Reborn on Top of Football

Wang Ai and Zhang Bin talked a lot.

Having been friends for many years, Zhang Bin even watched the "star Wang Ai" grow up, saving a lot of trial and error. Moreover, Wang Ai has not been interviewed by CCTV since he arrived in Real Madrid, and there are too many topics backlogged, so the two talked for more than two hours with a cup of tea and a sofa.

It wasn't until the director came to remind him that Zhang Bin reluctantly interrupted the conversation and said a few lines to the camera. When the lights dimmed and the audience dispersed, he suddenly remembered: "Hey, I haven't eaten lunch yet. Let's go!" Let's go, high and low, let me treat you once."

"Look at how stingy you are, invite me to the cafeteria? Let me invite you!" Wang Ai waved his hand generously.

"You are arrogant? Didn't you say that you changed places?" Zhang Bin unbuttoned his suit and said with a smile, "In terms of assets, you are ten thousand times more stingy than me!"

Wang Aiyi put his arm around Zhang Bin's shoulder: "I'll give you a chance to invite Shuangliao Chaoju to dinner! It's enough for you to blow with your grandson one day with a stick."

"That's it?" Zhang Bin shook his hands: "I've already saved enough, okay?"

The two bickered all the way to the cafeteria. Zhang Bin went to explain for a while, and a simple work meal was served. Wang Ai instantly forgot who Zhang Bin was, and picked up the fast food and ate it. It's a waste of brains.

"Is it decided to be the dean?" Zhang Bin didn't eat too much, and saw that Wang Ai had almost eaten and started chatting again.

"If the foot representative will not deny it." Wang Ai said simply and continued to eat.

Zhang Bin leaned on the plastic chair and didn't speak. He raised his head to think about things, and said after a while: "You have a big momentum in the first place, but now you have a bigger momentum. It makes no sense."

Wang Ai raised his head and glanced at him: "Brother Zhang, when the time comes, the two of us have something to discuss."

Zhang Bin savored it for a while: "Director Gao is employing the right people."

Wang Ai continued to eat without raising his head: "What wind did you hear?"

"I haven't heard any wind, but what does it mean to use you as the dean, you can understand after a little thought."

Wang Ai raised his head and said seriously: "Which side will the sports channel stand at that time?"

Zhang Bin also said seriously: "We are a formal media."

Wang Ai shook his head: "What if everyone sticks to their own words and makes sense?"

Zhang Bin frowned now: "So serious?"

Wang Ai smiled: "Just plan ahead."

Zhang Bin pondered for a while: "For someone else, I would say stay neutral, wait and see, and wait for the final conclusion. But if it were you, we would tend to believe you."

Wang Ai stretched out his hand across the table: "Thank you Brother Zhang."

After Zhang Bin and Wang Ai shook hands, it was like letting go of a heavy burden: "Can you tell me how serious it is now?"

"I don't believe you don't know at all." Wang Ai smiled and said with a complicated expression: "In fact, I am not the ideal one. My age, working hours, social relations, family background and even popularity are the most ideal right now. suitable."

"how to say?"

Wang Ai said in a low voice: "Slipping the tip of the pen, you will get your salary for a few lifetimes. Nodding your head and saying something, you will get your salary for decades. How big a test is this? So, why me? Isn't it that I can't buy it? But Is it ideal? But right now it can only be like this."

Suddenly, Zhang Bin didn't say any more, but he had some calculations in his heart.

Although the Football Association is a people's organization, but football has such a great influence, no one dares to hand over the head of the Football Association to a pure outsider, even to the extent of Wang Ai, and even the more influential the outsider, the more inappropriate. After all, the country's important weapon should not be given lightly to others.

The Football Association manages the Chinese Super League, which is considered a joint-stock company. It stands to reason that the managers of the Chinese Super League should be paid as high as the CEOs of ordinary companies. But the problem is that the manager of the Chinese Super League is under the chairman of the Football Association. It is unreasonable for the salary of his subordinates to be higher than that of his superiors, even dozens of times higher.

This dilemma is the same as the salary of the local coach can't always be announced.

And this is not the most serious thing. After all, the general chairman of the football association either has a high status or a big enough ideal, but what about the managers other than the chairman of the football association? They are all figures who dominate the golden mountains and silver seas, but they can only be the God of Wealth, what kind of concentration is this?

Right now, there are people like Wang Ai who have no desires and desires, or people like Lao Gao who are already financially free.

Not ideal, but appropriate.

"Are you doing any other interviews recently?"

Zhang Bin sent Wang Ai to the parking lot downstairs, and asked suddenly when he saw that Wang Ai was about to get in the car.

Wang Ai blinked back and smiled: "No, the superior didn't arrange it, and of course I wouldn't arrange it."

"Hey, good!" Zhang Bin smiled, and even jumped up and down after Wang Ai's car drove away.

If Wang Ai had other interview plans, he had to hurry up and release the show, but Wang Ai didn't, so...hehe, don't blame Fatty Zhang for cutting the two-hour talk show into eight episodes for serialization! Recently, I'm worried about what happened to the special program for New Year's Day, isn't this the one?

With today's information density, interspersed with some wonderful performance shots, and some passerby interviews and past exclusive interview shots, what happened to the eight episodes? Replays have ratings!

Zhang Bin was thinking about something good, but Wang Ai didn't go home, but went to Chaoyue Entertainment to shoot a commercial. Now as long as he returns to China, there must be a lot of sponsors' shooting plans to fulfill, but Wang Ai is still easy to talk to, and Wang Ai will nod even if some of the year-round cooperation is a little bit beyond the requirements of the contract. Although it is necessary to shoot some videos from time to time in Spain, and post some event news with sponsor shots on personal social accounts, it is still not as good as in a professional studio.

The matter of catching up with "diplomatic privileges" is busy, and who doesn't want to take the opportunity to make a fortune.

"Hey Mom, my love for the motherland will be consumed by these guys who smell like money." Back at home in Haidian, Wang Ai threw himself on the sofa carelessly, not wanting to move.

A few women who were either taking care of the children or were busy cooking or discussing something all gave him a blank look, and ignored his clear application of "seeking care and warmth". Wang Ai waited for a long time. It was no fun, so I had to get up to help with shy brows and drooping eyes, but when no one was paying attention, I gave the little beauty a "Herrick First Aid" in the upper position, which made the little white fish lose his temper and scratched him several times like a cat Bundle.

If it weren't for the children who happened to go downstairs to eat, Wang Ai would be useless today.

"Doctor, do you still remember that you told me to investigate the employment of disabled people in Northeast China a few years ago?" During the dinner, Kang Si suddenly asked.

"Huh? Isn't that an extension of our charity program and employment program? What's wrong?"

"Hee hee." Kang Si was a little embarrassed: "The opportunity has ripened recently, and I want to ask your opinion."

"Are you mature?" Wang Ai scratched his face: "I know you have been following this matter, but I haven't heard any news. Why are you suddenly mature?"