Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

1000 million!

Pay back the euro!

The four people on the table, except Qin Feng, all dropped their jaws in shock.

"Stop joking, Qin!"

Beckenbauer picked up the knife and fork and exclaimed: "For 1000 million euros, we can buy better players!"

"Bayern only spent 80 yuan to introduce Ali Dayi from Iran, which is still Deutschmark."

"Yang is good, but he's not worth the price!"

"No no no..."

Imitating Beckenbauer's accent just now, Qin Feng shook his finger, "Yang Cheng is a player of the Dragon Kingdom national team. He has a stable output on the field. You have also seen his performance in the Asian Games these two days!"

"I decided to sign Yang after seeing his performance in the Asian Games, but that doesn't mean..."

"Frantz!"

Qin Feng interrupted the impatient Beckenbauer, and said slowly: "Yang has proved himself in Spain, and he is fully capable of adapting to the five major European leagues."

"Don't forget, he is the top scorer of Numancia, a strong contender for the top scorer of West Second Division, and the biggest contributor to Numancia's ranking at the top of West Second Division!"

Speaking of business, Qin Feng has learned a lot from Qian Zhisong recently.

No matter what, it is always right to brag about Yang Cheng's strength and importance desperately.

"Young is the most important part of Numancia's attack on La Liga."

"In La Liga, he will be our main striker for the next five years."

"Frantz, if you and I have a good relationship, I wouldn't sell Yang if I was killed. You also know that selling the main players during the team's rising period is a big taboo."

"So, 1000 million euros, this is a friendly price."

"Who made us friends!"

Hearing Qin Feng's last words.

Johansson burst out laughing, and Zheng Mengzhun also twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Qin, I still have to thank you for saying that!" Beckenbauer almost spat a mouthful of old blood onto the dining table.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't even think about 1000 million euros!"

"..."

Qin Feng and Beckenbauer started a war of words over Yang Cheng's transfer price.

After more than 40 minutes.

Johansson ate the last bite of cake on the plate, looked at Qin Feng and Beckenbauer who were still spraying each other, and yawned.

He waved for a glass of beer, and then some peanuts.

He was getting ready to continue watching the show.

The bargain between the two finally came to fruition.

"1000 million is 1000 million!" Beckenbauer squeezed a few words through his teeth, "Qin, you have to pray that Yang will perform well in Bayern!"

"Otherwise I'll go to church every day and accuse God of your greed!"

"Hehe, Franz, you will never regret it!"

Qin Feng laughed so harmlessly to humans and animals.

He is quite satisfied with Yang Cheng's transfer price.

Of course, it is impossible for Beckenbauer to pay 1000 million euros to buy Yang Cheng.

Qin Feng was just asking for the price, waiting for Beckenbauer to sit down and pay back the money.

1000 million is still 1000 million, but the unit has become 1000 million German marks, which is equivalent to about 400 million euros, 4000 million dragon coins,

To be honest, this price is basically in line with Yang Chenglong's national footballer and the top scorer of the West Second Division.

According to the European transfer market conditions.

Qin Feng earns a lot, but not much.

But don't forget.

At the beginning, Qin Feng's Numancia introduced Yang Cheng from Yanjing Guoan, but it only cost 100 million German marks.

It's less than half a season now, just a few months.

Yang Cheng's worth has doubled by a full 10 times!

There are not many businesses in the world that are more profitable than this...

Qin Feng waved for a glass of red wine, took a sip, and felt very happy.

Beckenbauer acted quickly, and immediately made a phone call to the Bayern Munich club, ordering someone to contact Yang Cheng to discuss personal treatment.

hang up the phone.

Beckenbauer seemed to suddenly think of something, looked at Qin Feng and asked, "Yang, do you have a manager? Maybe we need to contact Yang's manager first."

broker?

Beckenbauer's words reminded Qin Feng.

Like most Liaodong players, Yang Cheng does not have an agent.

Before in Liaodong, I asked Qian Zhisong to register as an agent company in order to help players from the Dragon Kingdom like Yang Cheng get the corresponding treatment in the future, so as not to be tricked by some bad agents or teams. .

He beckoned to Qian Zhisong and asked about the registration status of the Liaodong Brokerage Company.

Qian Zhisong was unequivocal, saying that he had completed the relevant procedures before going abroad and could receive players at any time.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Qin Feng smiled and looked at Beckenbauer just as he was about to speak.

The phone rang in Qian Zhisong's pocket.

It turned out to be Yang Cheng's call.

It is estimated that it is for the transfer to Bayern.

"Brother Yang, congratulations, that's the 'Bundesliga giant', the king of the south, Bayern Munich!"

Qin Feng took the opportunity and made a joke.

But Yang Cheng didn't have any joy on the phone.

On the contrary, the voice was heavy, as if he was going through the test of life and death.

"Dr. Qin, I don't want to leave Numancia. I'm leaving. What about the team? I'm also worried about Ronaldo."

Qin Feng heard it.

Yang Cheng is a loyal person, he is really worried about Numancia and Ronaldo.

"Listen to me, Brother Yang..."

Qin Feng put away his joking expression, and seriously stated the reason why he wanted Yang Cheng to transfer.

It took a lot of talking.

Yang Cheng finally agreed.

"Don't worry about Brother Yang, I will send someone from the Liaodong team to Numancia."

"C Ronaldo, I will also make people look up to him!"

After saying a few more words to reassure Yang Cheng, Qin Feng turned to ask: "Brother Yang, you don't have an agent yet, do you?"

"No, Director Qin..." Yang Cheng replied confusedly.

"It's fine if you don't have one. Liaodong has set up a brokerage company, and I'll let Mr. Qian talk to you later."

Return the phone to Qian Zhisong.

Qin Feng smiled and looked at Beckenbauer, "About Yang's manager, you are asking me!"

"Yes, Franz, there is no doubt..."

"I am Yang's manager!"

"No, Qin, it's you again?"

Beckenbauer's eyes widened slowly, and the newly imported beef slipped out of his mouth.

next to.

Zheng Mengzhun rolled his eyes, apologized and got up to leave.

More than 40 minutes just now is enough, he doesn't want to listen to Qin Feng's nonsense anymore.

Johansson was very happy.

He hurriedly ordered another glass of beer, grabbed the peanuts and munched, looking like he was watching the excitement...

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