After their emotions calmed down, their eyes on Wang Ai were no longer nervous and cautious as when they first entered the door, but were replaced by admiration.
In today's world, the West is king; in the sports world, football is king. Together, it means that the West firmly holds the crown of the sport with the largest number of participants, the greatest influence, the richest money, and the highest status in all mankind. For people like these former colonies in Hong Kong,
In other words, football is almost a symbol of Western rule, Western colonization, and Western power.
And the brightest jewel in this laurel crown is here now!
Wang Ai, a country bumpkin born and raised in mainland China, has become the most successful football player and football star today and even in history. Even if this situation is more like his own genetic mutation, Chinese football has not shown a tendency to monopolize it from now on, but even if
It is a genetic mutation, and it is also extremely precious.
With a few glasses of sweet wine, the atmosphere in the restaurant became lively. Wang Ai boldly came to propose a toast. Considering that the Hong Kong compatriots came a long way, there were not many people, and more importantly, the alcohol content was very low.
Wang Ai gave him face and drank wine.
The girls in Wang Ai's family bravely attacked Brother Hua and Brother Chengcheng. Seeing that Wang Ai had given face to their team, they couldn't refuse. As a result, they drank up all the sweet wine reserves in Wang Ai's family in one meal.
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As soon as the wine started to hit, they talked a lot. In the hazy night, on the third floor of Wang Ai's house, three men who were famous in the Chinese world became more and more speculative as they chatted.
Wang Ai is magnanimous and heroic, Andy Lau is loyal and loyal, and Aaron Kwok is calm and funny. No matter what they were like before, they can express their feelings at this moment, especially when the assistants have left silently and there are only three of them in the entire living room and even the entire third floor.
"Team Wang, the most unforgettable day for me was August 15th last year." Andy Lau said and looked at Aaron Kwok, who also looked excited and reminiscing: "Yes, yes, he and I drank all day long that day.
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Wang Ai looked at the two of them in surprise: "Hong Kong, is the Mid-Autumn Festival so grand?"
The two guests looked at each other and laughed: "We are talking about the Gregorian calendar. You won't forget what day it is, right?"
Seeing Wang Ai start to think in confusion, Andy Lau couldn't wait for him to think of the answer and waved his arms: "That day, all the major newspapers in Hong Kong had outbursts! That day, all the TVs in Hong Kong played it on a loop! That day, the streets were full of heated discussions.
Crowd! That day, the official residence specially sent a congratulatory message and broadcast it on the TV station!"
"You're talking about..." Wang Ai asked tentatively: "The day I ran the 100 meters?"
"Why are you so plain?" Aaron Kwok stood up from the sofa: "I asked about our Hong Kong entertainment industry, and 70% of the people in Hong Kong's entertainment industry gathered specifically to celebrate with friends that day!"
"Is the impact so big?" Wang Ai said in shock.
"No. 1 in the world, no, that's not just the world's number one, it's the first in the race!" Aaron Kwok waved his arms: "Sprinting, 100 meters, has always been the most direct contest of race ability."
Andy Lau added: "It is also a contest of national strength."
Aaron Kwok nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, it is more important than anything else, more direct than anything else. Bruce Lee defeated the ghost guy in the movie, but you defeated the ghost guy in reality. From now on, we will be racially and ethnically different."
The yellow race, the Chinese are... Who can say that our race is not good in the future? That we are an inferior race? That we are inherently bad?"
Wang Ai raised his hand: "Brother Chengcheng, brother Chengcheng, you don't have to be so excited."
"You don't understand, you don't understand!" Aaron Kwok turned around three times: "Let me ask you, are you afraid of ghosts?"
"Why are you afraid?" Wang Ai opened his eyes wide: "Ninety-nine percent of the goals I scored were defeated by ghost guys."
"What about before playing football?"
Wang Ai smiled calmly: "I'm not afraid of that. I used to kill them all in North Korea, of all colors."
"That's right! You mainlanders and mainland China have long been unafraid, but we can't. We waited until 1997. There are many people in Hong Kong who have been oppressed by them for generations and have been oppressed to the point of losing their confidence. So you understand, right? Why?
You won the most important and most eye-catching project in the world, are we so excited? The shadow of more than a hundred years is gone!"
Wang Ai rubbed his forehead: "I am so powerful, why did I only learn about Hong Kong's reaction today?"
"You even forgot this day." Andy Lau complained: "We still need to remind you."
"Did you really forget?" Aaron Kwok sat down and gasped, picking up a can of beer.
"In my memory." Wang Ai pointed to his head: "That seems to have happened a long time ago."
"Too busy?" Aaron Kwok asked.
"It must be because there are too many similar news." Andy Lau shook his head and sighed.
"Probably." Wang Ai laughed and picked up the beer: "Two brothers, thank you for reminding me, and thank you for informing me."
"To Hong Kong." Wang Ai raised his glass.
"To China." Andy Lau raised his glass.
"Respect the Chinese people." Aaron Kwok raised his glass.
The night was already dark, and the two tipsy guests said goodbye. After agreeing to go to the Real Madrid Sports Center to watch the morning exercises tomorrow morning, they went out and boarded Wang Ai's bulletproof car, escorted by the eldest girls and young wives of Wang Ai's family. Wang Ai kept waving.
Until the taillights are no longer visible.
"The conversation went well?" The little beauty held Wang Ai's arm.
"That's right." Wang Ai said with relief: "My previous evaluation was harsh. It is impossible for someone to be active in the Chinese circle after so many years without a sense of national pride. It is nothing more than a matter of how much and how to choose specific things."
The little beauty became happy, and Wang Ai waved to Huang Xin: "I almost blurted it out just now. Now let's discuss it with you. You will return to China in two days. Well, if the two of them perform well in the activities organized by the embassy the day after tomorrow, well,
By the way, they said that the day I ran 9.48 seconds last year, people from all walks of life in Hong Kong reacted strongly, saying that my run lifted the colonial cloud that had been hanging over Hong Kong people for more than a hundred years. So I thought..."
Huang Xin listened to Wang Ai's preface and afterwords, but was still strangely able to understand them, so she waited for Wang Ai's expression with a smile without saying anything.
"Ah, what I mean is that if they both perform well, our plane will make a circle from Hong Kong, um, take them both, um..."
"Sending the trophy to Hong Kong for exhibition? Did they borrow it from Madrid and you specifically for the Hong Kong people to see?"
"Haha." Wang Ai grinned: "They have to perform up to standard, so it doesn't hurt to give them some face. The key is that they will definitely tell today's conversation, saying that the performance of all walks of life in Hong Kong moved me, and also express their gratitude by the way.
I wanted to save face, so I lent them the trophy to show the fun to the Hong Kong people. This will definitely be beneficial to the current situation in Hong Kong, right?"
Huang Xin pondered for a moment: "But it's best to ask the Hong Kong and Macao Affairs Office for instructions first."
"OK! You go and do it." Wang Ai swayed and walked into the room: "I have to train, and I haven't practiced yet today."
