"How's the research going?" When Wang Ai returned to the living room at home, Wang Ai waved to the little flower and jumped up on his lap and was petted. Its three children were still chasing and playing on the ground like three little **** of wool, not caring at all. Pairs of long legs come and go, but the long legs should pay attention to them to avoid stepping on them and making them scream.

"That's almost it. I'll go to the hotel where they are staying to meet them face to face." The little beauty has lost the excitement of the past few days and said very calmly: "The key is that you are not familiar with each other and your brand is too big. ."

"Okay, you go and research." Wang Ai waved his hand indifferently and picked up the phone: "Let me see what work is available in the college today."

In the afternoon, when Wang Ai woke up, he saw several women chatting. When he woke up, the little beauty handed over a piece of paper: "This is the schedule we discussed. Let's see what you think."

"You have discussed it for so many rounds before asking me if I have any opinion?" Wang Ai took the paper: "I have an opinion...hey, who suggested this?"

Wang Ai pointed to an item at the end of the article, which was the first day after the competition: "We visited the Chinese community together under the organization of the embassy. Who proposed this? It's a great idea. This is good. Which side of visiting the Chinese and overseas Chinese? I can't say no, but at the same time, under the organization of the embassy... I really did a great job, precise!"

Huang Xin smiled like a flower: "I thought so."

"They didn't object?"

"No, we have already taken care of them." Huang Xin pointed to the previous clause: "On the first evening, you entertain them at home, on the second day of the game, you invite them to your box, and after the game, you invite them to the locker room. . Who are they? Chinese superstars, who are Real Madrid? World superstars. Besides, you know, Hong Kong people are against foreigners... After a hundred years of colonization, some things cannot be removed by kicking a sick man of East Asia sign in the movie."

Xu Qinglian nodded at the side: "You have to defeat it with your own hands, just like the volunteers, just like you."

"Wow!" Wang Aile was amused: "Am I on par with the Volunteer Army? Just say this here to make me happy, but don't go out and say it."

Leonie crossed her legs and held her chin: "The Volunteer Army is national prestige, military politics, and reflects the collective strength. You are business and sports, and reflects the individual strength of the Chinese people. Of course, it has no influence on international politics. But it’s hard to say what impact it will have on the public.”

Wang Ai waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't say goodbye, don't say it, my teeth will fall out when I smile."

The little beauty squinted: "Looking at you like that, if you really felt it was inappropriate, why did you go over and give her a bite?"

Leonie, who was being chewed by Wang Ai, shook her head and said with a red face, "I lick it well."

Wang Ai, who took a deep breath and sat between Leonie and Xu Qinglian, was satisfied: "Okay, let's do it."

Two days later, the day before Wang Ai's first home game after winning the World Footballer for the sixth time, the two Chinese superstars entered the community under the guidance of Wang Ai's guard in the dark, and walked along the ascending mountain road and crossed one after another. A super-luxury villa with a shockingly high greening rate and a shockingly large living area. This vast and almost wanton wasteful architectural style is unmatched by even the Victoria Peak villas in Hong Kong.

In the night, the bulletproof Iveco finally began to slow down, and the white lights on the wall finally came to the end. Two football-style lights were distributed one on the left and one on the right, indicating the identity of the owner of the villa. The two lights below Two small stone lions let everyone passing by know that Wang Ai lives here.

The car stopped at the door. Andy Lau and Aaron Kwok got out of the car one after another. Before they had time to admire the quiet, spacious and luxurious community, the door opened and they were met by the man who is now the number one Chinese football star in the world. General manager Shi Wenjun, a famous philanthropist in Greater China who is the first star manager, walked out first, and then the real owner of the villa also slowly walked out.

"Brother Hua, Brother Chengcheng." Wang Ai waved greeting enthusiastically.

"Captain Wang." Andy Lau smiled brightly, stepped forward and took Wang Ai's outstretched hand.

Aaron Kwok was also smiling: "Wow, I'm so excited to finally see you."

"That's an exaggeration, Brother Chengcheng." Wang Ai shook hands with him again: "You two are the ones who walked out of TV."

"I thought you were so awesome the last time we met. I never thought you would be even more awesome a few years later." Aaron Kwok shook Wang Ai's hand lively: "You must be the light of the Chinese people."

"I don't dare to take it, I don't dare to take it. I just caught up with the good times. The motherland is strong and supports me. No one dares to bully me so I can have a platform to show my abilities. If you really think about it, your struggle in the British Hong Kong era shows the Chinese people's Style is more precious."

After hearing this, the two Chinese superstars felt relieved at the same time. No matter how much Wang Ai's cordial attitude was shown in the previous matchmaking between the two teams, it was not as good as saying it in person. Wang Ai puts too much pressure on them. This is not like some rich man like Datuk or some underworld big brother, but the righteous and overwhelming.

Before coming here, their teams calculated that their combined business revenue would not be able to catch up with Wang Ai's in half a year in ten years. This is the gap between the world's top sports superstars and the Chinese literary and artistic superstars.

"Brother Hua, Brother Chengcheng, please." Wang Ai stepped aside, and the two of them said humble words one after another, and still walked inward. However, Andy Lau and Wang Ai were almost side by side and half a step behind, while Aaron Kwok was one step behind. However, he didn't seem to care much about it. He was shaking his head and looking around at this magnificent manor, and he was still praising it.

"It's very difficult to buy a house after coming to Real Madrid." Wang Ai introduced as he walked: "In the past, when I was at Bayern and Inter Milan, I was used to buying a house next to the training base, or like when I was in Manchester City, I bought it in a suburb close to the mountains. This makes it convenient for me to train and just go out. But Madrid is too poor. Real Madrid’s base is right next to the airport. There are no houses for sale, and you can’t buy one even if there are planes whirring and you can’t sleep well. There are so many places in the suburbs. , but there were too many immigrants in Madrid and the public security was not good. I had no choice but to choose here.”

Hearing Wang Ai's words "Madrid is too inferior", the two Chinese superstars grinned and said to themselves, it's just you, saying that the living conditions in the capital are not good.

Wang Ai didn't realize it, or he was used to his current status and continued to introduce: "Over there, a hundred meters away is Ronaldo's house. It looks like a gas station. Five hundred meters down there is the car park. Ka's house looks like a KFC franchise. Ramos's house is over there, probably like a house in Victoria Peak. The surrounding buildings are dense and crowded, but I heard that he is moving out. He has three children, two dogs and a mother. They say they can’t live here, and I don’t know what they do all day long.”