Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

"Uncle Zhou, haven't you rested yet?"

Qin Feng laughed and walked up to him and said, "How about I invite you out for a drink?"

Zhou Chuanqiong's face was expressionless.

He pressed out the cigarette butt on the trash can, took two puffs of tobacco foam, and asked in a deep voice: "Boy, who is right and who is wrong?"

No beginning or end of a sentence.

Qin Feng was stunned when he asked.

It took him several seconds to realize that Zhou Chuanqiong was asking about the grudge between him and Zhou Mingshi.

The husband only cares about medicinal materials and ignores his wife who is about to give birth.

In order to vent his anger on his mother's behalf, the son ignored his father's various attempts to express his kindness and refused to give his father a good look for so many years.

Father and son don't talk about each other, they are both stubborn donkeys.

But seriously...

The thought flashed by.

Qin Feng said directly, "Uncle Zhou, what are you talking about? I don't understand!"

As he spoke, he leaned forward and pressed the elevator up button.

Wait for the elevator doors to open.

Qin Feng quickly rushed into the elevator and kept pressing the door-closing button.

"It's late, go to bed early!"

The elevator door began to close slowly, and Qin Feng grinned at Zhou Chuanqiong, showing his white teeth.

"Boy, you are dishonest."

Staring at Qin Feng, who was about to be completely blocked by the elevator door, Zhou Chuanqiong spat and whispered, "If you act like this, your legs will never be cured for the rest of your life!"

bang.

The elevator door closed for a moment, and a big hand suddenly stretched out from the crack in the door. The elevator door made a dinging sound and slid open to one side again.

"Uncle Zhou?"

Qin Feng stepped out slowly on crutches and asked doubtfully, "What do you think of my legs?"

"If I say you are dishonest, your legs will never heal for the rest of your life!"

Zhou Chuanqiong was startled, then he scratched his neck and shouted.

"No, you seem to be saying...don't even think about curing your legs in your lifetime!" Qin Feng corrected.

"Is there a difference?"

"It's a big difference. I heard that you are a Chinese medicine practitioner. Is there anything you can do about my legs?"

"No way, you heard wrong!"

"..."

Qin Feng looked suspicious. Zhou Chuanqiong's voice was not loud just now, and he really didn't hear it clearly.

Maybe I am too sensitive...

Curling his lips and bidding farewell to Zhou Chuanqiong again, Qin Feng hurried back to the elevator before the elevator door closed.

The elevator starts to go up.

Zhou Chuanqiong sighed, stared at the elevator for a while, then glanced at Zhou Mingshi's room a few times, turned around, and walked into the stairwell on one side...

Had breakfast early the next morning.

Qin Feng came to Zhou Mingshi's room again.

After a night's sleep, Zhou Mingshi was in high spirits. Except for a pile of empty beer cans on the bedside, there was no sign of a hangover.

He didn't say a word about what happened last night, as if nothing happened.

Qin Feng did not mention the quarrel between Zhou Mingshi and Zhou Chuanqiong, for fear that Zhou Mingshi, like his father, would ask himself who was right and who was wrong.

It's hard for upright officials to handle household affairs, so let them do it!

"Brother Zhou, I want to ask you about the article that bombarded the foot management department. How did you deal with it?

Sitting on the sofa, Qin Feng pointed to his laptop and asked: "The Asian Games have just ended. The Dragon Country team lost to Iran again, recalled the five main overseas players, and ended up with No. 3."

"It's the right time to report to the newspaper!"

"When you think about it, the cucumber dish is cold!"

A "Northeast proverb" came up, Zhou Mingshi smiled and turned on the computer, "Look, it's about 1 p.m. Dragon Country time now, and it was published early in the morning."

"In a few hours, there will be feedback on newspaper sales."

on the computer screen.

This is the electronic picture of the new issue of "Football Practitioners".

Front page headlines...

"Is the third place in the Asian Games a victory for Dragon Kingdom football?" 》

Look at the signature, it's Zhou Mingshi's review article.

Qin Feng turned around in confusion, "Isn't this the article I wrote?"

"Of course not. Didn't you want to open a column before?"

Zhou Mingshi moved the mouse and explained: "The column does not get the treatment of the front page headlines. You wrote it here, and the location is pretty good."

The bottom of the front page of the newspaper.

Use a thick line to outline an elongated area.

Written in bold letters above, "Qin Feng talks about the ball".

"This is the name of your column. It is simple and straightforward. You will know what it is going to say at a glance."

Zhou Mingshi put down the mouse and said with a smile: "I'm sorry I didn't discuss it with you. You can read the content of the article yourself."

Qin Feng took the mouse, enlarged the picture, and squinted to read each word carefully.

"The Dragon National Football Team, with all its main players, has recalled its five overseas players. After all the hardships, it finally won the third place in the Asian Games in Bangkok. It is gratifying..."

At the beginning, there was some cynicism about the performance of the Dragon Kingdom team in the Asian Games.

Most of them are written by Qin Feng.

Zhou Mingshi has not changed much.

But looking down again, Qin Feng was stunned.

"The rigidity of Longguo's tactics and the lack of flexibility made me sigh at the head coach Muyu's head, but at the same time I had to think deeply..."

"As a meritorious coach of the Swedish League and a FIFA lecturer, Mr. Bobby Horton's abilities should be more than that..."

"I can't help but think of the unofficial legend. During the late Qing Dynasty, Cixi took a train for the first time and actually ordered the train to be driven forward manually. 』

“Ministers, the train driver has no choice but to do as he is told. 』

"It's a pity that the most advanced steam locomotives at that time could only be pulled by people and horses, and their speed was not as fast as that of adults..."

"This is so similar to the football situation in Dragon Country! 』

"The coach of the national football team is the train driver, and the person sitting above the head of the national football team is the current Cixi, the foot management department!" 』

"..."

This was not written by Qin Feng. What he wrote before was more obscure, only alluding to the foot management department, and "possibly" being behind the scenes to cause Longguo Football to fail.

But after Zhou Mingshi changed his mind.

But it's like pointing at the foot tube and scolding the mother!

"..."

"The Football Administration ignores the laws of football development and only looks at immediate results, causing the national football team to lose two games to Iran..."

"They should apologize to the Dragon Country players, apologize to the fans, and apologize to the people of the country!" 』

"Everyone, the Qing Dynasty is dead!" 』

"When will our football revitalization start?" 』

I almost held my breath until the end.

Qin Feng put down the mouse and turned to Zhou Mingshi with a glare, "Brother Zhou, you are calling the foot management department by name, do you want your newspaper?"

"I?"

Zhou Mingshi was stunned, "Your column and the article's title are also yours. What does it have to do with me?"

With that said, he came over and patted Qin Feng on the shoulder.

"I am just a carrier of words, you are the culprit!"

"You have talent, I'm optimistic about you!"

"..."

Qin Feng looked at the sky and was speechless for a while. Literary men really only care about courtesy, justice and integrity, but they are shameless...

The article was changed beyond recognition by Zhou Mingshi.

Fortunately, the central idea is still the same as my own.

Think about it too.

I don't need any good tunes to play to the cow in the foot canal department.

If you want to scold, do it directly so that people can understand it at a glance.

Isn't the purpose of writing my own column to scold the Football Management Department so that ordinary fans can more intuitively discover that Longguo football has no future in the hands of the Football Management Department?

fair enough!

Taking a deep breath, Qin Feng raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Brother Zhou, next time I will just scold you, so I won't bother you to help me correct it!"

"Oh?"

Zhou Mingshi also laughed, "Qin Feng, that's not okay. I'm the editor-in-chief. If I don't change a few hundred words of yours, it seems like I'm incompetent..."

"You are really good at being editors!" Qin Feng was even more speechless.

Zhou Mingshi laughed loudly...

The two chatted casually.

But none of them knew.

at this time.

This article by "Qin Feng" has caused an uproar in the Dragon Kingdom...

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