Reborn on top of football

"You have a close relationship with everyone, so once you encounter something like this, you will be easily isolated, right?" The next day, after hearing about it, Leonie sat in the restaurant with Wang Ai waiting for lunch while analyzing: "If there is a younger brother here, he may not dare to provoke you."

"Is that so?" Wang Ai shook his head. "I've been doing this for many years. I didn't expect that Paris is so complicated. Everyone's minds are not all on striving for honors... It's a disease of too much money. Logically speaking, Tuchel's character is still right. Unfortunately, he is prejudiced against me. There's nothing I can do about it. Whatever happens, it's up to him."

"I noticed that you like to say this these days. Are you letting it go?"

"Paris is not mine. If Nasser doesn't want to make a good decision, what can I do? I'll just play football. By the way, this is the ball I used to break the record yesterday." Wang Aicai thought of this, so he bent down and took out the deflated football from his bag.

"Didn't Ligue 1 give you any special souvenirs?" Leonie took the football, looked at it, and prepared to go upstairs to put it in the storage room.

"No, the commercial development level of Ligue 1 is low. But I think there should be something in the last sentence, right?" Wang Ai shook his head uncertainly: "I can't figure out the French people's thinking."

"How many goals do you plan to score?" Leonie waved her fist: "Leave a century of terror for the French striker!"

Wang Ai grinned: "I didn't think about it. I just wanted to have fun. I'll have fun as long as I feel comfortable. In the end, I'll get what I deserve. I don't care about the future. Anyway, I'm not Chinese."

Huang Xin whispered to the table: "You are an international star, don't be too narrow-minded!"

Wang Ai shrugged and stood up to serve the dishes. Leonie followed suit: "It's strange that the French and us men hate each other."

"He has a high position and a big air. In the past, he would have done a lot of things long ago. He doesn't let things go like this and wait for others to come to him."

Wang Ai accepted the criticism and refused to change.

In the middle of the week, Wang Ai maintained a normal rhythm of morning meetings, classes, afternoon training, early morning and evening training. Suddenly, Le Parisien published an "in-depth report": "Vultures in Paris". The article mentioned that although the Chinese superstar's number of goals matches his salary, he is not a player who loves the Paris club. On the contrary, he is a player who is extremely indifferent and only needs the salary for Paris. Looking through his resume, it can be seen that he lacks emotion for any club. He always decisively joins in the rising period and decisively abandons in the declining period. His number of goals is largely created by his teammates who are at the peak. He is like a vulture released by the Bosman Act, always flying away after eating the best dessert, leaving a pile of corpses. We have to think about whether a great club relies on some unimaginable records, especially those created by outsiders, or on the unity of the team? Is it worth it for us to spend a high salary to hire a robot who has no emotion for the club and the fans of the club to help create results, but thereby greatly reduce the investment in youth training? Is it right for us to give up the future for temporary results?

Huang Xin also saw the report. Seeing Wang Ai frowning, he consoled her, "A clichéd stitched monster."

Leonie laughed and said, "You've made the French reflect again, hehe!"

Wang Ai was about to say something when Florica came over with a phone: "From the embassy."

Wang Ai picked up the call and the embassy conveyed Ambassador Lu’s opinion: this time we must deal with it head-on and not avoid it.

Wang Ai breathed a sigh of relief and read the report again. Huang Xin and Leonie looked at each other. Huang Xin was worried, while Leonie was just watching the fun without worrying about the consequences!

The next day, on the morning when Paris was preparing to face Montpellier, the sports edition of Le Figaro published an article written by Wang Ai - "Why Hide Your Racism?"

The article is divided into three parts: Is the future of the team contradictory to the reality? Is the market economy wrong? I value peace, but I am not afraid of war.

In the first part, Wang Ai wrote: "Can youth training be established with just money? Youth training talents are also mobile. Where do they go? Naturally, they go to clubs with a long history and brilliant achievements. If today's results do not leave a deep impression on young people, why should young talents go to you for youth training? What achievements have you made that young people trust?"

In the second part, Wang Ai wrote: "The Bosman Act removed the personal dependence of players on clubs, promoted the free flow of players as a factor of production in the football market, and formed a market economy in the football world. This is why the five major leagues are prosperous today. The five major leagues have become world-class leagues, and the dependents of the five major leagues have received huge rewards in terms of economy and reputation. Now they are questioning the rationality of the Bosman Act?"

In the third part, Wang Ai wrote: "Why am I the only one who is called a vulture? It's simply because I am a Chinese and I don't like quarreling. I think quarreling is not helpful in resolving conflicts. We should express our opinions calmly and let things be resolved peacefully. Therefore, in the eyes of the barbarians, I am an object that can be attacked and slandered at will without incurring any cost. In the depths of your heart, William II's Yellow Peril theory echoes, but you know the consequences of saying it publicly, so you wrap it up with layer after layer of absurd reasons and release it. You know it will not have any results, and you don't expect it to have any results. You are just using this to darkly vent your cheap pleasure and enjoy the pleasure of hitting others without being fought back, just like a fool who provokes his classmates because he developed first."

While Wang Ai was starting with his teammates against Montpellier, the report was translated into Chinese by an overseas student, and then forwarded to China by a VPN. Huang Xin and Leonie watched the game while distracted by netizens' feedback. Although Huang Xin was still a little worried, she was also infected by the various praises from netizens, and Leonie was even more delighted.

The first half ended with a score of 5:0. Wang Ai scored a hat trick in the first half. Everything was perfect except for the lack of cheers from the fans.

Huang Xin was peeling an apple: "How do you think Le Parisien will react?"

Leonie shrugged, took an unpeeled one and took a bite: "Who knows?"

"Be serious!"

"Maybe you want to apologize? The word vulture is too much. The last Paris pride Zlatan Ibrahimovic changed clubs more than us men. Isn't this insulting him as well?"

"Can you? You won't be driven crazy by him, will you? His words and characterizations are too harsh."

"Have you forgotten what the French are like? Latin culture is so frivolous!" Leonie's eyes were focused: "I now feel that this trip to Paris is a good choice. If nothing else, it's worth the trip just to curse people out!"