Vol 7 Chapter 92: Colorful clouds flying in the mountains (2)

After the dinner last night, Zhang Jilong, Shen Xiangfu, Chen Yang, Bai Guanghai and other domestic groups of relatives and friends left one after another, probably returning by the same flight. So tonight it was quite quiet at home. Wang Ai felt okay after dinner and took the ball to the training ground. Zhang Yin and Zhao Junzhe were still there, as were the children. For him, this is an irrelevant "public welfare activity", but for the guests, especially the children, it may be the most precious experience in life.
The laughter and laughter reached the sky, and Wang Ai promised to bring the trophy next time, and the children would go back reluctantly. Wang Ai got out of the car and walked to the house when he was a few hundred meters away from the car.
"Can't we leave after the new year? Look at the moon, there's only half a month left." Wang Ai glanced at Li Jun.
"It's easy to be an assistant, Mr. Shi has already gotten started." Li Jun smiled.
Wang Ai nodded.
"If I go back to the Public Security Bureau early, I can catch up with the year-end bonus there."
Wang Ai turned his head to look at Li Jun, and suddenly flew a kick. Li Jun successfully predicted and jumped aside.
"How much money do you have as an unemployed police officer? How much do I have here? You don't know how to count!"
Li Jun clenched his fist in front of his chest and stared at his small eyes: "Freedom!"
Wang Ai smashed Li Jun with the ball, Li Jun lightly unloaded it with his foot, and pushed it in front of Wang Ai with a few pushes. Wang Ai stepped forward and stepped over the football, knocked his back foot, hooked the outside of his front foot, and the ball flew up and then touched the other leg's knee, and the football returned to Li Jun's front. Li Jun took the ball and performed a Marseille round before kicking it back. Wang Ai dashed forward with the ball and made a Cruyff turn and went back.
The brothers were like they were on the country road 20 years ago, coming and going.
The difference between the big men rarely wipes tears, but it does not mean that he is not uncomfortable. Wang Ai has too many secrets. It is difficult to find a trustworthy person to deal with him, and Li Jun is not an ordinary college graduate. It may be the second time to find a chance to work next to a celebrity of Wang Ai's level.
However, Li Jun also has his own dreams and the power to pursue them. No matter how unreasonable his dream is, as a friend, he can only choose to stand.
Li Jun decided to go back in the first three days of his small year, that is, after accompanying Wang Ai through 22 rounds of the Premier League, he made an agreement with the Criminal Police Team of the LY City Public Security Bureau. The rest of the week is to do various work handovers. Shi Wenjun has just arrived, and Leoni has to leave again. This time she is going to North Textile to take a rotation, so Shi Wenjun's work task is not only Wang Ai. He also supervises CY Sports, and works as Wang Ai's scientific research assistant.
At the door of the house, Wang Ai collected the ball: "Well, I'll hold a farewell dinner for you when the time comes."
Li Jun smiled and didn't object. He knew that this was the last request of his buddy. He has seen too much in the past three years, and he has always been a little bit repulsive and unsuitable for this kind of life under the bright lights and around the super giants. My buddy can adapt to it because my buddy has been grand since he was a child. He can't, he is a commoner. Instinct disgust and disgust for all kinds of false feelings and false feelings that can't be rejected, and it's up to my buddies to endure it for three years.
In the early morning of the next day, Wang Ai felt completely recovered, so he got up in the dark night and took the ball out for a morning run, as if he was not the one who made headlines all over the world in the past two days. It's not him who is watching, it's not him who seems to be holding the Golden Ball trophy, as if the whole person is glowing, and it's not him who makes Manchester City Hall allow fireworks to celebrate. Just on the desolate hills on the eastern outskirts of Manchester, walking between the withered leaves and branches, he was accompanied by the sound of rolling footballs and two lines of sweat that continued to tick to no end.
In front of the newsstand, the boss looked at the steaming Chinese with admiration. He doesn't have many big stars in contact with him, but even if a player from an amateur team wins the annual award, he still has to celebrate for a few days and nights. How can the second day just come back to be the same as usual?
Saying nothing to Wang Ai's change, Wang Ai just took two copies of "The Times"...
"This is for you." After a while, Wang Ai came back and handed one of them with a smile.
The boss looked down and saw the blank space on the last page that read: "Memorial of the first morning exercise after winning the Golden Globe Award for the fourth time, Wang Ai, January 14, 2014."
When the boss looked up again, Wang Ai had already gone far.
This morning, Wang Ai was sorting out his special report on the construction of football culture. There was a knock on the door. Wang Ai frowned and turned around, only to find that Leoni was holding his black mobile phone: "Director Wei Di's."
"Just finished the call yesterday afternoon." Wang Ai took the phone and pressed the call button to his ear: "Leader, do you want to see the report? Football culture construction? Well, the second part has been It's done, I'm working on the third part, and it's coming soon. I want to be more careful and revise it to make it more accurate. Well, if you're in a hurry, I'll send you a draft... Oh, that's good, good, I'll be in the next year I should be able to finish it. Well, there is nothing to do in the UK during the Chinese New Year. I just need to go to the consulate general, maybe even the embassy to participate in activities for a day or two. Busy for a whole year, hehe."
After chatting about it, Wang Ai thought that Wei Di was just asking about this, so he wanted to end the call, but Wei Di suddenly asked, "Do you want the King of the Ball?"
Wang Ai said unexpectedly: "No, Director, I didn't ask you for instructions, I said I don't want it. By the way, I also expressed the same meaning to Vice Chairman Zhang, should he also return to China? Report to you right?"
Wei Di pondered for a moment on the phone: "Don't you know yet?"
"What?" Wang Ai was even more at a loss.
"That's right." Wei Di muttered to himself before formally telling Wang Ai: "CCTV Sports Channel made a documentary for you. It was just finished last night, and it can still be seen on CCTV. It's called "The Birth of a Ball King"."
Wang Ai turned around in his head twice before he understood the meaning of the leader's words, and suddenly he was shocked: "I don't know, I really don't know, they didn't tell me to make a documentary, but they interviewed me before and after the award ceremony at the Zurich Hotel that night, After the banquet I took them to, I did some interviews. It was the same in previous years, and I didn’t tell me there was a documentary.

Seeing that Wei Di was silent, Wang Ai quickly continued: "You know me, the leader. If I really want what I want, I will tell you directly. Is it wrong to beat around the bush? Modern football is not the emperor's enthronement. You have to ask three times. Yes, just take it and no one will say anything, what am I doing with this whole thing?"