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"Hello, Executive Sun."

Qin Feng answered the phone and said in a brisk voice, "Is something wrong?"

"Xiao Qin, I told you to call him Uncle Sun!"

In the receiver, Sun Fenglin smiled and said: "You have done a good job in Europe. The results are gratifying. Xiaoli also told me that you took good care of her..."

I heard Sun Fenglin's formulaic approach on the phone.

Qin Feng felt disgusted.

He put away his smile and interrupted Sun Fenglin in a deep voice.

"Manager Sun, I have something to say, I'm very busy!"

There was an instant silence on the phone.

Qin Feng could even hear Sun Fenglin breathing heavily.

For a while.

Sun Fenglin continued, "Qin Feng, did you know there was a problem with IPHOX?"

Qin Feng didn't answer.

After a few seconds.

"Qin Feng, all punishments on the Liaodong team and yourself will be cancelled!"

Sun Fenglin began to talk about the conditions, "I will no longer pursue you for insulting the foot management department!"

Qin Feng still didn't answer.

"What else do you want?"

Through the microphone, Sun Fenglin gritted his teeth and said, "I have already shown my sincerity. Besides, you may not be able to find a replacement for IPHOX to sponsor the FA Cup in such a short period of time!"

"If I don't pursue you, I'll be taking a big risk!"

Hear this.

Qin Feng's expression became even colder.

"To tell you the truth, three hours ago, I just..." No longer hiding anything, Qin Feng revealed his intention to cooperate with a number of large German companies.

"Are you serious?" Sun Fenglin could no longer control his leadership style, and his voice trembled with excitement.

"True, truer than diamonds!"

Qin Feng raised the corner of his mouth, "So Executive Sun..."

"When you ask for help, you have to act like you are asking for help!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone again.

Qin Feng was not in a hurry and motioned for others to go first while he stood there and waited quietly.

a long time.

Sun Fenglin's voice sounded on the microphone.

"Qin Feng, I'm sorry, please help me!"

Sun Fenglin was convinced!

In other words, the foot management department has bowed to itself!

A sour feeling flowed from the bones of his feet straight through Tianling Gai, and Qin Feng almost hummed in comfort.

but……

"President Sun, is this just like this?" Qin Feng asked jokingly.

"Qin Feng, what do you want, I've already apologized!" Sun Fenglin asked this question for the second time, almost shouting.

"I think you're making a mistake!"

Qin Feng then raised his voice, "It's not me, Qin Feng, who asked you to apologize!"

"But there are thousands of Dragon Country fans!"

"You, your football management department, owe it to the fans!"

"You should say sorry to them!"

After saying that, regardless of Sun Fenglin's reaction, Qin Feng hung up the phone directly.

Not two seconds.

The phone rang again.

It was Sun Fenglin who called.

Qin Feng didn't answer, but found Qian Zhisong.

After handing over the phone, Qin Feng whispered, "Old Qian, tell Sun Fenglin that I'll see how he performs, and we'll talk about the rest after I return to China!"

Qian Zhisong was stunned for a moment, "Director Qin, please keep a line in your behavior, shall we..."

"Don't push too hard?" Before Qian Zhisong could finish speaking, Qin Feng interrupted directly: "Old Qian, think about it, if we hadn't gained the upper hand today, would the foot management department have let me go?"

"Will you let the Liaodong team go?"

Qian Zhisong was speechless, but what Qin Feng said was extremely true.

Had it not been for the success of the football team, endless troubles would have been waiting for the Liaodong team.

"So Lao Qian, if you don't take action, that's it. If you do, you have to defeat the opponent!"

Qin Feng explained patiently: "The great man once said that if you hit with one punch, you will avoid hundreds of punches!"

“Let’s get down to business!

Done.

Qin Feng pointed to the phone that kept ringing in Qian Zhisong's hand, and then walked to the airport luggage carousel.

Qian Zhisong smiled helplessly. His boss Qin was good at everything, but he would not spare others when he was in power.

But Director Qin is right.

Still down to business!

There is no time to always argue with the foot tube department.

"Hey, Executive Sun, let me tell you..."

Walking to a deserted corner, Qian Zhisong answered the phone with a smile...

That night.

Qin Feng led the Liaodong team, accompanied by Rexach, to the La Masia training camp in Barcelona.

Lexach was so happy to see his old friend again, especially when he saw his "drinking buddy" Lao Shuai Shang Yin, the two of them clamored to have a good drink.

After dinner.

Still an old London pub.

There was still green absinthe with a strange smell on the table.

But this time when Qin Feng drank it, the absinthe didn't seem that bad...

"Director Qin, I respect you!"

On the side, Zhao Junze, who came to accompany him, raised his orange juice.

After the Bangkok Asian Games ended, Zhao Junze reported back to Barcelona early, but missed consecutive La Liga games. Zhao Junze lost his starting position and returned to the bench again.

Two days ago, January 1rd.

Round 16 of La Liga.

Barcelona beat Alaves 7-1 at Camp Nou.

Even with a big lead, Zhao Junze did not get 1 minute of playing time.

"Xiao Zhao, do you regret it?"

Glancing at Zhao Junze who forced a smile, Qin Feng raised his glass and said, "If you don't go back to participate in the Asian Games, you should have secured your position as Barcelona's main force."

"I have no regrets. I lost my position. I will work hard to get it back..."

Zhao Junze shook his head and smiled bitterly, "If I have to say it, it's because I didn't play well in the game that I got third place!"

"Ha ha!"

Qin Feng smiled happily, raised his wine glass to Zhao Junze, and said teasingly:

"You are still hiding in front of me. Once you go abroad, you become a saint. Do you have any complaints in your heart?"

"Uh……"

Seeing Qin Feng asking, Zhao Junze scratched his head and said helplessly: "Director Qin, I'm telling you without hesitation."

"At that time, I, Dayu, and Brother Yang Chengyang talked to Coach Horton and the team leader sent by the Football Management Department."

"If we are playing against a weak team, can you give us a rotation and rest so that we can be at our best against Iran?"

"Coach Horton is okay, but the team leader sent by the Football Department said..."

"The leaders above have told me that even if it is a weak team, we must make sure to win!"

"Tell me what this is about. If the leader just said a word, we almost broke our legs!"

"In the end, we lost to Iran again. Didn't you see how arrogant the opponent was..."

talking.

Zhao Junze drank the orange juice in one gulp and put down the glass with a bang, "I don't accept it!"

really.

Faced with the "sexy operations" of the foot management department, even a low-key person like Zhao Junze was full of complaints.

"It's okay, Xiao Zhao."

Patting Zhao Junze on the shoulder, Qin Feng comforted him: "We will have a chance to win it back in the future."

"And you watch."

"Foot management department, stop being so arrogant!"

……