Vol 2 Chapter 246: Golden jersey

At 7 pm on June 8th, the Chinese national team boarded the bus collectively and rushed to the Jeju Stadium, where Brazil is playing tonight. In addition to the coaching staff and the internationals on the 18-member list, other delegation members have already rushed to the Jeju Stadium, including Jonas, who hurriedly arrived at noon yesterday. This is also the only German in the delegation.
In the coach, members of the coaching team are sitting in the front row, and the leader Zhu Heyuan is sitting in the last row. The internationals are sitting in the middle. Wang Ai and Zhao Junzhe are in front. Hao Haidong and Qi Hong are in front. Xu Yunlong. However, Wang Ai was not in his seat at the moment, but was standing and dancing in the front row of the aisle.
It is said that at this time only the leader has the power to make the final mobilization, but Wang Aifei needs to make two sentences, and the coaching staff is not stopped.
"I say, today we are facing Brazil. I do n’t care how much you like them, and I am not allowed to look for someone to ask for a jersey after the game. They are well-known stars, and this is the World Cup. The value of collection, when someone retires, maybe one can sell hundreds of thousands of millions. If you ask someone for a jersey, it is equivalent to asking someone for money. "
"Isn't that polite." I mumbled who didn't know.
"Alas!" Wang Ai spurned: "I said you were stupid? You just held on to their jerseys, and you didn't think that your jerseys were valuable or not? Brazil is not a frequent guest in the World Cup, but we are the first The next time, it is loaded into the history of Chinese football. The value of jerseys depends on market demand. Brazil's small population and slow economic development are destined for their jersey prices. Where we are different, we have a large population and economic development. Quick, there are many rich people. As long as we sell domestically, the price will definitely not be lower than them. Besides, do you know who has the most valuable jersey in this game? "
"Ronald is awful, who else?" Xu Yunlong said.
"He?" Wang Ai shook his lips. "You are not convinced that you have no culture. The most valuable thing is my jersey!"
"You ... Cut!" The nations laughed.
After everyone smiled, Wang Ai only slowly squeaked his fingers: "I'll figure it out for you, I'm just 14 this year, I can play at least 20 years. I have scored three goals in this World Cup, free kick Hat-trick, so many games all over the world, only I and Mikhailovich have done it, and I am the only one in the World Cup. 诶 You said, how much is my jersey worth? My series of records is overweight, Coupled with my future football achievements, how much is this jersey worth? Ronaldo is 26 this year, and can play at most for seven or eight years. The Brazilian has a poor ability to discipline himself, and he is already at its peak. And me? The point is higher than him? Even if I am mediocre in the future, then I will sell it to the Chinese. Can you say, how much is my jersey worth? "
The international players are dumbfounded. Why would they think so much, but Xiao Wang said that, it really seems like it.
Wang Ai sneered with his shoulders: "You guys are blind, and I'm standing in front of you like this, you can't see it, and you're still thinking about your opponent's clothes! If you don't know gold and jade, what do you know? Do you mean? I can't see Tarzan in a leaf, do you know what that means? Dog eyes ... "
Before Wang Ai finished speaking, several international players in the front row rushed up and shouted, "Grab gold."
Wang Ai took a step back, stretched her right hand, and a crutch came across.
Chi Shangbin hurriedly stood up and smiled to persuade the crowd, turning back and criticizing Wang Ai: "Little King, don't make trouble. You said they are illiterate, illiterate people will not speak reason, they will fist, and then you beat you now In this way, you can't run away even if you run away. "
"Late guide, I am a vulnerable group now, they bully me, can't you just watch?" Wang Ai shook the crutches under his ribs.
Chi Shangbin nodded: "We must not look at it, provided that you actively seek bullying is not counted."
"Darkness!" Wang Ai sighed and no longer ignored Chi Shangbin, who shook her head and laughed, and returned to her seat limping.
When passing by Hao Haidong, Hao Haidong patted Wang Ai's shoulder sympathetically, and found a hundred dollar bill from his pocket and stuffed it in Wang Ai's jacket. Others followed suit. Wang Ai also made a special trip to the back of the car, along the way Banknotes like rain. But the acting skills of this group of people are so bad that they can't cry, but their sore faces are pumping.
Returning to his seat, Wang Ai lowered his walking stick and snickered at Zhao Junzhe as he took out his pocket: "I'm rich ... oh, this, this, and this, how are all Korean won ... Lao Hao! A rich man with an annual salary of several million. I said you would give me a dollar for such a long time, are you sorry? "
Wang Ai slaps on the front seats and laughs in the bus.
As the car drove to the Golden Jeju Stadium, there were already many Chinese fans waving national flags on both sides of the road, and the international players waved or applauded outside the car window. The speed of the bus also slowed down.
"How is it going?" Zhao Junzhe whispered, waving to the window with a smile.
"Everything is normal." Wang Ai patted Zhao Junzhe's shoulder: "Little ghost, rest assured, win glory for the country."
Zhao Junzhe raised an eyebrow. If it weren't for the fans to watch, he would pinch Wang Ai's head and ask him what kind of garlic. Last night, he returned at more than 9 o'clock in the training ground, and found that the arrested man and woman disappeared in the room. Today the national team was calm and calm, as if nothing had happened. If Zhao Junzhe had confidence in Wang Ai's character, he doubted whether these two people had been broken by Wang Ai and Sun Yi ...
"Little devil, rest assured and win glory for the country." Wang Ai patted Zhao Junzhe's shoulder again, but this time in Hunan dialect.
Zhao Junzhe touched the tone and dialect, suddenly realized, and excitedly pointed to the top: "What did they say?"
Wang Ai shrugged. In fact, he didn't know much. He could say that it was over. People didn't allow him to "forward" ...
"You said they watched us, too?"
"What do you think?" Wang Ai asked: "They don't watch the ball when they are idle. They are the same to relax and relax. Of course, the premise is that you want to play well, and you want to kick people to look straight. Then who wants to watch? "
"Today I promise to work hard for one!" Zhao Junzhe pumped himself up, then hesitated again: "Brazil, you dare to think of the ground breaking too old, no one in our country says we can win, let alone Win, not even flat. Yesterday, all the newspapers in South Korea reported that they said, 'The Great Wall of China against Samba Corps'. We rank in the world in the 50s and others rank in the world. We want to be positive with others. ... "
"Not a chance." Wang Ai sighed and replied.