Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

Bayern headquarters, in the general manager's office.

Johansson sat aside, tasting whiskey by himself.

A corner of the office.

Bayern club chairman Beckenbauer, vice president Rummenigge, head coach Heath Mold, and Bayern youth team coach Ulrich are all on the list.

The four people huddled together, "plotting" something.

"That guy Qin can't make any progress in negotiations. We must give him a good look today!"

Beckenbauer gritted his teeth and looked at his expression as if he was remembering something unpleasant from the past.

"We will divide the work and cooperate in a while!"

With a wave of his hand, Beckenbauer showed off the style of the chairman of a wealthy team and said fiercely: "I am responsible for negotiating terms with Qin head-on."

As he spoke, he pointed to Rummenigge, "Karl, you are responsible for reasoning with Qin!"

Rummenigge nodded slightly, not even bothering to say "good".

"Utmar, you are responsible for presenting the facts and blocking Qin's broken mouth with data!"

"no problem!"

Heathfield was holding a thick pile of information, which was densely packed with numbers, and was memorizing it with a frown.

Beckenbauer nodded with satisfaction and looked at the last person, Ulrich.

"Reiner, prepare your fists!"

"If that guy Qin dares to cause trouble at Bayern, give him a good look!"

"This..." Ulrich swallowed and looked slightly embarrassed.

"Liner, I didn't ask you to really fight Qin!"

Thinking of Ulrich's stubbornness, Beckenbauer slapped his forehead and quickly explained, "If Qin bites the price and doesn't let go, you can shout from the side..."

"Our youth team has good players. There is no need to buy players from Liaodong, your country. Chairman Beckenbauer, we don't want Liaodong players!"

"This can make Qin scared and eager to take action on players!"

"do you understand?"

"Understood!" Ulrich nodded vigorously and said, "As long as Qin insists that the price remains unchanged, I will follow what you taught me!"

Done.

He walked aside, gritted his teeth and stared, made gestures with his hands, and kept muttering silently.

"We have good players in our youth team..."

"There is no need to buy people from your Dragon Kingdom, Liaodong..."

"Chairman Beckenbauer..."

"We don't want it anymore..."

"..."

Beckenbauer stared at Ulrich and read it several times before he sat aside with confidence.

"Franz, the arrangement is good!"

Johansson took a sip of whiskey and said, "Will Qin just play your cards right?"

Beckenbauer smiled proudly and was about to brag...

Suddenly there was a knock on the office door.

Qin Feng walked in with support.

Seeing that the room was full of people, he was startled for a moment, and then he got straight to the point:

"Franz, Zhao can transfer to Bayern. Pepe personally chooses to stay in Liaodong. We should respect his ideas."

Is it just Zhao?

Beckenbauer mused: "Qin, Zhao's transfer fee is 120 million euros!"

After speaking, he raised his eyebrows at Lugnig and others.

The meaning is obvious, as long as Qin Feng dares to explode the thorns, he will do it to me!

Rummenigge and others nodded secretly and slowly surrounded Qin Feng, waiting for Qin Feng to ask to increase the price.

Among the four, only Ulrich was still mumbling to himself, reciting the words Beckenbauer had taught him, for fear of making a mistake.

"120?"

Qin Feng found a seat and sat down, "Okay, fixed price, no change!"

"Qin, you have to know that this price is already quite a lot..." Rummenigge immediately continued, but mid-sentence, he suddenly stopped and looked at Qin Feng with his mouth half open.

120 million, the fixed price, has not changed?

The price is not high!

Zhao is 18 years old and has proven his strength in the international arena.

According to the current European transfer market conditions, it can easily be sold for more than 150 million euros.

Beckenbauer offered 120 million, just to keep the price as low as possible to increase the bargaining room between the two parties.

In the end, Qin agreed without even thinking about it?

Not only Rummenigge, but Hitzfeld was also stupid. He memorized the transfer data of major European teams in recent seasons for a long time, just waiting to teach Qin a lesson.

In the end, he agreed without paying back the price?

Selling the young mainstay of the team for 120 million euros is a big loss!

Did Franz exaggerate Qin's negotiating ability?

Hitzfeld swallowed back what he said, looked at Rummenigge who was also confused, and then looked at Beckenbauer suspiciously.

Beckenbauer was also stunned.

Feeling like he was facing a formidable enemy, he planned countermeasures and almost brought everyone from Bayern to prepare for a fight with Qin Da, but...

Qin won’t counter-offer today!

its not right!

Use your skills on the island!

Beckenbauer's eyes were full of resentment, but then he thought about it, for 120 million, Bayern got a big deal!

He smiled again and was about to make a deal...

Next to him, Ulrich raised his head sharply.

He had been reciting the "lines" with his head down before. He didn't hear the first words of Qin Feng, only the second half...

"One price, unchanged!"

As if hearing the "horn of charge", Ulrich rushed towards him.

"Qin, our youth team has some good players!"

"There is no need to buy people from your Dragon Kingdom, Liaodong!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused.

"No need to buy people, after that..."

He rolled his eyes and muttered for a few seconds.

Ulrich raised his neck and shouted, "We don't want... Chairman Beckenbauer!"

The place was silent.

Beckenbauer and others looked at Ulrich in disbelief with their mouths half open.

Ulrich thought he was being appreciated, so his acting skills became even more exaggerated. He raised his neck, curled his mouth into a splay, and stared at Qin Feng with great pride.

Qin Feng was also stunned.

What do you mean?

Bayern doesn’t want Beckenbauer anymore?

If you just buy a player, the club president will be deposed! ?

"Hahaha……"

Laughter suddenly broke out in a corner of the office. John clutched his stomach tightly and laughed so hard that he hit the table and couldn't straighten his waist.

After laughing for a while, he coughed violently again.

"Ahem... Franz, I'm just saying, Qin won't play your cards right, haha, Bayern doesn't want you anymore, I, UEFA, will take you in..."

Pfft, it’s not just Johansson.

Heathfield couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud. Even Rummenigge, who usually rarely talks, pursed his lips and turned red, feeling quite uncomfortable holding it in.

"Leiner..."

Beckenbauer's face was livid, "If you don't want to speak, just shut up!"

Only then did Ulrich realize that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly covered his mouth and retreated.

Qin Feng also came to his senses at this time.

Bayern has been making such a big fuss for a long time just to bargain with themselves! ?

With a smile, he looked at Beckenbauer teasingly, "Franz, there's no need for this, we are friends!"

"Yeah, friend..."

Beckenbauer put away his anger and smiled instead. He did not mention that his group was "besieging" Qin Feng. He only said that the transfer fee was 120 million and the two parties could initial the contract first.

"Don't be in a hurry to sign the contract."

Qin Feng found a seat and sat down comfortably, and said slowly: "Bayern took advantage of the price of 120 million. I have a small request, Franz, for your help."

"Qin, our Bayern offer of 120 million yuan does not accept any additional terms written into the contract!"

Beckenbauer was shocked, thinking that Qin Feng was going to raise the price again.

Rummenigge, who had not forgotten his duty to "reason" with Qin Feng, said in a deep voice:

"Qin, you must keep your word, 120 million, you agreed!"

"Yes Yes……"

Qin Feng agreed repeatedly, "I didn't say I would increase the price or write any additional terms in the contract..."

Done.

He looked up at Beckenbauer and said seriously: "I mean, I have something private and I want to ask you for help!"

I heard Qin Feng say the word "private matter".

Beckenbauer narrowed his eyes.

half an hour.

He waved to Rummenigge and others, "Qin and I will talk alone..."

……