Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

"No no no..."

Qin Feng waved his hand vigorously, "Madam, although this watch is not worth much, it is a relic left by my grandfather and it is very important to me."

While talking, he slapped the meal money on the counter, "Give me back the watch."

"1, I will pay 1 Kuna, and you don't have to pay for the meal."

The fat proprietress didn't show any intention of taking out the watch, "You also said that this watch is worthless, 1 yuan, you can earn it."

"No, absolutely not."

Qin Feng was resolute, "I won't sell this watch."

"2 million!"

The fat proprietress gritted her teeth, and then took out the English contract she had just written, "Sign this sales contract, and you can earn 2 yuan!"

Qin Feng was taken aback, this fat girl thought well enough, because she was afraid of a lawsuit, she even prepared a legally binding contract.

Is it because I'm afraid that I'll come back after selling the watch?

After hesitating for half a second, Qin Feng said firmly: "I didn't sell this watch for 5 yuan..."

The fat proprietress was silent.

She stood up, her face twitched, and she snapped her fingers behind her.

Immediately, three bearded men surrounded him.

"You are here for tourism, you don't want to cause trouble, 2 yuan, quickly sign and take the money and leave."

Looking at the vicious big man, Qin Feng swallowed, "2 is too little, I don't even have someone offering 5..."

"What did you say Asian, say again?"

Several big men raised their fists the size of sandbags.

Uh……

Qin Feng swallowed his saliva, carefully read the contract in duplicate, then signed it, collected the money, and completed it in one go.

"idiot……"

Glancing hard at the fat proprietress, Qin Feng walked out of the restaurant with 2 kuna and his own sales contract.

"Che, it turned out to be a Japanese."

After sending some big men away with money, the fat proprietress took out her watch and made a call on the number left by the business seal.

Is it an empty number?

The fat proprietress was taken aback, and hit him again in disbelief.

Still blank...

The fat proprietress was in a daze. The old man left the wrong number just now?

still is……

After thinking about it, she broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly made another call.

"Hi, watch shop, I have an antique watch, I want to ask if you have any intention to buy it..."

At this time, Qin Feng and his party of four were driving towards the port.

In the car, Zhou Xiaochun exclaimed...

"Your watch is fake!"

"Of course, it is produced by Longguo. It must be a high-quality product, worth 200 yuan."

Qin Feng raised his right hand, and he was suddenly bald, which was a little unaccustomed to him.

"You guys are too brave."

Zhou Xiaochun patted his chest and said, "What if the proprietress doesn't fall for it?"

"Hehe." Qin Feng said indifferently: "It doesn't matter if you don't get fooled, at worst, I will pay the bill, and treat everyone to a big meal."

"but……"

He smiled and continued: "Who made that fat girl greedy!"

"Yes!"

The handsome old man Shang Yin took over the conversation, "There is no way out for misfortune or good fortune, only people bring it on themselves, and ill-gotten gains are not to be taken."

"That's right, Modric is filial, he shouldn't suffer like this."

Qin Feng's eyes were far away, and he didn't know what he thought of.

"Then you are not afraid of their revenge?" Zhou Xiaochun asked worriedly.

"Will not."

Qin Feng curled his lips and explained with a smile, "She wrote the contract herself, which is legally binding."

"Again..."

Taking out the contract, Qin Feng pointed to the signature and said, "I spoke Japanese when I left, and you all have a look at the signature..."

Shang Yin and Zhou Xiaochun looked curiously, only to see "takakat?" written on the signature column.

"takakat??"

Zhou Xiaochun read suspiciously: "This seems to be a Japanese name."

"puff……"

Zheng Wen, who was driving the car, just took a sip of water, and suddenly sprayed it all out.

"takakat?, that's not Kato Taka, he's..."

"Drive your car, no one will think you are dumb if you don't talk!"

Hurriedly interrupting the knowledgeable Zheng Wen, Qin Feng continued: "When that fat girl reacts, it's time to find a bunch of Japanese tourists all over the city."

"And we, find Modric, and run away!"

"Haha, you are good or bad, I like it so much!"

Zhou Xiaochun laughed until his flowers trembled, and suddenly kissed Qin Feng on the cheek.

Qin Feng made a big red face.

The laughter in the car grew louder.

After a while, the car drove into Zadar fishing port.

As soon as Qin Feng and the others got out of the car, Modric suddenly rushed out of a fishing boat that had just docked.

He staggered and ran a few steps, knelt down to the edge of the pier, and vomited into the sea.

It seems that fishing is really not suitable for Modric.

Qin Feng smiled and walked over on crutches.

"Hi Luca, see you again."

After struggling to sit on a cable pier, Qin Feng handed over a bottle of mineral water.

Modric turned his head in doubt, and seeing that it was Qin Feng, he took two gulps of the mineral water.

When the blood slowly returned to his face, Modric said weakly: "Thank you, sir, but I meant it before, I won't play football."

"Isn't it a debt?"

Qin Feng sneered, "For this little money, it's not worth giving up your dreams!"

"a little?"

Modric stared wide-eyed, and just about to refute, a stack of banknotes suddenly appeared in front of him.

"This is 1 Kuna, use it to pay off the debt, and then follow me to Longguo to play football!"

Involuntarily stuffing the money into Modric's arms, Qin Feng stood up on crutches, smiling all over his face.

Modric looked up in astonishment, with his back facing Qin Feng in the sun, smiling warmly.

After hesitating for a while, Modric lowered his head.

He took out the banknote from his pocket and handed it back.

"Sir, thank you, I can't go to Longguo with you, I have to take care of my mother..."

"Go together, you and your mother, go to Longguo together, the club pays for all the living expenses."

Pushing back Modric's hand, Qin Feng opened the bag with a big grin.

Hearing Qin Feng's words, the 13-year-old Modric was dumbfounded.

Since his grandfather and father died in the war, no one has been so kind to him except his mother.

After being stunned for a long time, he stood up abruptly, "Sir, are you serious?"

"True, truer than diamonds."

Qin Feng smiled sincerely, "You can go back and pack your things right away, you and your mother, come with us now."

"Okay, take me to pay back the money first!"

Modric's face glowed with incomparable brilliance, "Then go to my mother."

Still thinking about paying back the money, he really is a sincere child!

Qin Feng patted Modric on the shoulder, "When paying back the money, remember to take back the IOU."

Modric nodded, and then followed Qin Feng into the car.

A few minutes later, the car driven by Zheng Wen circled twice in front of the restaurant, and then stopped in a nearby alley.

That fat bitch isn't here!

"Go Modric."

Qin Feng instructed: "Go and come back quickly."

Modric agreed and ran to the restaurant quickly.

At the restaurant bar, a big man was smoking a cigarette bored.

Modric entered the door, took out the money and put it on the bar counter, "Mr. Kovac, where is Mrs. Kovac?"

The burly man named Mr. Kovac glanced at the banknote and replied in doubt, "My wife has gone to the watch shop. Are you here to pay back the money? Just give it to me."

"Okay, give me back the IOU..."

Opposite the restaurant, Qin Feng waited anxiously for Modric through the car window.

Although it was only 10 minutes, it was impossible for that fat lady to figure it out so quickly, but she was not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

It wasn't until Modric ran into the car waving the IOU that Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Luka, tear up the IOU and follow me from now on, you don't have to borrow money from anyone again!"

"Okay, Mr. Qin!"

After tearing the IOU into pieces, Modric opened the car window and waved his hand.

The white paper powder is like snowflakes, dancing with the wind, and disappearing in an instant.

……

Under the command of Modric, the white Renault passed through the ancient triumphal gate and drove into the northwest corner of the old city.

Several people got out of the car and walked into a dilapidated three-story hotel on the street.

Entering inside, Qin Feng and others were taken aback.

The hotel was in disarray, almost all the rooms were full of people, the ground was full of sewage, and many children stepped on the sewage and ran back and forth on each floor.

The whole hotel was extremely noisy.

Up to the second floor, Modric opened the door and led Qin Feng and others into the room.

The room is not big, with two beds, a small table, and a corner of the room filled with clothes and various household items.

On the bed, a thin woman was sewing something.

Seeing the guests coming, she put down her work and stood up with a frown, "Guys, did Luka make any mistakes?"

"Nothing..."

Hearing Zheng Wen's translation, Qin Feng smiled and expressed his intentions, and then took out the contract that he had prepared in China.

"Luka, if there is no problem, let's sign the contract. Your monthly salary is temporarily 1000 US dollars."

1000 US dollars, 8000 dragon coins, which are basically the same as the salaries of the main local players of the Liaodong team.

Saying this number, even if Qin Feng is thick-skinned, he will inevitably blush.

"Don't worry, it will definitely increase in the future, and as I said just now, the club will be responsible for all the living expenses of your mother and son in Longguo!"

After getting his mother's approval, Modric picked up the pen and said without looking at the contract: "I will sign..."

"Don't you want to take a look?" Qin Feng said in surprise: "Aren't you afraid that I will lie to you?"

"You can't, Mr. Qin."

Modric turned to the last page of the contract and wrote, "You are a good man."

Uh……

I was issued a good person card!

Qin Feng gritted his teeth and shouted: "Wait, think about it carefully. The contract period is 15 years, which is almost your entire career."

"There's nothing to think about."

Modric kept writing, and after signing three contracts in a row, he raised his head, his pale and thin face full of determination.

"Mr. Qin, from now on, I will be your man."

Qin Feng smiled.

"Pack up your things, we'll leave overnight, go back to Zagreb first, and then set off for the next stop!"

……