Reborn on Top of Football

At noon on the 23rd, Wang Ai walked out of the airport corridor among a group of athletes. If he wasn't tall and everyone was looking for him hard, he was almost confused by him.

It was probably arranged by the superiors. Although the reporters instinctively planned to rush towards him at the first moment, they all dispersed in the end. Wang Ai was very happy. Originally, the Olympic Games is a multi-sports event, no matter how important the 100 meters and the long jump are, they are also medals. If all the ordinary members on the list came to him, he would make countless enemies.

There are as many events as there are in the Olympics, and he has made enough of the limelight.

Under this "guiding ideology", Wang Ai hurried away after only answering one question. He didn't respond much to the welcoming crowd holding "9 seconds 48". Basically, he kept walking, smiling, and waving. It stopped and passed by.

Anyway, the leader didn't arrange for him to speak, and the leader didn't speak at all, and everyone was eager to return.

In the parking lot, Xu Qinglian, Leoni, and Shi Wenjun who had returned from the "German Beauty" were waiting for him. After getting into the big van, Xu Qinglian looked Wang Ai up and down: "Don't say it, wearing a dirty coat on purpose has really knocked out your star color a lot."

Wang Ai grinned: "Otherwise, what should I do?"

Xu Qinglian giggled: "You made an agreement with the track and field team, let's go home directly?"

"Well, anyway, I'm not in a good way. After the Olympics, my use value is gone. The track and field team probably kicked me back to the Football Association, alas!" Wang Ai leaned on the chair and looked out the window lazily: " It's still hot in BJ."

"It was okay when I was in Rio, but when I came back, I suddenly felt homesick." The little beauty poked her head and glanced out of the window: "What will I have for dinner? My homesickness needs food to comfort me."

"Soy milk fritters! BJ snacks!" Wang Ai recommended.

"I'm not from BJ, I think about what snacks there are in Liaoyang..."

After arriving at the manor in the Summer Palace, I had a brief chat with Huang Xin and Kang Si, who were bringing their two children, and everyone went to beat the jet lag. When the sky darkened, several people woke up one after another, and there was a table of stew downstairs.

"Nourishing the stomach." Wang Ai took a deep breath and sat down happily: "This pork rib tofu is mine, no one is allowed to **** it!"

Xu Qinglian didn't sleep very well, she was in a daze, but she woke up after hearing this, and pressed the casserole in front of her: "This sauerkraut big bone is mine!"

Not to be outdone, the lion pulled over Chicken Stewed Mushroom Gu: "Mine!"

The little beauty reached out too late, so she stood up and dragged pork stewed vermicelli from Huang Xin: "I want this!"

Huang Xin and Kang Si looked at the four childish people in a funny way, and then lifted another tureen that was not noticed: "You don't know each other anymore, come to Kang Si, this Buddha jumping over the wall belongs to us."

If the five children were not there, they would almost have fought, and they all looked at other people's delicious food.

After the meal, the Rio trio went to find some children to play, and Wang Ai and Huang Xin accompanied Kang Si upstairs to talk and rest. It has been almost two months since Kang Si gave birth and Wang Ai has only appeared briefly for less than 24 hours. Kang Si specially picked some happy words to say.

From the narration of Kang Si and Huang Xin, Wang Ai intuitively realized the impact of his 100-meter breakthrough: the streets and alleys are full of joy, and everyone will talk about it when they meet. The last time it was so lively was when it won the World Cup in 2010, and it couldn't be compared in 2014.

"The brokerage companies on both sides are full of invitations, and the money is very generous. You still have to come back to make up your mind." Huang Xin said: "The contract renewal with Real Madrid has also been completed. You haven't read the details yet."

"Tell me briefly about Real Madrid." Wang Ai wrapped Kang Si's waist with one hand, and "lifted" Huang Xin up on her lap with the other.

Huang Xin secretly rolled his eyes, and was too lazy to talk nonsense with Wang Ai: "Basically, the content of the previous contract has continued. The salary has increased by 14%, the bonus has increased by 23%, and the rest has basically remained the same."

Wang Ai rested her chin on Kang Si's shoulder and tilted her head to look at Huang Xin. Her breathing made Kang Si's face itchy, and she subconsciously rubbed her face against Wang Ai's, just like a cat.

"It's a pity, I didn't count my 100-meter record breaking, right? Otherwise, there could be more."

"Forget it." Huang Xin pinched Wang Ai's mischievous hand lightly, and said seriously: "But your salary and Ronaldo's salary are linked, so even if the signing is on the 15th, it won't change too much. Although You have indeed improved your reputation and expanded your territory this time, but don’t forget that track and field is track and field after all, and your image is all in your own hands, so the increase in advertising that extends to Real Madrid is actually very limited.”

Kang Si also persuaded: "Yes, 30 million euros is already the largest salary in the history of Real Madrid."

Wang Ai let out a "hmm" in his nose: "Is there any problem with taxation? The Spanish IRS has been crazy for the past few years."

"No problem. I paid 3.5 million yuan at the end of last year, but it will not work at the end of this year. I have to pay about 10 million yuan."

"So I still lost money this year?" Wang Ai became excited.

Huang Xin gave Wang Ai a small look of contempt: "Last year, you didn't live in Spain for 183 days, so you were not considered a tax resident, so it was 25% of your Spanish income. This year is not enough. You have enough for 183 days, and your global income has to be paid as a tax resident." 43% charge."

"That is to say, I have to pay the Spanish IRS for the image licensing income I got in China? Why?" Wang Ai yelled.

Kang Si laughed, and Huang Xin said flatly, "It's as if you didn't pay taxes to Britain and Germany before."

"Then..." Wang Ai rolled his eyes: "I live in Madrid except around the match day, how about going back to China at other times?"

"China's personal tax is two points higher than Spain's." Huang Xin was expressionless.

"Then I live scattered! Anyway, I have houses everywhere!" Wang Ai gritted his teeth.

"That's where you pay from." Huang Xin's contempt reached its peak: "Do you think that the tax agreements of various countries can leave you with loopholes? With your high income, you are the best match anywhere!"

Kang Si burst out laughing, and Wang Ai laughed too: "The top match works well!"

Huang Xin also said with a smile: "You don't have to worry about taxation. We have entrusted the accounting firm that Real Madrid cooperates with our Chinese firm to handle it."

"A Chinese accounting firm..." Wang Ai hesitated.

Huang Xin hit Wang Ai: "Don't worry, Chinese accountants are not as capable as the Big Four, but the environment is not good. The bosses want to evade taxes. What do you ask them to do? You don't have this requirement. Of course they do business. How much to laugh at you in private."

"Dare you say I'm stupid?" Wang Ai became excited again.

"You're not finished, are you?" Huang Xin just said something, then suddenly lost her focus: "Hey..."

"Yeah, I'll give you a tough one today!" Wang Ai held down Huang Xin, and suddenly pushed Kang Si who was secretly laughing: "Two months!"

"Don't you have three of them?"

"I mean your dish!"