Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

Huang Fusheng's eyes shot out.

Qin Feng didn't dodge or avoid, and looked directly at the past.

Today, Huang Fusheng was deliberately left behind. Qin Feng wanted to use the old man's influence in the Longguo Public Security Department to cause the country to use security agencies to conduct third-party monitoring of Longguo football.

There is no way to do this.

Human nature is always greedy.

Liu Yi is now in.

But it won't be long before the guarantee is not complete, and the next "Liu Yi" will appear again, and Longguo football has stagnated and even regressed in repeated reincarnations.

And the system records that the original future is indeed the case.

Therefore, taking advantage of Liu Yi's imprisonment and the anti-corruption trend in football has not yet passed, it is imperative to take the opportunity to establish a monitoring mechanism to stifle corruption in the football field from the legal level.

This is what Qin Feng has been thinking about for a long time.

"Qin Feng, this is not a small matter."

Huang Fusheng leaned back on the sofa, rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly, "I have to think about it, let's talk!"

Besides... just refused? !

"Old Huang!"

Qin Feng picked up the teacup in his hand and drank it. He stood up and said, "Longguo football is now on the edge of the cliff. Don't plan ahead. When Longguo football rots, it will be too late to save it!"

"Is it a little alarmist?"

Seeing how excited Qin Feng was, Huang Fusheng said what was in his heart, "Our football has been improving. Just now you asked me what I think about the football environment in Longguo. I will answer you now!"

"Steady and positive, in the ascendant!"

Qin Feng was speechless.

What Huang Fusheng said was the truth.

Even in the original future, in 1998, the number of spectators in the Longguo First Division hit record highs repeatedly, and the transfer market was much more active than in the early days of football professionalization.

Now, due to the birth of Qin Feng and the Liaodong team.

Dragon Kingdom football is more prosperous than the original future.

At present, no one would have imagined that Longguo football, which should be getting better and better, has actually reached its peak, and when all its potential is consumed, it will flourish and decline, and finally end up being bullied by others.

But how to tell Huang Fusheng this?

You can't say that you have a system and can predict the future, right?

Qin Feng stood there, pursing his lips and panting heavily.

After a long time, he took two deep breaths, sat down, brought up the justice cup to refill Huang Fusheng's tea, "Old Huang, I beg you personally!"

After saying this, Qin Feng put down the justice cup, stared at Huang Fusheng and waited for the answer.

Huang Fusheng's eyes slowly widened.

He didn't understand why Qin Feng had to spare his face and say the word "begging".

In Huang Fusheng's view, everything can be exchanged.

Qin Feng and the Liaodong team helped Huandao before, and if he has the opportunity in the future, he will definitely return Huandao.

At their level, they will never ask for help easily.

Favors are hard to return.

It's not just empty talk.

Huang Fusheng wanted to ask why, but seeing Qin Feng's extremely serious expression on the opposite side, he didn't ask.

"Qin Feng, it's not that I don't promise you."

Huang Fusheng sighed, took a sip of the tea that Qin Feng poured, "As I said just now, this is not a trivial matter."

"I have some influence in the Ministry of Public Security. I can set up a supervisory agency to supervise Longguo football. This is going to be stabbed to the sky!"

Huang Fusheng put down his teacup, pointed to the ceiling and continued: "Even if a proposal can be formed in the end, send it to the top."

"Whether there is time for the above, whether it can be discussed at the meeting, and whether it can be passed after the discussion, are all unknown."

"In the last few years, there will be no results at all!"

"Think about it, does it make sense to do this?"

"Old Huang, someone has to do it."

Hearing Huang Fusheng's words, Qin Feng said in a deep voice, "As long as you start, it's not too late."

"I don't want the future. My players, facing black calls, malicious fouls, or other unfair treatment on and off the field, have nowhere to ask!"

"I don't want the future either. When it comes to Longguo football, everyone shouts!"

"I believe Mr. Huang, you don't want to either."

"Believe in Longguo, all real football players don't want to!"

Huang Fusheng was silent.

He was in a trance for a moment, and Qin Feng, who was facing him, seemed to have the shadow of himself when he was young, but he was more daring to think and act than himself at that time.

The future of Longguo football may lie in people like Qin Feng!

"Qin Feng, we met for the first time on the plane, and I said I understood why the fans called you 'the conscience of Longguo football'."

"Looking at it now, my understanding is still superficial."

Huang Fusheng shook his head with emotion, then stared at Qin Feng.

"For the establishment of a supervisory agency, I will go all out and push forward with all my strength. Whether it can be successful or not depends on fate and people!"

"it is good!"

Qin Feng patted his thigh and stood up abruptly, "Old Huang, I..."

Huang Fusheng finally agreed. Although the future was uncertain, Qin Feng was very excited after finally taking the first step. He wanted to say something thankful, but he didn't know where to start.

"You don't need to say anything." Huang Fusheng interrupted with a smile: "I'm not here to help you."

"You are not the only one who wants to contribute to Longguo football!"

"I'll discuss it with the ministry later to see if I can form a proposal as soon as possible, and try to hand it over to the top after the year."

"Okay, great!" Qin Feng patted his thigh again.

Huang Fusheng laughed

On the other hand, Cheng Penghui bared his teeth and rubbed his thighs, not understanding why Qin Feng suddenly slapped him.

Early the next morning.

The weather is fine.

It rained last night, and the Liaodong Training Base was covered with golden fallen leaves. When the breeze blew, the fallen leaves kept falling.

In front of the office building.

Everyone around the island boarded the bus in order.

Qin Feng, Qian Zhisong and others got out of the car to see them off.

"Old Huang, see you next time, how much are you going to lose?" Qin Feng stretched out his hand and smirked.

"Fuck your Qin Feng, see you in the league, and you will definitely take revenge around the island!"

Huang Fusheng laughed, slapped Qin Feng, opened Qin Feng's right hand, and turned to get in the car.

"Dong Qin, thank you for your hospitality, I'm coming back!"

Cheng Penghui was the last one, his eye circles were red, and he was a little bit reluctant to stay in Liaodong for more than ten days.

"Hehe, Peng Hui, come here when you have something to do."

Patting Cheng Penghui on the shoulder, Qin Feng took a step back.

"Dong Qin, do you still remember the question I asked you?"

Cheng Penghui suddenly smiled, "Why can Liaodong maintain its vitality and never fall behind."

"You let me find the answer by myself, and when I leave, I will tell you..."

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