Reborn on Top of Football

"Oh oh oh!" Wang Ai suddenly said, "It's this kid."

"A kid? He's five years older than you."

"Ah... yes, you continue."

"My judgment is that the overall domestic sports world is still under pressure, and the theme of Olympic defeat has not passed, so it is still inappropriate for you to be interviewed at this time as an Olympic champion. During this time, I let the agency of Beyond have been collecting relevant information. Information, at least there is no exclusive interview with the Olympic champion in the national media.” Leonie paused and continued: “But your current situation is indeed understandable, after all, other Olympic champions are supported by the state. It is a profession, and the requirements of the club must be considered. Of course, this is not the key point. The key point is that your achievements are too outstanding. There must be a lot of requests for interviews. The Football Association and the Sports Bureau should not be able to suppress them. The reason why Real Madrid Florentino is impatient. Of course, there is also the fact that you take the initiative to ask for instructions and report without acting on your own, which also satisfies your superiors. After all, not accepting interviews with national media is not a clear order, but a tacit understanding of everyone. Besides, the domestic national level listens to the superiors, and other people's Olympic champions do not have as much international influence as you, or have such strong international news value."

"Here, drink some water, it's rare for you to talk to me so clearly."

Leonie rolled her eyes at Wang Ai charmingly, took a sip of water and said, "If you don't like it, I will change it, and I will obey you in everything."

Wang Ai smiled: "Then what do you mean, just do it like this?"

"Of course, this is all taken care of for you. I guess this interview will definitely not spread widely in the country. At most, some small clips in small newspapers will have a little meaning. The main manuscripts should still be for overseas Chinese and overseas Chinese groups. .”

Wang Ai nodded: "Understood, what I said is really caring. The European branch is mainly responsible for supplying articles to the country. Now they are cut off and asked to interview and review. If there is no leader, they will definitely not be willing."

"Then I'll contact you?"

"Let's get in touch." Wang Ai handed the phone to Leoni, and there was a contact number from Yan Shiduo on it.

It was really not difficult for a fully loaded Real Madrid to play an away game against Osasuna. They let go of the kick and played happily, winning 5:2. After the game, Leoni also finished contacting, both Xinhua News Agency and Real Madrid have finished contacting. Let the media on both sides check the timetable first, and then contact her to make a final confirmation.

When I went home in the evening and had dinner with the slight autumn wind blowing, I called again. The media on both sides had already negotiated, and the date was set for tomorrow!

"Tsk, the one who makes money is to do things quickly!" Wang Ai exclaimed, shaking the quickie when she saw Leonie hung up the phone.

"You're almost calling Deputy Director Yan bureaucratic." Leoni said bluntly.

Wang Ai patted the table: "How can you say that!"

The guards and assistants in the restaurant laughed, and Marisa whispered: "If you talk about bureaucracy, China is really nothing."

Wang Ai laughed aloud: "That's fifty steps laughing at a hundred steps."

After everyone laughed for a while, Wang Aicai said: "No matter how much Chinese cadres do better than their international counterparts, we ordinary people can't relax. Our dissatisfaction is the driving force for various reforms, and eventually we will become more and more successful. The better."

After the meal, Leoni showed Wang Ai the initially agreed interview outline, and Wang Ai glanced at it and put down the outline: "Actually, there is nothing I can't say, but the media has too many things that can't be reported, so that's it. By the way, When will my order arrive?"

"The day after tomorrow." Leoni put away the outline and glanced at Wang Ai: "Do you really want to play?"

"Why don't you play?" Wang Ai opened his eyes wide: "I'm a rare thing, and I'll tell you after twenty years!"

"But you don't have a driver's license!"

"What kind of driver's license does Sanbangzi use?" Wang Ai disagreed: "Maybe we will need it in the future, isn't it still in the initial stage, and all parties are not prepared how to deal with this thing. We can just see the needles and have a good time."

Leoni looked at Wang Ai and hesitated for a moment: "I told the manufacturer and made restrictions. If you are angry, I will do the same."

Wang Ai scratched his face: "Okay, if I say I don't let you take care of it, I guess the couple at home will have to be killed overnight."

Leoni smiled triumphantly: "I've finally pinched your vitals."

Wang Ai's face turned pale: "Can you stop the unity of knowing and doing?"

"Really don't want it?" Leoni turned her body sideways and bent her upper body.

"Um…"

Early the next morning, Wang Ai happily looked at the pictures in the email, and didn't even hear Leoni coming behind her.

"Aren't you ready? The reporters will be here soon."

"Oh." Wang Ai withdrew his gaze and still pointed at the computer excitedly: "This thing, do I need to buy a helmet or something? And goggles?"

"It's all there. It's packaged. It's all right. I can play it tomorrow. You can go downstairs first." Leonie took Wang Ai's hands and pulled him up, looked up and down, and nodded with satisfaction: "It's so handsome , I am worthy of being a man who serves."

Wang Ai glanced at the mirror. His upper body was a white T-shirt from Real Madrid, his lower body was a pair of simple trousers, his hair was short, and Adi's casual shoes were on his feet. He looked fresh and bright.

"Not bad." Wang Ai walked to the door satisfied: "Are the ingredients ready? I have to invite them to eat at home at noon."

"After the interview, ask them what they want to eat. Our family is a chef."

At nine o'clock in the morning, three media outlets, Xinhua News Agency, EFE News Agency, and "Marca" came together. When a handsome middle-aged man saw Wang Ai, he left his peers and strode forward with open arms and hugged Wang Ai: "My Friends, I can see you!"

"Yeah, Martin, I miss you too!" Wang Ai let go of his arms and looked at his old friend: "I'll treat you to dinner at noon."

After the two exchanged pleasantries, Wang Aicai stepped forward to shake hands with senior reporters from two national news agencies: "Welcome, please."

As he spoke, Wang Ai led as many as nine reporters from three media outlets to his living room. Several photographers stayed outdoors and took pictures of the main building on the third floor before stepping into the house. This was all negotiated in advance. Wang Ai didn't mind either. He poured tea for a few people and said with a smile, "Shall we chat first or start directly?"

The middle-aged woman from the EFE Agency looked at the confident Martin and the smiling Chinese counterparts, hesitated for a moment and said, "Wang, can I ask a question? This question has been lingering in my mind for a long time."

Wang Ai smiled and made a gesture of invitation.

"Why are there so many people in your family? There are also many people in Messi's family, but they are all his relatives, but you are obviously not here, and even your children are not around. I heard that most of them are your protection, your safety Is the problem really that serious?"