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Chapter 93 The whole team is gone! [New book for collection and attention]

I just hate that some people don't live up to expectations and compete for bids.

I just hate that the quota given by the boss is not enough, now I can only contact urgently.

Be sure to tell the boss: "Boss, if you don't allocate more money, all the good players will be snatched up by other clubs!"

"Boss, stop being stingy, or Tianfeng will look down on you."

"The eyes of their staff are clearly full of contempt."

In order to convince their boss, these people can only make up things.

Tianfeng's staff, of course, are all treated equally without any discrimination.

The bidding has just opened, so how can I have so much time to discriminate against them when I am busy.

No one will do business at a loss.

At the current price of Tianfeng players, if they play for any team among them for a year, as long as they are not seriously injured, their value will definitely continue to skyrocket.

Just buy it back casually now, and you can make a profit without losing money.

Maybe some teams will say that we are not here to make money by buying and selling players.

Just to maintain and improve the player's performance.

Aren't these value-for-money players exactly what they need?
This is just needed.

Just after Anma closed the deal for 780 euros, another player bidding message popped up.

"Hunter's 800 million euros! Bidding! The countdown to the transaction is 300 seconds! The bidding number is 009..."

Fuck, it's number 009 again, who the hell is this guy?
At this time, only the number will be displayed, and the specific club is still being kept secret.

This also prevents some clubs with ulterior motives from conducting malicious bidding and damaging bidding fairness.

This number 009 also knows that with Hunter's strength, the price is definitely higher than Anma's.

So he shouted out the price all at once, despising the crowd.

More than 100 seconds passed, and there was no movement except for the countdown prompt on the electronic screen.

Many people gasped.

What the hell, I came here to buy players.

I didn't expect that the players couldn't afford it, and it was so exciting to watch the excitement.

"...The countdown to the transaction is 60 seconds..."

"Hunter's 820 million euros! Bidding! The countdown to the transaction is 300 seconds! The bidding number is 188..."

Pretty!

Finally someone took action, and it was a new buyer.

Everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

People who can't afford it always hope that the higher the price, the better.

"Hunter's 1000 million euros! Bidding! The countdown to the transaction is 300 seconds! The bidding number is 009..."

"what……"

Crazy, this is the first time a Tianfeng player has reached the 1000 million Euro mark.

Before they could close their mouths of surprise, new bidding information popped up again.

"Hunter 1200 million euros! Bidding number 188..."

"Hunter 1300 million euros! Bidding number 145..."

"Hunter 1500 million euros! Bidding number 009..."

"..."

Several bidding tips came one after another, this is not a battle alone.

Forwards like Hunter have aroused the siege of many wealthy clubs.

To be honest, if Lin Feng was here at this moment, he would definitely feel that the price was a bit too pricey.

He knows that the players are worth this price, but the outside world doesn't fully know.

Just through one performance, I shouted so high.

It's a little outrageous.

But totally acceptable.

"Congratulations again to VIP No. 009 for successfully bidding for player Hunter with 2000 million euros!"

This local tyrant scored twice.

Hunter, from 600 million euros to the final 2000 million transaction, exceeded the reserve price by 1400 million.

In the subsequent bidding, No. 009 was no longer sold.

So the competition seems a little gentler.

But for all the players who were sold, the final transaction price far exceeded their reserve price.

……

knock knock.

Outside Lin Feng's office, there were two hasty knocks on the door.

Xiao Yan pushed the door open and came in, looking furious.

Lin Feng was browsing the information of overseas Tianfeng training camp, looked up and asked: "What happened?"

He knew that today was the opening day of the Tianfeng Players Supermarket, and he also predicted that many players would be bought by clubs from various leagues.

In fact, he couldn't bear to witness such a scene.

He was very familiar with these players, and it was quite cruel to be priced at them and watch them leave in the end while counting the money by himself.

So he didn't come to the scene and left everything to the staff.

Anyway, everything has a process.

Seeing Xiao Yan, he felt a little unnatural.

When I woke up this morning, recalling it, I realized that I had "hands on" someone yesterday.

If he hadn't been drinking normally, he felt that his actions at that time would not have been so domineering.

Xiao Yan, however, was nothing different from usual, she stopped in front of the desk, her body stood upright:

"Boss, the Tai Chi team's first-round starters and substitutes, a total of 15 players, have all been successfully bid!"

"Ah, sister Xiao can also joke."

"No, Mr. Lin, I'm not joking. Not only that, except for the Taiji team, most of the main players of the other seven teams have also been bought..."

"Currently, the Tianfeng Player Trading Center is temporarily suspended, waiting for your further instructions."

Lin Feng threw the mouse away, and now he was really panicked: "I'll choke you!"

The main players, the starters, are almost sold out.

Then what am I going to do in the second round of the Tianfeng League?
Do you really want to be entertained and funny?

This is like a serial drama that originally wanted to show everyone their talents.

But these people bought [-]% of the actors at a high price after watching the first episode.

This is also a fart.

Lin Feng slumped on the back of his chair and asked weakly: "How much did you buy in total?"

Xiao Yan smiled wryly, and said: "Sold 55 players, with an average of 500 million Euros, probably close to 3 million Euros..."

3 million euros is not much. It is only enough to buy one and a half super players... Lin Feng feels that it is quite a pity. After all, it is 55 living lives.

When Lin Feng stood up, he staggered.

Xiao Yan, who has quick eyes and quick hands, has strode around the desk and came to support her.

"Is this still drunk?" She asked with concern.

Lin Feng nodded: "Isn't it because I didn't drink honey water?"

Of course I will remember what I didn't drink.

Can we not talk about what happened last night... Xiao Yan let go of her hand immediately, with a face of shame.

"Then I'll go and soak it for you now."

Lin Feng returned to his normal state: "No need, I'm actually fine, it's just that I was hit by 3 million euros."

"Now let's go to the trading center to have a look."

"Ok."

"Lawyer Yan, are they there?"

"Yes, he waited there with the team early in the morning, and the player transfer agreement was prepared long ago."

Lin Feng took two steps and then stopped.

He said worriedly: "How should I explain to the bald uncle Zidane? Is it true that the entire starting team and the substitutes are sold out?"

Xiao Yan couldn't help stretching out her hand and dragging him away: "Boss Lin, stop acting."

3 million euros, you should be excited.

Although he should be excited, at this moment, Lin Feng really hasn't figured out how to face Zidane and those coaches.

[Ding, a random reward is triggered...]

(End of this chapter)