Vol 6 Chapter 192: I smile to the sky from the side knife (2)

"Help the club get a lot of points? The top contributor to the league championship?" Xu Qinglian teased.
Wang Ai rolled his eyes: "I can't say which number is bad, and it's not easy to say, but I basically lost a few games last season. It is precisely because I played on the field and generally didn't get much support in the team state. Next, relying on my personal ability, I used goals in exchange for victory. This, Heynckes and the club executives know this."
"So, if the club doesn't give you face, you will let it go in such a game?"
"That's right." Wang Ai re-twisted and sprinkled: "In a certain win game I desperately score a goal to get the data. In a certain lose game I am in a bad state and can't get in. No one can say anything to me, right? I’m in a bad state, can’t I be in a bad state? Anyway, by the end of the year, I’m still the number one shooter, eh, who can say anything? What can I say except for praise?"
"Don't say you are a master at abuse of food?"
Wang Ai glanced at Xu Qinglian, suddenly raised his hand, and a string of water droplets fell on Xu Qinglian, slowly explaining in Xu Qinglian’s teeth and claws:
Bayern’s loss is not because of strength, but because of form. You must lose. The game will lose regardless of whether the opponent is strong or weak, and the game that should be won will be won regardless of whether the opponent is strong or weak."
Xu Qinglian, whose clothes were wet, took off her coat and put it in the washing machine. She took a set of dry underwear and put it on: "You and the club are really fighting wits, you didn't seem to be like this before?"
Today, Xu Qinglian was unwell, and Wang Ai didn’t splash water anymore:
It’s different. Moratti is really kind to me. If I want to calculate him, it’s too unkind. But in other places, don’t say anything, players can’t. Bringing benefits to the club, do you think the club will turn its face? What status does Raul play in Real Madrid? Isn't it still being kicked out? As long as my scoring ability is still there, I will toss the club with a smile. Not to mention me. It’s not much torment, the salary is lower than them, the contribution is definitely not smaller than them, and I never cause trouble off the court. Hey, Qinglian, if I were not a woman, I would think I am a saint!"
"Even in terms of women, I am less than them..."
"Then how much do you want?"
"Cough cough, it's enough, enough now." Wang Ai deliberately clutched his waist: "Hey, it's sucked dry by you."
Xu Qinglian gave Wang Ai a blank look. When Wang Ai went back to the bedroom and walked in front of the computer to monitor the Internet public opinion for the last time, she poured a glass of milk on her hand, and then sat down and said, "It stands to reason that you are a child of a big capitalist. Why do you know so many methods of working class struggle?"
"It's just because I'm a child of a big capitalist?" Wang Ai laughed and said, "Isn't an exploiter who doesn't study the proletariat, or a qualified exploiter? Look at others, in order to take up more of the proletarian's working time. Work hard, the method is also very clever."
Xu Qinglian covered her face; "You really worked hard to bury yourself. If you have the ability, you can talk to Uncle Wang and Aunt Ai."
"Tell them what's wrong?" Wang Ai asked back, and suddenly his tone sank: "No matter what I think in my heart, in reality I am an exploiter after all. If I don't often bury myself, I'm really afraid that I will be transformed by capital. Human nature finally stood on the opposite side of the people."
Xu Qinglian looked at Wang Ai and reached out to touch the back of his hand: "Others are as successful as you, and don't know how cool they are every day, but you are either worried about this or that."
"Yeah." Wang Ai drank the milk in one sip and turned off the computer: "Our house, the foundation is too shallow, the development is too violent, like a one-legged giant, looking fierce, but the weakness is too obvious. You probably did it all these years I noticed that so many rich people on the list did not end well, and those who did well did not have a good comment. We don't think too much about it."
Speaking of this, Wang Ai got up and hugged Xu Qinglian towards the bed, turned off the lights, pulled the blanket over the two of them, went out and pushed the window up, and then lay down and said: "Qinglian, you I, of course, and other sisters, including my parents, all came up from below. Although trembling makes people laugh, but your shy don’t make people laugh? What’s up here in our house? The two martyrs were not regular troops, but guerrillas, not combatants but trafficmen, and trafficmen among the common people. You see? No matter how hard we fight, they are nouveau riche in the eyes of others. It’s luck. So, I'd rather make people look down on us and say that we don’t have the guts, and don’t make people angry and think about you."
"But I think Mr. Wanda’s son is like that, what?" Xu Qinglian rolled over, resting on her forearm and looking at Wang Ai with interest: "I didn’t know this person at all before. What is Wang, eh, don't you know? He put that 4s..."
"Big S..."
"You know!" Xu Qinglian grabbed Wang Ai's hair by the sideburn: "Did you like her?"
Wang Ai said hey: "What do you like? Taiwan's cultural dross can grow out of my eyes? Can the heroine of a mentally handicapped idol come into my eyes?"
Xu Qinglian, who was satisfied with Wang Ai’s answer, said,
Anyway, they got married last year, and then Mr. Wang’s son publicly attacked their family. This is too rare among the big businessmen. The scolding is hard to hear, and it almost amounts to pointing. The nose scolded."
"Yeah." Wang Ai closed his eyes and wanted to sleep, and Xu Qinglian stabbed him: "Say."
"Eh, what are you talking about? The grandfather of the other man is the old Red Army, just like us?" Wang Ai sighed, "You don't know the ending of the last rich man who came out of Liaoyang? This is the result of no foundation, just a little bit. The wind can blow it down. Our family should not be too close or too far away from the leader. The foundation can only be built on the needs of the country, and it must have a good reputation."
"But what should I do if the accumulated bones are destroyed?"
"That's why you want a good reputation." Wang Ai hugged Xu Qinglian to his chest and closed his eyes: "The better the reputation, the higher the cost of splashing dirty water, and the stronger the deterrent effect. If it is reversed, the usual reputation It's not good, it always makes people wonder, then doesn't the leader have to work hard to protect it?"
"In the final analysis, I still rely on myself."
"Yes, frank, open and upright, everything is in the sight of the superiors, dedicated to the country and obeying orders, making people have nothing to say. When we are really going to be bullied, other people can't stand it anymore. In this After all, there are more patriots in the country."
"It's a minority in the economy, and a majority in the standpoint. Does that mean?" Xu Qinglian asked, "Does your communist ideals also apply?"
Wang Ai opened his eyes: "How can I be so scheming? Besides, can I really hide it from you?"