"There's room for manoeuvre."
Zhang Jilong pondered for a while and said: "The so-called four years is really what Xiao Wang said, not four years for death, but four years for the cycle."
But what if the cycle is eight years, sixteen years, or even how many years?
We can really bite this and keep the trophy here. ”Lao Gao looked at Wei Di, Wei Di smiled and said nothing, Lao Gao said: "After staying for a long time, the limelight has passed, we can talk to FIFA again, and hand over the ownership to China." ”"Why?"
Yan Shiduo asked."
The reason is not easy to find, it seems that we are not the most involved in the number of games and the number of championships, but Xiao Wang'er has the most goals."
Yan Shiduo shook his head: "This is not convincing, personal data. ”Wei Di said: "Then there is no way to get it publicly in the short term." ”Wang Ai looked at the leaders: "First find a lawyer to look at the trophy regulations, determine how many advantages we have, and then talk to Infantino, first obtain an understanding, and acquiesce to the validity of the return clause after the next session is launched."
After a long period of preservation, no one pays attention, let's see what opportunity to talk to international football.Anyway, it's only 32 years old, and it's nothing to FIFA. ”"How?"
Wady asked."
Simple, if the Confederations Cup is still going to start in the future, then at least one session will have to be suspended, right?
There has been an interval of eight years, which is equivalent to the new Confederations Cup, so of course the trophy should be redesigned.The old trophies will remain in China forever with the preservation regulations.If the Confederations Cup is declared invalid, then the championship trophy is also a waste, and we, as the last to win the championship and the last to own it, can of course store this waste.It's a big deal that we're paying for a few replicas for past champions, and no one cares about that anyway, does it?
Only we care. ”"It's all about time, and about the terms."
Lao Gao briefly summarized.Yan Shiduo looked at Zhang Jilong: "This mentioned by Xiao Wang'er is very interesting, if we can keep this small World Cup forever, then even if we are still not as good as the Remet Cup left by Brazil, it is not bad, in terms of our football history, it is a very good harvest and souvenir."
As long as the price paid is not large, with some flexible thinking and methods, it is still worth a try. ”Zhang Jilong nodded: "Okay, I'll study it well, first save it to the next session, strive for long-term preservation, and then formulate a property rights plan." ”"Yes, rent before you buy."
Yan Shiduo said with a smile.Everyone also laughed, these people here are the founders and witnesses of the glorious history of this national team, if they can leave a souvenir that is enough to be displayed forever for future generations, everyone is of course happy to see it."
Then please Chairman Zhang."
Wang Ai smiled and threw his hand at Zhang Jilong.Zhang Jilong pointed at Wang Ai: "Don't run, your influence in FIFA is not much worse than mine, you have to use you when you should be used, this is something you picked." ”"Right!"
Wang Ai saluted Zhang Jilong: "Resolutely obey the order." ”Seeing Wang Aile leave in a hurry, Yan Shiduo shook his head while laughing: "This little Wang'er, if there are any good things to think about, he is thinking about the inheritance." ”Wang Ai turned a deaf ear to the ridicule of the leaders, because he was very satisfied at this time!
The entire Football Association, except for him, no one else could think of this, because only he attaches importance to the sense of ceremony.Originally, the level of commercial development of Chinese football was average, and they have been working in this industry for a long time, just like CCTV hosts are completely numb when they see each other as ordinary people.I didn't realize the opportunity at all, and I didn't realize the usefulness, just like Wang Ai brought back from Russia this time more than 50 pieces of golden confetti sprayed on the championship ceremony.It doesn't take much, in another ten years, Wang Ai will auction it at a price of 10,000 yuan a piece, and everyone who buys it will be.What if it's twenty years, thirty years, fifty years?
When he goes to the National Museum to hand over the trophy tomorrow, Wang Ai plans to ask other experts to help seal it by the way.Years later, it was showcased: this was the piece of paper that was sprayed at the last Confederations Cup winning ceremony!
Wang Ai didn't expect this thing to help him make any money, the money had already been enough, he just wanted to do things, and wanted to use this thing to teach Lao Gao how to develop business.There are five years left for China to host the World Cup, and who is worthy of it when the time comes?
How to allocate funds to the college without making a lot of money?
Many projects can't be carried out because of lack of money, and Wang Ai hates it so much that he wants to pay for it himself!
Thinking all the way, Wang Ai returned to his home in Haidian, got out of the car and waved at the guards to disband them on the spot.didn't have time to pay attention to the smiling faces of the guards, Wang Ai wandered into the middle courtyard.At this time, the moon is in the middle of the sky, and the spacious courtyard is exceptionally quiet except for a few insect chirps.Wang Ai crossed his hands and tilted his head, since 98 years to BJ, it has been 20 years, a few wind and rain, a few changes, such a big yard has been accumulated between the bustling and downtown areas, a bunch of girls and children have accumulated in the small building in front of him, and a bunch of trophies and medals have been accumulated in the honor cabinet in Dongcheng.The most troublesome thing in life is that I don't know what I lost, so Wang Ai, who drank the misty lake, raised his head and started to be stunned.The curtains were drawn in the juvenile dormitory on the third floor, and the moonlight floated, flashing two small faces through the gaps in the curtains."
What is Daddy doing?"
Wang Zhonghua, who was holding the curtain and padding his feet, asked softly."
Watch the sky at night."
Wang Sheng hugged his shoulders and told his younger brother coolly: "Dad is a philosopher, he must be thinking about some serious subject." ”"Wow, that's amazing!"
Wang Zhonghua said excitedly: "When will we be able to think like Dad?"
”"Come on."
Wang Sheng stretched out his hand and put his arm around his younger brother's shoulder: "I'll go to school this fall!"
”"Well, I'll have to wait another year."
Wang Zhonghua said frustratedly: "I really want to go to school with my brother." ”"No, I'm gone, my younger siblings are no longer taken care of in kindergarten.Sister Red Makeup is still young, and she can't do without us. ”"Then, you're going to teach me about school after school.""
Good!
I'll teach you what I'll teach you. ”The brothers were arguing, only to hear a knock on the door behind them, and the brothers shrank their necks at the same time and turned back: "Mother Shi." ”"You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you two studying?"
Shi Wenjun walked in and looked down at the little brothers."
We wanted to know what Dad was working on."
Wang Sheng replied.Shi Wenjun looked down through the gap in the curtain, the tall man in the courtyard looked up at the sky motionless, and the moonlight flowed on him and under his feet to form a shallow puddle.