheng replied.
Shi Wenjun looked down through the gap in the curtains. He saw a tall man in the courtyard looking up at the sky without moving. The moonlight streamed onto him, forming a shallow puddle at his feet.
