Reborn on Top of Football

Chen Tao didn't tell Wang Ai the answer, and Wang Ai didn't ask any questions. After returning home, I told the women, but the women just sighed and didn't ask any questions.

Relying on Tübingen Youth's luxurious youth training system and Wang Ai's generous investment in Depor's youth training facilities, although Chen Tao is still the backbone of Depor, his dependence on him has been greatly weakened.

Wang Ai doesn't allow his company to be incapable of anyone leaving it, even his women have to be rotated...

On the afternoon of the 11th, Wang Ai was in great shape on the training ground. Zidane knew that Wang Ai had not been very tired in the past half month, so the starting lineup for the next day became the returning center Benzema and C. Luo Wangai has two super left and right wingers, and Isco serves as the attacking midfielder. The young player Asensio failed to score in the last game and will be on the bench this time.

However, Wang Ai saw the flames under Asensio's seemingly calm eyes, and his heart was filled with waves. When he got home, he complained to the woman: "Why do they treat me as a replaceable opponent? Do I average two goals per game?"

Huang Xin ate grapes: "After all, we are not averaging three goals per game, right? As long as the decline is endless, who will we be targeting if we don't target you?"

"But it took me five years to drop from three goals per game to two and a half goals per game. If they want to replace me, why can't they wait until I drop below one goal per game? All factors must be favorable to them."

Huang Xin looked at Wang Ai with a smile: "Today is your 30th birthday. Now you are really 30 years old, in every sense of the word."

Wang Ai's eyebrows jumped. Huang Xin peeled a grape and put it in Wang Ai's mouth: "Okay, don't be angry. I'll give them a good look the day after tomorrow. In fact, they are just delusional. When you were their age, you were a World Cup champion. You already have the Golden Boot, the Golden Ball, and the World Footballer of the Year. How can they replace you? Young people don’t know the heights of the world, so don’t argue with them.”

Wang Ai became even more angry when he said this, but it was difficult to say anything in front of Huang Xin, who was eight years older than him. Just then Kang Si, wearing a chef's hat, came over and said, "The dumplings are ready, do you want to eat?"

Looking at the circle of people, Wang Ai felt a little embarrassed: "I haven't celebrated my birthday in these years. I find it troublesome. If you think of me, I have to think of many, many people. I would rather think of you on big things." …”

"Are you shy?" Leonie approached Wang Ai: "The birthday boy?"

Wang Ai rolled his eyes and was pulled up by Leonie and pushed to the restaurant: "30 years old, it's a round number. Besides, the 30 years old for athletes is not the 30 years old for ordinary people, right? You can see the reports in newspapers and TV, domestic There’s even a special topic.”

"Really?" Wang Ai pretended to be interested.

"That's the official, red headline: Happy Birthday to Wang Ai!" Leonie took the phone and showed it to Wang Ai.

"How did you choose this photo? Did I close my eyes?" Wang Ai was not satisfied.

"You didn't say you have small eyes?"

"When someone laughs, his eyes are as wide as bells. Is that because he is laughing or angry?"

"Cough." Zhao Dan coughed suddenly, took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Wang Ai.

Wang Ai took it over and looked at it doubtfully, then suddenly raised his head: "Even your unit?"

Zhao Dan shook his head and smiled: "It's extremely rare, but you are someone who has worked with our unit for many years, someone who has made great contributions to the country, and someone who has good feelings for the military. So... you will see."

Wang Ai saw the proposal to add a full-time security guard to him in the second half of the congratulatory letter. Wang Ai breathed out softly: "Add, not replace?"

Zhao Dan, who was sitting, and Qian Ziqiang, who was standing with his hands tied and smiling, nodded at the same time. Wang Ai was relieved: "That's good. I have been with you for so many years. If I really have to leave you, I will not be able to sleep well for a few days."

Kangsi looked at everyone: "Um, do you need to write a reply?"

Then he pointed upstairs: "I received a large number this morning, and the names are so big that it scares people to death, and there are some..."

Leonie patted Kang Si on the shoulder: "You are a princess, aren't you more famous?"

"Then there's also a phone number. It's inconvenient to use it in the name of the company... I'm nothing but a wild princess. I only count if you give me face. If you don't give me face, it means nothing."

Wang Ai looked at the family members in the room with various expressions: "Take it down, some of you haven't seen it yet? To be honest, I haven't seen it either. When I was 20 years old, I was still young, and I made people laugh at my birthday. Who would imagine that turning 30 will come like snowflakes? Aren’t they afraid that my birth date is wrong? It’s all official, so isn’t that a joke?”

Huang Xin rolled her eyes at Wang Ai who was talking nonsense, got up and went up to the third floor, greeting Kang Si. After a while, she came down with a square box in her arms. When she saw that the dining table was already filled with dishes, she greeted everyone, and everyone arrived with a roar. In the living room, Kang Si looked greedily at a congratulatory letter with a bright red official seal in his hand.

China Sports Federation, Chinese Football Association, Chinese Athletics Association, Chinese Olympic Committee, 2022 World Cup Preparatory Committee, All-China Youth Federation, All-China Federation of Trade Unions, Youth Development Foundation, China Women’s Development Foundation, China Charity Federation, Red Cross, National Museum, General Office of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Institute of History, Academy of Social Sciences, Renmin University of China…

More than 20 people each received one, and the thickness in the box was only reduced by one-third. Leonie looked at the calm Wang Ai with pride and admiration: "Is this feeling similar to winning the championship, golden boots, and golden balls? A Grand Slam?"

"Hehe, hehe, haha, hahaha." As Wang Ai laughed loudly, the living room burst into laughter.

"You are not witnesses, you are participants." Wang Ai pointed to the assistants and guards: "Although I can't give them to you, and I can't allow you to go out and talk about it now, but I allow you to publish your memoirs in the future. You are allowed to be interviewed in the future, and you are allowed to proudly tell the world and your children."

Amid the excited expressions of the people, Wang Ai waved his hand: "Let's go and eat. Today is my birthday banquet, and it is also everyone's celebration banquet to celebrate our achievements!"

There was a big pot of noodle soup for everyone. Wang Ai had a bowl and then changed it to his favorite steamed dumplings. But today there are more carbohydrates, so the dumpling filling is all meat. Huang Xin decided to let go of the drinks today except for those on duty. After eating, she went to the backyard to continue playing. The microphones and speakers she bought were enough to hold a concert.

"We said hello to the neighbors, and our voices were controlled, and everyone understood." Huang Xinchong explained to Wang Ai: "Other stars often have big festivities on their birthdays, and some ask party companies to arrange it, such as singers, dancers, and bikinis. …”

"Okay, even if I didn't say it, no, I didn't think about it!" Wang Ai waved his hands randomly.

"Bikini... we don't lack them either." Leonie randomly nodded at the surrounding birds with her hands.

The women burst into laughter, and some actually dared to charge Wang Ai with electricity.