Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

Qin Feng thought that today would not go well.

But unexpectedly, Vera seemed to be indifferent and didn't even say the conditions.

Let’s look at Vera’s performance.

He was obviously moved by his proposal...

Seeing that the negotiations have reached a deadlock.

Qin Feng sighed.

It seems that we can only reveal the last trump card!

"Chairman Vera, do you know about my relationship with Chairman Johansson?"

Qin Feng asked: "Has Lennart ever mentioned to you, Dragon Kingdom, Qin!?"

"I did mention it."

Vera narrowed her eyes and glanced at Qin Feng, sat down and leaned back comfortably, "Otherwise I won't let you in."

"But maybe you don't know that Chairman Johansson and I are just good working partners."

Vera is saying that he and Johansson are just ordinary colleagues...

Qin Feng continued: "Then did Johansson tell you why he became friends with me?"

"This is not."

Vera spread her hands and said, "I don't like to talk over shallow conversations."

"But I also know that Chairman Johansson is interested in the Longguo market behind you."

Although Vera is trying her best to hide it.

Qin Feng also heard a hint of envy in his words.

It seems there is a door...

He pondered for a few seconds.

Qin Feng said: "Chairman Vera, since you are a sensible person, I will tell you what I have to say!"

"I know you want to go further with FIFA."

"Sign this document and you will achieve your wish!"

"After all, siding with Blatter is not a good choice..."

The voice did not fall.

Vera laughed so hard that the scars at the corners of her eyes twitched.

"Young man, your tone is not small!"

Speaking of this, Vera's smile instantly faded, she stood up and shouted with a glare: "Behind Blatter, there are South America, half of Asia, and Americans supporting him!"

"Why do you and Johansson ask me to take sides?"

"Why?"

He raised his head slightly and stared at Vera, who was a head taller than him.

Qin Feng replied tepidly:

"Just because we have the entire Dragon Kingdom behind us!"

Vera fell silent.

He frowned and stared into Qin Feng's eyes.

Qin Feng was not afraid and looked at Vera calmly...

the other side.

Parking lot outside Las Rozas Football City.

Beside the black car.

Rexach kept spinning in circles.

It's almost 1pm.

Qin Feng went in for more than two hours.

Even if a poor boy comes to propose marriage.

There should be results now!

Stopping, Rexach raised his feet and looked at Qin Feng leaving the road...

There was no one.

Vera has a fierce temper.

Qin You's face is disgusting.

The more I think about it, the more worried I become.

Rexach opened the trunk of the car and rummaged around, and soon pulled out a large wrench.

Wave it out of thin air a few times to make a whirring sound.

Rexach curled his lips and nodded, striding towards the Football Association.

Just turned the corner.

The man opposite him was tall and tall, walking slowly with a cane.

"Qin!"

Rexach rushed over and shouted in surprise: "Are you okay?"

"What can I do?"

Qin Feng was stunned and glanced at the wrench in Rexach's hand, "It's you Lei Zi, what do you want to do?"

"Uh……"

Only then did Rexach react and hurriedly put the wrench behind his back, "Before entering Barcelona, ​​I was a car maintenance worker. It makes sense to carry a wrench with me!"

A random explanation.

Rexach looked Qin Feng up and down and said worriedly: "Qin, that guy Vera didn't do anything to you, right?"

suddenly.

Rexach was stunned, his gaze resting on Qin Feng's armpit.

There is a brown paper portfolio...

Rexach's facial features slowly opened, "Qin, that's..."

Qin Feng pouted and nodded.

Clang.

The huge wrench fell to the ground, jumped twice and stopped moving.

Rexach bent down, suddenly picked up Qin Feng on his back, and ran towards the black car.

"Haha, Qin, I really am yours, I really am yours!"

Qin Feng was so upset that he yelled to slow down, but he couldn't stop the smile on his lips.

Didn't waste a minute.

7pm that night.

Qin Feng and Rexach drove back to Barcelona.

It’s still the wine bar from last night.

Qin Feng sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and squinted his eyes while tasting red wine.

behind him.

Rexach held his head high and looked like a dog-legger.

On the long table in front of the sofa.

Arrange a document neatly.

Laporta and the Santiago Bernabeu stared dumbfounded at Villa's autograph and the blue seal of the Royal Spanish Football Association at the end of the document.

Cruyff also opened his mouth with a look of disbelief.

"Qin, did that guy Vera mention me?"

While Laporta and Bernabeu were in a daze.

Cruyff pulled Qin Feng to the corner and asked quietly.

"No, no..." Qin Feng smirked and denied it.

the next day.

1 month 9 number.

The first game in the 17th round of La Liga.

At Camp Nou.

Barcelona beat the offending Athletic Bilbao 4:2.

The scene was extremely intense.

Qin Feng sat in the box and witnessed the entire match between the two teams, which was known as "the hottest showdown in the history of La Liga".

When the referee blows the whistle for the end of the game.

Nunez on the side was very proud, "Chairman Qin, my team is not bad!"

Maybe it won't be your team soon... Qin Feng smiled and nodded, "Awesome, Chairman Nunez, Barcelona is thriving under your leadership!"

"Hahaha……"

Nunez laughed triumphantly…

1 month 10 number.

Catalonia's local sports newspaper Mundo Deportivo suddenly published the news, "Barcelona Club is in deep debt crisis, and the Spanish Football Federation has issued a deadline for restructuring." 》

"If the debt of hundreds of millions of euros cannot be repaid within a week, Barcelona must become a joint-stock company, and the century-old membership system will cease to exist..."

The report caused an uproar in Catalonia.

Barcelona, ​​how about this?

This huge news swept the whole of Spain instantly.

1 month 11 number.

"The bank refuses to provide a loan, Nunez is in trouble!" 》

"Sponsors are weak and waiting, Barcelona is desperate!" 》

"Rebirth or destruction...Barcelona is about to be reorganized!" 》

"Laporta: Barcelona must change if they want to survive crisis"

In addition to Mundo Deportivo, well-known Spanish sports media such as Marca and AS are vying to report on Barcelona's crisis.

The night of the 11th.

A press conference was held in Barcelona to change a century-old tradition and attract members from all over the world.

"I hope fans and friends around the world who love Barcelona can help Barcelona get through this crisis..."

In the press box, Nunez looked tired.

Early on the 1th of February.

Spanish National Sports Television, morning sports news.

on the TV screen.

Laporta and Cruyff sit side by side.

"Yes, I will submit a presidential impeachment case to the membership committee..." Laporta said solemnly: "Nunez must be responsible for this crisis."

"Barcelona must have new leaders too!"

Compared to Laporta, who speaks tactfully.

Cruyff was much more direct, "Nunez is Barcelona's nightmare. If he continues to sit as president, it will be a shame for the entire Catalonia!"

at the same time.

Office of the President of FC Barcelona.

Nunez stared at the impassioned two men on the TV and gritted his teeth.

"President, is Laporta crazy?"

On the sidelines, Barcelona Vice-President Joan Gapaste shouted: “It’s exactly half a year before the impeachment case was launched again, and his support rate among members is simply not enough!”

Nunez had no idea.

He pondered for a while.

He remembered the new member recruitment policy led by Laporta...

Is there something tricky here?

Laporta needs the support of at least 5 more members to win the impeachment case.

but……

There are still three days left before the impeachment trial.

There are still 5 days left before the "ultimatum" of the Spanish Football Federation.

such a short time.

No matter what, that guy Laporta can't attract 5 people!

Thinking of this, he picked up the phone and asked about the number of new members.

When getting a tepid number.

Nunez is temporarily relieved...

……