After contacting the college, Wang Ai called Zidane to inform him of his return and briefly reported his physical data to him. Since he was still in isolation, he could not report to the base, so he could only
I can make do with it like this.
Zidane didn't say anything, because what Wang Ai did a month and a half ago also brought huge benefits to Real Madrid. The phrase "Real Madrid No. 25" in the Madrid City Hall became the whole Latin world's response to Wang Ai in this matter.
Wang Ai is the first and almost the only celebrity among celebrities to rescue Europe. He is also the first and almost the only active star to rescue his fans and even benefit the public. Although the time is only half a month, due to
The relief of the epidemic caused by the trend of traditional Chinese medicine is still one of the landmark events of the epidemic in the first half of the year.
This warm "Real Madrid No. 25" made the brand value of Real Madrid Club rise instead of falling. Sales of Wang Ai's jerseys skyrocketed. On April 15th, the day after Wang Ai announced the suspension of activities, they were sold in major stores.
550,000 pieces.
Most stores are simply out of stock, otherwise the data would be even more exaggerated.
This broke the jersey sales figures and brought Real Madrid more than 80 million euros in revenue.
However, there are still noises. For example, a French reporter said online: This money should be able to alleviate Wang Ai's financial constraints.
But he was immediately criticized by fans: Wang Ai could only get 2.6 million, and even one flight was not enough!
The fans were so full of fire that they directly criticized this reporter for being autistic.
Wang Ai felt the pressure brought by the overwhelming popularity of society from Zidane's few words. Just as Anna didn't know how to carry out the subsequent publicity work, I'm afraid the coach and teammates didn't know how to interact with this newly minted "Saint."
"Dealing.
So, when Martin learned that Wang Ai had returned and was the first to call and ask for an interview, Wang Ai readily agreed. Martin was so happy that he was at a loss: "Are you...going to leave? Give me a parting gift?"
"Haha, let's talk about it when you come tomorrow." Wang Ai prevaricated on the phone.
On the afternoon of June 3rd, under the shade of the trees at the junction of the front and back yards of Wang Ai's house, you could see the green trees and the garage under the shadow of the trees in front, and you could see the flat lawn and a clear water behind. Wang Ai and Martin
There is a coffee table and a comfortable wicker chair for each person.
There is also a photographer brought by Martin on one side.
There are several bottles of drinks, two fruit plates, and two dried fruit plates on the coffee table.
Wang Ai wears half-sleeves on the upper body, sports pants on the lower body, and sneakers on the feet. However, Wang Ai specially picked a floral half-sleeve piece, which looks very lively and enthusiastic. The pants are not traditional black or white, but sky blue.
Martin's first question was aimed at Wang Ai's unusual clothing: "Can I ask why you are dressed so lively today?"
"Do I have to wear that gray robe and grow my hair long and messy?" Wang Ai said with a smile: "No, no, I am a professional player, and I have to keep my body and mind healthy."
Martin tasted it for a while before asking: "You mean, you use clothes to adjust your mood?"
Wang Ai nodded: "We have this purpose. This first half of the year has not been easy for all of us, but life will eventually go on. We have to get rid of fatigue and pain. It is a good way to use brighter colors to suggest ourselves.
"
Martin paused, his face wearing a mask was a little serious: "Wang, I came today with the intention of paying an audience, even to meet with you."
Wang Ai leaned back slightly exaggeratedly when he heard the sound: "Me? Are you in the wrong place? The church is over there."
"No, no, King, don't be joking. You know what I mean. I don't believe you don't know that everyone called you 'Saint' during that time."
Wang Ai breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his shoulders slightly: "You also said it was during that time."
"That period of time has passed, so... it's not anymore?"
"Yes, hasn't that period of time passed? Of course, the things that were produced during that period of time will have passed at the same time."
"how could be?"
"Why not?" Wang Ai looked at Martin with a smile: "Do you know about Stockholm Syndrome? In a special scene, people's psychological activities will undergo special changes, but when they are separated from that environment, the symptoms often disappear.
Er Yu. It was a very difficult time for everyone, and everyone had to seek psychological sustenance. But now that it has eased, and everyone is gradually living a normal life, of course, we no longer need that sustenance."
Martin shook his head in disbelief: "Wang, don't be angry if I ask you a question?"
"OK!" Wang Ai smiled and raised his hand.
"As a star and a scholar, you don't know the benefits that the title of saint brings to you, right?" Martin looked at Wang Ai bravely: "It means a higher social status and more social support.
A larger base of loyal supporters.”
"But I'm not." Wang Ai said a little frivolously, but with a very serious expression.
"Why not? You have done such great things, you have helped tens of millions of people, and indirectly helped all of Europe!" Martin asked: "Is it because you are an atheist, so you reject the religious atmosphere of saints?
A strong title?”
Wang Ai shook his head and pondered for a moment: "Why are you so insistent on calling me a saint? Because I have helped so many people? But wouldn't the medical reform carried out by any politician in a big country help more people than me? It was Ferdinand who invented penicillin.
Leming, Turing who invented the computer, Servetus who discovered blood circulation, which one has not helped more people than me? Do they all have the title of saint?"
A look of confusion appeared on Martin's face. He didn't know how to refute Wang Ai.
"I believe that being a saint does not depend on how big the things you do, but on how high your spiritual level is. If helping others is regarded as a condition for being a saint, then it is not the more people you help, the purer you are, but the degree of self-sacrifice.
." Wang Ai made a gesture: "For example, if we all donate one hundred yuan, but I have one million, and you only have one hundred, who of us is purer? Who has a higher spiritual level? In other words, who is more pure?
Worthy of admiration?”
"it's me."
Wang Ai nodded: "You can see artists and their piano cases on street corners everywhere in Europe. Those who throw down their change as they walk by are also noble? Are they also helping others? They are also self-sacrifice? No matter China or Europe, I
I have seen many people who are not rich themselves generously helping others and even sacrificing their lives. I think we have seen a lot of such things in the past, right? They are not as famous as me, or even simply unknown, but
They are purer than I am, and if I were a saint, they should be."
"But you have been doing charity for many years, right?"
Wang Ai raised his head and looked sideways at the long white clouds in the sky: "Let me tell you a story. There is an old man in China named Bai Fangli..."
