Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

Wang Xuan knocked on the door of Sun Fenglin's office.

He didn't even realize that he knocked too hard on the door.

Bang bang bang three muffled sounds, echoing in the empty corridor, Wang Xuan was a little out of breath, and couldn't help loosening the tie around his neck.

Qin Feng...

How did he do that?

How could he do this?

Why did he do this!

Just win over Germany.

Even Franz Beckenbauer, the president of UEFA, the world's football god, is on an equal footing with Qin Feng...

What is so strange about Qin Feng!

The scenes that I have been in contact with Qin Feng are replaying in my mind again and again.

Wang Xuan felt dizzy.

He hastened to pull the doorknob of the house so as not to fall to the ground.

"Come in!"

Sun Fenglin's voice came out from the door "in due course".

Wang Xuan settled down, gritted his teeth and opened the door to enter.

"Leader, have you read "Football Practitioners" today?"

As soon as he entered the door, Wang Xuan said impatiently.

"What's all the fuss about?"

Sun Fenglin sat behind the desk without looking up, writing and drawing in the black leather notebook.

"Qin Feng's Liaodong team defeated the main German national team!" Wang Xuan stepped forward and put the crumpled newspaper on Sun Fenglin's desk.

"Hehe, let's make a gimmick, play hype, Qin Feng has a way.""

Sun Fenglin glanced at the crumpled newspaper on the table and said with a slight smile: "The Liaodong team is good, but it is impossible to win against Germany unless the opponent releases water."

"Not a leader."

Wang Xuan explained: "The German team is serious. The performance of the Liaodong team even scared Beckenbauer and UEFA President Johansson!"

"In the end, Qin Feng, Beckenbauer and Johansson seem to have become friends!"

what!

Sun Fenglin paused, then raised his head and glared at Wang Xuan, "Are you serious?"

Wang Xuan nodded, then picked up the newspaper and presented it.

Sun Fenglin stood up and snatched the newspaper, not caring that some places were so wrinkled that the handwriting could not be read clearly, he held it in front of his eyes for a closer look.

The Liaodong team defeated Germany 3:2!

Shocked Beckenbauer and Johansson!

The two of them and Qin Feng talked happily!

Chung Mong-joon, chairman of the Korean Football Association, fears the strength of the Liaodong team...

Sun Fenglin slumped down and sat down, staring blankly at the ceiling with blank eyes.

There was no sound in the office, which made people feel flustered.

Wang Xuan didn't dare to show his anger.

a long time.

Sun Fenglin sighed, picked up the phone, and dialed Qian Zhisong's number.

Busy?

Dial again, still can't get through...

Sun Fenglin frowned and raised his eyes to the top of his head.

In the overhead office.

Wang Xunsheng, director of the football management department, sat behind his desk, and a copy of "Football Practitioners" was laid out on the desk.

He called Qian Zhisong first.

"Boss Qian, you have done a good job..."

"Yes, the Dragon Kingdom also received the news of your victory over Germany. The whole country is celebrating!"

"Does Chairman Qin Feng have time..."

"..."

at this time.

7 a.m. local time in the Maldives.

Qin Feng is having a beautiful breakfast.

View from the open-plan Robinson Island main dining room

Sunshine, sea, coconut grove, beach...

The air is fresh, the sea breeze is blowing, everything is like heaven.

Gudong Gudong gulped down a glass of iced milk.

Qin Feng used both a knife and fork to attack the German sausage in front of him.

"Dr. Qin, the Foot Management Department, and Minister Wang's phone call, they are surprisingly polite!"

At this time, Qian Zhisong walked up quickly, and handed over the phone while covering the receiver.

Wang Xunsheng?

You're kind?

Qin Feng swallowed the sausage in his mouth, then took the napkin and wiped the mouthful of grease, and then answered the phone.

"Hey, Minister Wang, please give instructions!"

"Haha, Chairman Qin Feng..."

On the other end of the phone, Wang Xunsheng smiled brightly, "Congratulations to Liaodong, you have won Germany!"

It turned out to be the case.

It seems that Brother Zhou's report has worked... Qin Feng raised the corner of his mouth.

In the microphone, Wang Xunsheng continued: "The Liaodong team is training in Europe, we must make persistent efforts..."

"Even the head of the General Administration called this morning and praised the Liaodong team and you..."

"When dealing with Chairman Beckenbauer and Johansson, you must be careful..."

"Johansson, there is hope to take the helm of FIFA!"

"Say more good things for Longguo football, and promote Longguo football more."

"If you have any difficulties, just mention it to the Foot Management Department, and I will solve it for you!"

Wang Xunsheng's words were neither fast nor slow, but earnest.

Heard last.

Qin Feng smiled playfully.

hang up the phone.

Before Qin Feng could think about it carefully, the phone rang again desperately.

Qin Feng's hands trembled, and the phone almost frightened him off.

Qian Zhisong glanced over, "Mr. Qin, Sun Fenglin's office number."

"Hehe..." Qin Feng laughed.

Be it Wang Xunsheng or Sun Fenglin, the reaction is fast enough...

Waiting for the phone to ring five or six times.

Qin Feng slowly pressed the answer button.

"Hey, who..."

"Ha ha!"

The hearty laughter similar to that of Wang Xunsheng just now sounded on the phone, "Qin Feng, I am your Uncle Sun!"

"..." Qin Feng was speechless.

It is different from Wang Xunsheng's praise and expectation.

Sun Fenglin said nothing about the match between Liaodong and Germany, Beckenbauer and Johansson, and the previous conflict between the two due to the recruitment of overseas players.

For several minutes, the conversation was all about homework.

"Be careful outside, take care of Xiaoli, come home for dinner when you have time back home."

After saying this, Sun Fenglin hung up the phone.

Qin Feng was stunned.

Well, you Sun Fenglin, seeing yourself hooked up with Beckenbauer and Johansson, you have changed from Minister Sun to my Uncle Sun?

Good for you!

Qin Feng sneered, threw the phone into Qian Zhisong's arms, and lowered his head to deal with breakfast.

"Qin Dong, what's the situation with Wang Xunsheng and Sun Fenglin?"

Qian Zhisong hurriedly answered the phone, and asked doubtfully, "Could they all come to compliment us?"

"It's as old money as you think."

Qin Feng didn't raise his head, "They are all hugging Buddha's feet when they come."

No need to ask, Wang Xunsheng and Sun Fenglin are looking to catch up with the world's football gods to build relationships.

It's just that the two methods are different.

Maybe I can use this to achieve some goals.

Qin Feng laughed wickedly, and cut off the sausage on the plate with one knife.

the other side.

Sun Fenglin, who put down the microphone, suddenly withdrew his smile.

After pondering for a while, he looked at Wang Xuan and said, "I'll stress it again, no matter what quarrel you have with Qin Feng, from now on, don't cross the line."

Wang Xuan nodded silently.

Unknowingly, Qin Feng reached a height that he could not reach.

He knew that from today onwards, it would be impossible to use the foot management department to trip Qin Feng in the open.

"Don't worry about leadership, I have no problem with Chairman Qin Feng."

Wang Xuan smiled humbly: "Boss Qin and the Liaodong team are so good, they should be the ones we support."

Sun Fenglin stared at Wang Xuan's eyes.

After a few seconds, he waved his hand, "Remember your words."

Wang Xuan bowed slightly with a smile, said goodbye and left.

Turn around instantly.

He put away his smile, his face was stern...

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