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It was more than an hour.

The restaurant was almost gone, and the staff looked at the last table in the restaurant from time to time while "cleaning the battlefield".

Johansson's fat face flushed.

He has already drank 3 large glasses of draft beer and is belching non-stop.

Beckenbauer also blushed.

But unlike Johansson who drank too much.

He is angry!

Qin Feng buried his face on the dining table, and used a knife and fork to deal with a large piece of steak.

Talking about business is a physical effort, and I patronized and talked all night, and I didn't eat much.

"Qin, slow down!"

Beckenbauer said unhappily: "If you give in a little bit, you won't die, but if you eat too quickly, you might die."

"Ha ha……"

Qin Feng didn't raise his head, and said vaguely: "Frantz, after all, you are a famous football player in the world, how about your demeanor?"

"You can't scold the street like a street sneaker."

"I can't give in. You Bayern are rich and powerful, and the prices in Munich are ridiculously high. Yang is a member of your Bayern. If it gets out, the Bayern players can't even afford a good steak, tsk tsk tsk..."

After curling his lips and tutting a few times, Qin Feng swallowed the beef, shook his head and said: "It's too embarrassing, if I were the chairman of Bayern, I would be embarrassed to go out!"

"The annual salary is 80 Deutsche Marks. For a player from the Dragon Kingdom, is this still too little?"

Beckenbauer's eyebrows were thick and his lips were purple, "How dare you mention that I am a famous player in world football? Is this how you respect your seniors?"

"Qin, I have no doubts. If I were on the field back then, I would have made you doubt your life!"

As soon as the words come out.

Beckenbauer suddenly realized that this was inappropriate.

Qin Feng is on crutches, so it's not like cursing someone face to face! ?

He meant it as a joke.

Coupled with the fact that Qin Feng was very angry, he didn't think too much about it.

Now that I realize it, I hurriedly apologized, "Qin, I was just joking, there is no other meaning, don't..."

"It's okay Franz."

Qin Feng said it's okay, but put down the knife and fork, and looked at Beckenbauer seriously, "I'll settle the score for you!"

"Your main striker, Erbo, has an annual salary of 350 million German marks."

"Yankel, with an annual salary of 300 million Deutschmarks."

"Sauer, with an annual salary of 310 million German marks."

"'Tiger' Effenberg, with an annual salary of 380 million Deutschmarks."

"..."

"They are the absolute main force of the team, and they are also stars who have proven their strength in the Bundesliga."

Before Qin Feng could finish speaking, Beckenbauer interrupted anxiously, "Yang can't compare with them!"

"That's right, I didn't ask Yang to get your Bayern maximum salary."

Qin Feng didn't care about Beckenbauer's interruption, and continued: "Then let me talk about your foreign striker substitutes."

"Turkish striker, Galtan, with an annual salary of 120 million German marks."

"Ghanaian Bentil, 110 million German marks."

"Even the Iranian striker Ali Daei, you Bayern are willing to pay him a salary of 100 million German marks!"

Speaking of which.

Qin Feng's voice grew louder.

He put his hands on the edge of the table, leaned forward and looked at Beckenbauer closely, "Then Franz, please explain to me."

"Why do you only drive to a pitiful 80 yuan when you come to us Longguo, and you still have a face of charity?"

"Don't forget, Yang is an important rotation player you promised!"

"Uh..." Beckenbauer was speechless for a moment.

He didn't mean to look down on Long Guo people.

It's just the inherent superiority of European football.

In addition, he is the chairman of the world's top wealthy team, Bayern Munich, and this sense of superiority has unknowingly penetrated into the blood.

In Beckenbauer's subconscious.

Bayern is willing to give Yang Cheng the opportunity to join. Yang Cheng should be grateful to Dade and put forward conditions, which is the privilege of European and South American players.

But Qin Feng's words made Beckenbauer wake up.

Sitting opposite is also a family...

No, it is the "chairman" of the team that owns two clubs, and regardless of fame or wealth, only in terms of team strength, the Liaodong team is limited compared to Bayern.

Moreover, the Longguo football market behind Qin Feng is so huge that no one can refuse it.

Even Johansson is actively seeking cooperation with Qin Feng.

In this context, Bayern's introduction of a Longguo player is beneficial and harmless.

What's more, this Dragon Country player is still very strong...

"Frantz, Qin is right, you didn't think twice."

On the side, Johansson narrowed his eyes and spoke at the right time with his tongue out, not sure if it was a drink.

Beckenbauer's heart trembled.

"Qin, I apologize for causing a misunderstanding."

He bowed his head and pondered for a few seconds before solemnly saying, "Say your request again."

"Annual salary of 160!"

"If you sign for 2 years, the salary increase in the coming year shall not be less than 15%."

"If Bayern achieves results and Yang has a good performance, renegotiate and sign the contract next season!"

Qin Feng held up three fingers and continued: "I have already made concessions on the transfer fee, and I did not exaggerate Yang's worth."

"I will not compromise on his personal treatment!"

These words sealed off Beckenbauer's room for bargaining.

Regardless of Yang Cheng's backing, there are a large number of Dragon Country fans supporting him.

Based on Yang Cheng's own strength and status in Numancia, he is worth the salary.

Qin Feng didn't want Longguo players to equate with cheap labor.

In the case of equal strength, Longguo players also have the capital to ask for higher treatment, rather than flattering themselves to lower their value, just for a "fake name" to join a wealthy club.

At worst, let Yang Cheng stay in Numancia.

In a few years, 400 million euros is probably only a fraction of Yang Cheng's transfer fee!

Besides, 160 million Deutsche Marks, although it was twice as much as Yang Cheng's income in Numancia, it was still a corner.

But at Bayern, this is only a mid-range annual salary level, which is basically what Yang Cheng deserves.

Qin Feng didn't hide it.

He directly expressed his thoughts.

Beckenbauer frowned and thought for a while, then finally nodded and said, "Yes, Yang's contract will be drawn up according to your proposal."

"I admit that I still have a little prejudice against Longguo players."

"So again I apologize to you, but I also hope..."

"Yang will use his own strength to prove that my previous idea was wrong, instead of relying on the commercial value behind him."

"Don't worry about this, I want face too!"

Qin Feng finally smiled and raised his glass to Beckenbauer, "If Yang is a parallel importer, I will buy him back with money!"

"Ha ha!"

Beckenbauer also smiled, and raised his glass to touch Qin Feng, "I can tell whether Yang is a parallel importer."

"Qin, you don't have to think about going back on your word!"

"Anyway, in my opinion, you have lost this business!"

"Really?" Qin Feng pretended to be stunned, "How about we start from the beginning, Yang's transfer fee is 1000 million euros!"

Puff.

Beckenbauer's newly imported beer spurted out.

On the opposite side, Qin Feng was already prepared, and turned his head to avoid it.

Johansson next to him was unlucky and was sprayed with beer all over his pants.

"You can't go back on your word like this!"

"Stop joking, Qin!"

Beckenbauer and Johansson wiped the alcohol from their mouths in embarrassment, staring at Qin Feng with trembling lips.

"Haha, yes, it's just a joke!"

Qin Feng once again raised his glass to Beckenbauer, and also raised his glass to Johansson, "Happy cooperation!"

Both Beckenbauer and Johansson were moved.

Qin Feng's happy cooperation doesn't just refer to the transfer deal with Bayern...

The three people's wine glasses touched each other lightly, making a crisp sound, and everything was tacitly understood.

Put down the wine glass.

Qin Feng left the table first.

Looking at Qin Feng's back, Beckenbauer shook his head and smiled wryly, "What a difficult guy."

Johansson was already drunk and his eyes were clouded.

Hear what Beckenbauer said.

He drank the last sip of beer in his glass, opened his small eyes suddenly, and glanced at Beckenbauer.

"Some people, some countries, deserve our attention."

"Frantz, I have to remind you that once in a while you put away your arrogance that you shouldn't have, it will make you look more graceful."

"That's right..."

Qin Feng's figure has disappeared into the distance.

But Beckenbauer still watched Qin Feng leave the direction and remained motionless for a long time.

Maybe it's time to invite Chin and his team to Bayern...

Beckenbauer thought so.

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