Reborn on Top of Football

"Don't think about it." Consiniao quietly walked to her side.

"Yeah, good." Wang Ai nodded with a smile.

There will be calmness every major event. The next period of time will be a crucial moment when Chelsea, Inter Milan, Wang Ai, Jose, Mr. Roman and even sponsors will appear one by one and compete with each other. Wang Ai decided to forbear it for the time being, and then take action after finding out.

After breakfast, Wang Aiyiyue, with his full set of troops, went to Stamford Bridge.

While waiting to park, Wang Ai looked at the stadium from the car window. He wanted to say goodbye, but he didn't expect to come again. This is where the club headquarters is located. It is not as sad as Inter Milan. One stadium is used for two purposes. Stamford Bridge is dedicated to Chelsea, so the headquarters is also arranged here nearby.

Wang Ai rarely comes to Stamford Bridge, and can come about three or four times a month for competitions and a small amount of commercial activities. Compared to a club with a strong commercial atmosphere, Wang Ai prefers pure Cobham, even if he is a very successful star player.

This is in sharp contrast to Sheva. She has stayed in the headquarters for a year longer than Wang Ai.

After the car stopped, Wang Ai, Kangsi, Schlappner, and Zhao Dan walked to the main entrance of the club. They went upstairs and turned a few turns. Peter Kenyon smiled and waited in front of his office.

"any drinks?"

"Um... coffee?"

Wang Ai smiled and sat on the sofa. Seeing that Peter was about to get up and busy, he glanced at Kongsi: "Peter, let my assistant come, she has good craftsmanship."

A few minutes later, Peter silently looked at the messy garland on the coffee cup, took a sip, grinned, and drank decisively.

Wang Ai noticed Peter's slight expression and felt relieved. If the club decides not to negotiate with Wang Ai, Peter will not have to drink this cup of coffee wronged.

Peter, who has been in the market for many years, knew Wang Ai's intentions after taking his first sip, and he went straight into it.

"Frankly speaking, Wiwi." Peter put down his coffee cup and looked at Wang Ai directly: "This is not the club's idea."

Wang Ai spread his hands.

"But between the player's will and the head coach's will, we can only lean towards the head coach, especially an outstanding head coach."

"However, the club caused us a lot of trouble, Peter. I accompanied Wiwi in Milan the other day, and we even bought a house." Schrappner interjected.

"I'm sorry." Peter nodded apologetically: "I didn't expect that we probably didn't communicate enough with the coach. But this matter was not completely rejected. We are still communicating with the coach. Your friend Alger The transfer has not been finalized either."

Wang Ai nodded and was silent for a moment: "So, my friend, what do I need to do next?"

Peter pursed his mouth and nodded, raising his coffee cup to signal to Wang Ai: "As a player, you are good enough and respect the club. When I talked to Mr. Roman about you, Mr. Roman also expressed his transfer request. I regret it, but support and respect your choice. Your transfer can bring a lot of money to the club. You know, Mr. Roman has even disclosed our next financial plan through the media and is not ready to continue to invest heavily. A healthy club must first be financially healthy. Transferring your contract will relieve the club a lot of pressure."

"At the same time as a friend." Peter again raised his coffee cup to indicate: "You have never put pressure on the club through the media from start to finish. We know you have this ability. Although the club must first consider the problem from a business perspective, it will also Provide rewards to players who perform well and are friendly, so the club will not hinder your transfer, and can even make certain concessions on the transfer amount to make your transfer smoother."

"But the problem now is that Mr. Jose expressed a fierce objection to the club last night." At this point, Peter rubbed his forehead tiredly: "We cannot convince him for the time being, we are going to continue to convince him next. . You can do nothing, but it’s better to use your friendly relationship with Jose to persuade him not to block this.”

"Okay, Peter." Wang Ai stood up and shook hands with the big fat man: "Anyway, in the past two years at Chelsea, I thank you for your help. You have won my friendship, and I hope I also won you. Friendship."

Peter stood up in relief and shook hands with Wang Ai: "Of course, I like you. I know why you want to leave, and I understand why you want to leave. I wish you what you want. Although your leaving makes me reluctant, But it’s a good thing for you and for the club."

Walking out of the Stamford Bridge, Wang Ai glanced at Schlappner with a gloomy look, and put his arms around the old man’s shoulders: "A big business of 50 or 60 million yuan is normal. It is normal to rest at my house these days. Don’t be too angry, and don’t think too much."

Schlappner let out a long sigh: "Well, dear doctor, go home today, I will cook for you, I heard that you miss the big elbow in Baden very much, right?"

"Hahaha!" Wang Ai laughed and got into the car: "Brother Zhao, go!"

Zhao Dan smiled and shook the steering wheel, and the car went straight to Waitrose, usually he or Yan Zhu came out to purchase, it is rare for Wang Ai to follow.

Before the car reached the entrance of the supermarket, Wang Ai's cell phone rang, and when he took it out, it was Matilde! This call was made by Xu Qinglian during his wife's offensive in order to obtain Jose's understanding two years ago, because at that time Xu Qinglian did not have a London cell phone number.

"Hello, Matilde." Wang Ai answered the call in a relaxed tone.

Obviously, Wang Ai's relaxed tone relieved the other side, and his tone became relaxed: "Hello, Wiwi, how did the summer go?"

"Very well, how are you and Jose?"

"We are fine too."

After saying this, the phone conversation was unexpectedly cold, until Wang Ai chuckled softly: "I was not sure before, but you called this phone, let me know now that Jose does not have any opinion on me. So, whether it is I'm ready to listen for any reason. Now, Matilde, are you ready to tell?"

"Wiwi, you are a gentleman." Matilde smiled: "As a mutual friend of you and Jose, I hope to convey his thoughts to you. I do not seek your understanding and support for his decision. I I only hope that you, who are determined and stubborn, can understand each other's intentions. No matter whether your friendship still exists in the future, at least I don't want you to really quarrel."

"of course."

"So... do you know Chelsea's reconstruction plan?"