"Yeah, this one is really your fan." Huang Xin also found the blogger who posted the post on his mobile phone: "Look, the earliest post was posted ten years ago, and it was a comment about the competition between you and Shevchenko."
Leonie also took out her mobile phone and looked through it briefly: "It's true, I have been commenting on your competition for so many years, and I congratulate you every time you win."
Kangsi folded her hands on her knees and looked at her mobile phone: "My family's reserves are exhausted, my loved ones are infected and the hospital can't get them, and I am also infected and have no way to ask for help. I think this is not so much asking you for help as a memorial to myself."
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Wang Ai said calmly: "How to say?"
"First, he has never contacted you in the past ten years, not through any channels, otherwise he will happily post about his interactions with you. This is the instinct of fans; second, a true fan can completely understand
The relationship between yourself and your idols is to spend your own money and the idols work hard to compete. This is the best interaction. Fans asking stars for personal matters have little chance of success except for individual commercial hype. Because everyone has their own difficulties, and stars
The money is nothing evenly divided." Kangsi analyzed calmly: "So, he didn't really expect to get your response. He just felt that he was going to die and was desperate. Before he died, he had something to do with the star.
Or, for example, shouting. You see, he himself said that this was the first time he had the courage to publicly shout to you."
Wang Ai lowered his head and looked at the fan's post again. He looked at the short, rough description, sharpness, and average angle of the photo. After a while, he asked several people: "What do you think?"
The three women looked at each other, and Huang Xin asked tentatively: "How about asking Anna to come over and discuss it together? She is mainly your assistant during this time."
"No, it's hard for her to rest for a few days. Let her be a homebody for a while. Let's discuss it first, and then we'll ask her for her opinion."
Leonie said: "I think you'd better pretend not to know. Every day so many people click your name and post your comments. It's normal for you not to see it. Besides, you are in BJ and he is far away in Milan. You
Even if you know, what can you do?"
Kang Si also said: "There are more than one or two people in difficulty in Milan now. If you help one, will you help the next? Help them all? Can you help? You are not the Milan Municipal Government, nor the Milan Red Cross. You
Just a working man."
Wang Ai sighed softly and stood up, clasping his hands and looking out the window at the streets that seemed like the early morning of New Year's Eve: "But, he really touched me."
The three women looked at Wang Ai's back quietly, and then heard Wang Ai continue: "Faced with a sudden disaster, people naturally hope that ordinary heroes can stand up to help them and lead them. Isn't it celebrities and public figures?
Are you a daily hero? How can you stop moving forward when you enjoy the halo similar to that of a hero? I don’t know when the league will resume. I may be idle for a long time. Since I haven’t retired yet, I am still a star and a public figure, so I have to do everything.
Something consistent with the status, right?”
When he said "right", Wang Ai had already turned around and looked at his lovers with burning eyes.
Huang Xin shook his head slightly: "It's okay, but you have to pay attention to the method."
Leonie nodded: "Yes, have you figured out what to do?"
Kang Si added: "It's best not to make a big fuss. We really can't afford everyone asking us for help. Once it does happen, we will only complain. Everyone will blame us, complaining that we should not promise and cannot promise." Promise of."
"Yes." Wang Ai raised his head: "If you want to do it, you need to find a method..."
For a long time, Wang Ai lowered his head and flipped through the phone list. He stopped at one and asked the three of them: "How about I call Chairman Zhang and entrust him to help that fan on my behalf?"
"Chairman Zhang is willing?" Huang Xin asked: "The same applies to Inter Milan. Inter Milan is just a club, and it is powerless to face the plight of many Milan fans."
Wang Ai nodded: "So, Inter Milan is just a channel, and the source is still me. Having this channel disperses the pressure. I can help, but it is too far away to help. Although Inter Milan is close, it cannot help. And since I called It will take two or three days for Inter Milan to implement it. According to this time rhythm, others will not be too eager to ask me for help, and those who are too anxious will not come to me."
Leonie lowered her head and made some calculations: "Yes, but the premise is that Xiao Zhang will give you face."
Wang Ai smiled: "This is also a good thing for Inter Milan. What's more, I helped them buy Inter Milan back then."
Huang Xindao: "It's okay if you don't give me face. Don't forget our Milan Light."
Leonie said: "Yes, looking at it this way, it really helps Inter Milan."
Wang Ai was noncommittal. After dialing the phone, Chairman Zhang was a little surprised, but very enthusiastic. After hearing Wang Ai's request, he briefly studied it and agreed, promising to arrange it immediately.
This incident has disturbed many people and they have lost their minds. Several people inside and outside here clearly feel that although it is not easy in China, at least the bottom line is covered. And foreign countries are everywhere. Elegy, after a person dies, how can anyone know the sadness no matter how much it is?
"I think the literati in your country are so mean." Leonie suddenly pushed her cell phone to Wang Ai angrily: "Look at this girl who writes a diary. She has been supported by the country for so many years. She is not as good as me. Hong'er, even a dog is better than her."
Wang Ai glanced at it and pushed it away with disgust: "You are a mainstream writer, do you know what that means? Even pornographic writing can be published, and writing about shit and urination can be considered art. A typical person who is outside the law and a master of others. This has always been the case. People don’t know how to revere or be grateful, they are just like the naughty children at home, they get used to it and go to heaven.”
Kang Si said happily: "You don't want to say a few words? I see that many people have spoken, even academicians."
Wang Ai thought for a while: "Forget it, the academician is higher than me. I don't need to say what others have said. Besides, it's a bit late now. She already stinks. I won't beat up the drowned dog. We are omnipotent in this regard." Where are the netizens? Alas! I can’t easily talk about other public affairs in my current situation, especially those that involve a little bit of politics. Unless the matter has just come out and the public is still confused, I can use my influence to change the direction of the trend. Now It’s not necessary.”
"Besides..." Wang Ai curled his lips: "I don't want to be angry, I don't want to fucking say bad words, it will damage my image! It's not good for me, a dignified international superstar, to fight with a country bumpkin old woman, let Lao Hu do it
It’s great, they are a perfect match! A writer, an outlaw, a reporter, the fourth power, each with their own buffs, and magic to fight against each other!”
