Reborn on top of football

Chapter 600 Golden Gun ()

"Thank you." Wang Ai moved the document away, gave the chef a smile, and listened patiently to the chef's show off.

After the chef left, Wang Ai pointed at the table: "The pile on the far left is what I will still consider in the future and will not be moved; the pile in the middle is what I agree with and will be sent directly; the pile on the right is rejected and I have already written After receiving our opinions, we will strive to complete the matter on the same day.”

The secretary nodded: "Understood, I will send the documents back every day after get off work."

Wang Ai nodded and added: "I'll also give it away before lunch break."

"Yes."

"have you eaten?"

"Not yet." The secretary opened his hands: "I don't have any time on my hands."

Wang Ai laughed and moved the two plates in front of him: "I can't help it. With my big body, I can't survive without eating too much. Go quickly and don't have to come back in a hurry."

He said he was not in a hurry, so the secretary only took ten minutes to finish eating in the cafeteria. When he came back in a hurry, he saw that Wang Ai had already finished a whole plate, and was eating while reading documents.

A few days later, in a hotel in Shijiazhuang, a long-haired man was looking at the interrogator across the table indifferently with his hands on his shoulders. Suddenly the door opened, and a tall and muscular figure walked in. The long-haired man lowered his arms in surprise: "Little Wang'er?"

Wang Ai sat on the chair given by the interrogator and stared at the long-haired man expressionlessly for several minutes: "Brother Li, long time no see."

"I……"

Wang Ai waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense. We will have time to chat when you come out. Let's talk about the current situation. I am too busy with a lot of things in BJ... I heard that you are very stubborn and don't explain anything? What's wrong? Brother Li, you think this process is too peaceful and boring, how about making a show?"

"No, Wang Ai..."

"Snapped"! Wang Ai slapped the table: "What's not that? What's your rank? You're not even a formal state agency employee! Can you stand up? I'm in charge now, who are you going to stand up for?"

The long-haired man looked shocked.

Wang Ai picked up the water glass he was carrying and took a sip: "I remember when you said you hated people who match-fixed the most. It hasn't been that long, right? It's been more than ten years, where is your original intention? I haven't seen you in just a few years. That’s it for you!”

Wang Ai's roar echoed in the interrogation room.

"How come you have become the person you hate the most? You have become the person you hate the most, why don't you repent? Ultimately, are you right? Didn't you take what you shouldn't have? You didn't give it away Shouldn’t it be a gift?”

Wang Ai suppressed the anger in his heart: "It's not a death penalty to tell the truth about you. Tell me carefully and spit it out. Even if you can't do this job when you come out, our friendship will still be there. When the time comes, Each of my brothers can help ensure that you don't starve to death. But if you resist to the end and completely break our hearts, you will really be alone."

Having said this, Wang Ai stood up and left. When he reached the door, he looked back and said, "I'm leaving. I hope we still have a chance to meet."

The door closed with a bang, and Wang Ai's footsteps gradually faded away. The long-haired man's Adam's apple kept twitching, and he raised his head for a long time: "Where do I start..."

A week after Wang Ai took office, the news gradually spread, and many people lost contact, which confirmed the speculations in the public.

Except for the occasional appointment to meet the stubborn interrogator, Wang Ai has no time to pay attention to the rumors on the Internet. Through continuous work, Wang Ai discovered many problems.

Superiors want both results and funds. Wei Di and Lao Gao were unable to make strategic adjustments due to the competing interests of all parties, and slowly fell into tight siege and had to continue their previous work situation. Some complicated backgrounds and interest relationships have also caused some correct decisions to be unable to be executed and implemented, resulting in obstruction or even tumor status.

On the evening of June 6, in the study room of his home in the Summer Palace, Wang Ai stayed up all night fighting.

While he was busy, the study door opened, and Xu Qinglian walked in and noticed Wang Ai's eyes: "What? Do you want to chase me away or beat me? Come on, the pregnant woman with twins is waiting for you to beat me."

Wang Ai put down his pen helplessly: "Who is going to hit you? Isn't it because of my work that I am so serious?"

"Look what time it is? You specifically told me this morning to remind you to train in the evening."

"Oh? Oh..." Wang Ai glanced back reluctantly: "Okay, I'll go down right now, um, write two more strokes."

"Just two strokes!"

"Ah."

Although he said it was two strokes, he still wrote for another five minutes. The pregnant woman with two children stared at her eyes. After Wang Ai finished writing his thoughts very efficiently, he got up and went downstairs to the gym.

Instead, Xu Qinglian sat down and moved the mouse to read the document titled "Report on the Basic Strategic Adjustment of Football Work" again.

"After comprehensive consideration, I believe that reducing the funding of national teams at all levels by 50% will not have any serious impact on performance. Establishing a lower league salary cap system and a fairer salary ratio system is beneficial to revitalizing the real football market... For this reason, I am considering sacrificing the performance of the national team in the next ten years to support youth training and private leagues..."

At the bureau party committee meeting on the 23rd, the director put down the document and said: "You are very courageous."

"As expected of a young cadre, he dares to think and act."

"The cost is high, and the key is to gain the support of the people."

"Sacrificing the performance of the national team... This is not only shooting down his colleagues, I remember he hasn't retired yet, right?"

"So..." The director looked at everyone with emotion: "We have to have a serious discussion."