Vol 5 Chapter 79: Low intensity cycle (9)

When Moratti understood Wang Ai's request of "The weather is bad, please change", he was taken aback and laughed.
For him, this feeling is too strange. Most of the stars usually don’t have such a high level of intelligence, nor can they do this kind of handwriting. They are very direct and can be considered simple, so Moratti will treat them as children and compete in wisdom like chatting with Wang Ai. , Almost never.
"Well, I really can't do anything about the weather, but I can help you repair the house, or introduce you to an apartment in Milan?" Moratti looked at Wang Ai with interest: "Why would you choose Live in town? There are not many restaurants here."
"It might be because it's quiet." Wang Ai looked up at the outer wall, and pointed at it smoothly: "My home is right there. From here, there is a corner of the wall. There is no sound at night, and I sleep very comfortably. ."
"Don't you like to go out to play? You should be very popular with girls when you are so young and so rich." Moratti took a look at Wang Ai's finger. He actually knew where Wang Ai's house was. He asked when Si came to buy a house.
The nickname "Daddy" is well-deserved.
But Moratti's words touched Wang Ai's mind. Even though Leoni said that she had reached an agreement with Tiger that night, who knows? So Tan Tan: "Maybe it's because I'm so popular."
Moratti pushed down his glasses: "You are such an extraordinary young man. If you can keep going like this, you might become Pele, but this kind of persistence is difficult. I have seen too many ambitious young people. There are people, everyone’s goals are very high, but very few really go down and go far."
Moratti’s son Mario interjected: "What is the purpose of making money? Women, alcohol, poker tables, oh, and a sense of professional accomplishment are all needed. Most people want to take care of it, but it’s difficult to grasp them. balance."
Wang Ai smiled and looked at the father and son: "I think Massimo is in control."
Moratti pointed to his chest: "Me?"
"Yes." Wang Ai said with emotion: "You are very admirable. Your personality, love for football, and years of persistence, even on the other side of Eurasia, there are many people who praise you."
Moratti blew his whistle frivolously, and the taste of being praised made even the old man happy.
"So I think it's okay to stick to it. As long as you have determined your goals and are willing to pay some price for them, you can stick to them. You are like this, and so are I.
"So, what is your goal?"
"Honor! I want personal honor and collective honor!"
"What do you think of Inter Milan? Oh, I don't want those high-sounding words, look at the three of us now, no one will pass your words."
"I have come here in pursuit of honor. I think that the era of the Great International is about to reappear and I hope to be one of them."
Moratti did not get as excited as Mario, but tasted: "In other words, you don't have much love for Inter Milan?"
"I like Inter Milan very much, it has a high status in my heart, but I have to make a choice." Wang Ai said vaguely.
Moratti was a little sad for a moment. He hoped that his favorite players could wear a blue and black jersey for a lifetime, even though he knew it was impossible. But when Wang Ai said so, he broke his illusion and told him: I am also a professional player in this era.
Realizing that the old man was a little sad, Wang Ai softened: "If the international team is always strong, then I will always be here."
"If you've been here all the time, keeping this lifestyle and game state, then here will always be strong." Mario said when his father was speechless for a while.
Moratti heard what his son said, nodded, and looked at Wang Ai: "I am going to give you a big contract, I... eh?"
Mario pulled his father's arm: Oh, my father!
Before the embarrassment floated on Moratti's face, Wang Ai's words came: "No, Massimo, don't try to buy me out with a big contract. It's impossible, you can't afford it."
Mario also said cleanly: "Yes, Dad, Wang's personal income last year was almost half of our club's. We really can't afford him."
"Okay." Moratti admitted his fate and vomited: "I haven't felt poverty in a long time."
A few people laughed, and the proposal went with the wind. Moratti learned that Wang Ai did not have any plans to play for Inter for life, but he also got the promise he wanted: as long as the international team is strong, he will stay there. This is enough. It is also quite calm, rational and honest. attitude. This is not an adult in the general sense, but a psychological maturity.
After a while, Moratti said: "If you have any trouble in life, just tell me. Since you choose to self-discipline to play for the team, I should help you as well. Right, You said you feel that the era of the Great International is about to reappear, is there any reason?"
Wang Ai looked at the old man and smiled: "It's mainly you. Your persistent efforts will always have a good result. Of course, if you follow your habits, it can also be attributed to touching God? In short, I have this feel."
"So, are there any obstacles?"
Wang Ai shook his head and shrugged, and said with a smile, "I don't know."
Moratti looked at Wang Ai with interest for two seconds after his glasses, and he understood Wang Ai's subtext: the struggle within the club and the contradictions within the team, I will not participate.
This was a statement that made him somewhat regretful and quite relieved. This means that the internal unity problem that has plagued Inter Milan for a long time is not a problem here. But at the same time, he wouldn't follow Moratti's preferences on which side. On the whole, he and Moratti's interests overlap, and they are both to reproduce the era of the Great International. He will not flatter anyone, and will remain neutral and on the sidelines for a long time.
This attitude is the same as before: I will be there if you do, and I will leave if you don't.
"Okay." Moratti, who was about to end the conversation, stopped: "Come here, I will invite you to dinner when I have the opportunity. Also, your skills are really amazing. You are only 20 years old. Will do."
Wang Ai smiled and nodded: "Yes, except for defense."
Moratti laughed again and patted Wang Ai on the shoulder. When Wang Ai waved and ran to the training ground, the father and son summarized under the office building.
"Do you believe what he said, father?"
"Why not? Mario, this is a guy who doesn't bother to lie, and he is also a guy who is really personally supreme, but he is not sacrificing the team to achieve himself, but constantly into a better collective."