Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

1 month 13 number.

There are still 48 hours left before the Barcelona president’s impeachment trial.

The Barcelona staff member responsible for counting new members drank coffee, chatted and laughed with his colleagues, and occasionally looked at the computer data with a disappointed expression.

The data doesn't fluctuate much.

Barcelona announces global opening of fan registration for 2 days.

The number of new members only increased by less than 3000.

Most of them are from Catalonia, a small number are from other parts of Spain, and the last part, judging from the IP address, are fans from Japan.

Can this small number of people really help the club's debt?

The staff member curled his lips and picked up the phone at hand.

Nunez got the news from his secretary.

2 days, less than 3000 people...

It seems that Laporta's plan is not based on newly registered members.

Nunez was completely relieved now.

"Come on, Huo An, accompany me to visit the old guys on the membership committee."

He stood up and called to Barcelona Vice President Gapaster, who was waiting anxiously aside, "I need their support for the impeachment case the day after tomorrow."

"This time, I will make Laporta never stand up again!"

Thursday, May 1.

This day is not auspicious to the people of the Dragon Kingdom.

4 pm.

It is 18 hours before the impeachment trial of the Barcelona president.

The Barcelona staff member responsible for counting new members glanced at the computer as usual.

The number of new members has increased.

800 people.

Looking at the IP address, it is from the Dragon Kingdom.

The staff smiled, "Dragon Kingdom?"

Does anyone in the Dragon Kingdom know football?

Are there still whips left to bind the little feet?

As for the Dragon Country team from Barcelona these two days...

They are just beggars who come here to eat and drink.

Added 800 people.

The staff didn't even bother to report.

Look at the time.

He put on his coat, tightened the curtains, turned off the lights, and left the office early.

Bang.

The door is closed.

The office was dark, with only a small corner of the computer screen illuminated.

Outside the door, the footsteps of the staff gradually faded away.

on the computer screen.

The curve representing the number of newly registered members in Barcelona suddenly jumped like crazy...

at the same time.

10pm Dragon Kingdom time.

Shencheng.

The 3c+t Internet Cafe, known as the first Internet cafe in Dragon Kingdom, is brightly lit, with dozens of computers running at high speed, and three or five big men are crowded in front of each computer.

It's different from the usual swearing when playing games.

A group of people stared at the English website on the screen, listening to the instructions from Li Wenkang.

"Fill in your first name first, then your surname, use pinyin, and capitalize the first letter!"

“About dues!”

"After registering, write down your membership number. In order to prevent foreigners from being suspicious, report it to our Liaodong Fans Association for wire transfer in batches..."

"One final point!"

"The email address cannot be empty. If you don't have one, hurry up and register on 163!"

"You must remember the registered email username and password, and you will have to vote later. If you have a bad memory, write it on your forehead..."

"..."

Everyone suddenly agreed.

The Internet cafe was filled with the sound of typing on keyboards...

Soon.

Loud complaints rang out in the Internet cafe.

"No, Brother Kang, the internet speed is too slow!"

"Yes, the webpage is stuck. I clicked on it for a long time and there was no response!"

"Is Spain too far away..."

"..."

"Stop farting, this is the Internet. Do you understand the Internet? No matter how far you are, it's just a matter of pissing!"

Li Wenkang was so angry that there was nothing he could do about it because the domestic Internet speed was too slow.

"Everyone should work hard. If it doesn't work, make more updates. We must not ruin Director Qin's plan!" Li Wenkang shouted.

A group of big men loudly agreed again and started working hard.

Li Wenkang looked around, looking anxious and looking at his watch...

The same scene happened in various Internet cafes in Shanghai.

It’s not just Shanghai.

Hong Kong Island, Pengcheng, Yangcheng, Yanjing, Shengjing...

The Liaodong fans associations in all major cities in the Dragon Kingdom have taken action. There are Liaodong fans in Internet cafes, workplaces, personal computers... wherever there is access to the Internet.

However, it is restricted by Longguo’s internet speed.

The number of newly registered members in Barcelona is only rising at a turtle speed...

the next day.

1 month 15 day.

Barcelona.

9:[-] am.

It is 1 hours before the impeachment trial of the Barcelona president.

Working hours.

The staff responsible for counting new member registrations opened the office door without missing a beat.

Open the curtains, take off your coat, make a cup of coffee, and sit in front of the computer.

"Ok?"

A computer that doesn’t shut down for 24 hours has a blue screen of death?

"This damn technology!"

With a murmur, the staff member bent down and pressed the button to restart the computer...

This office comes to your door.

Meeting room at FC Barcelona headquarters.

Nunez and Garpaster were sitting in the chairman's exclusive lounge with relaxed expressions.

"Chairman, this morning, the most stubborn old Sanz also promised to support you."

Gapaster smiled and said: "In the upcoming impeachment case, the number of votes that agree to impeach you will not exceed 20.00%."

"Old Sanz pretended to be hesitant, just because he wanted to gain more benefits."

Nunez also smiled proudly, "That's how people are, either they love money or they love power."

"Who is noble in this world?"

Gapaster nodded with deep understanding, "Chairman, how will we deal with Laporta this time?"

Hear the words Laporta.

Nunez's face turned cold.

"This time, it is impossible for Laporta to get enough votes to support him!"

"That's 5 members!"

"Barcelona has been built for a hundred years, but its membership is only 8!"

“Two consecutive impeachment proceedings against the president were launched, and the votes did not exceed 50.00%.”

"I have the right to kick him out of the membership committee and even deprive him of his FC Barcelona membership!"

"Including Cruyff and Rexach."

"I will never give them another chance!"

"Oh, right!"

Nunez seemed to remember something and patted his forehead, "There is also a villain like Bernabeu who is actually tampering with us behind our backs."

"The bank refused to lend us money, it must be him!"

"The Bernabeu must also be cleaned out."

Done.

Nunez pondered slightly.

"Gapaste, the position of Financial Director of the Bernabeu Club will be handed over to you from now on."

It is said that he will take over the financial power of Barcelona.

Gapaster's eyebrows were trembling with joy, his eyes were shining, as if he saw a lot of money waving to him.

When the two of them were extremely proud, looking at each other and laughing.

The door banged open.

"Chairman, it's bad, the number of new member registrations has exceeded 5..."

"what?"

Nunez's smile froze on his face, "This is impossible!"

"Did you see clearly?" Gapaster also yelled from the side, "Didn't you say it's less than 4000?"

"Before get off work yesterday, it was less than 4000."

The staff member whispered: "Who knows how long it will take overnight..."

"Stop talking nonsense and take me to see it!" Nunez ignored the chairman's style and grabbed the staff member's arm and ran out of the door.

In the lounge on the other side.

Laporta sat down for a while, stood up for a while, and kept pacing back and forth.

behind him.

Cruyff and Bernabeu talked quietly, with anxious looks on their faces.

"There's no news about John, Amamba, or Qin..." Rexach walked over and rubbed his hands anxiously, "I'll advise him to register as a member as soon as possible."

"He insisted on catching Nunez by surprise at the last minute."

"This is great!"

Upon hearing this, Cruyff and Bernabeu frowned even deeper.

"Is there no news about Qin yet?"

Laporta also came over and complained: "He can't let his guard down at a critical moment!"

"Should...can't!" Rexach murmured: "Qin, you have never broken your promise!"

Next to him, Bernabeu looked suspicious.

However, Cruyff stood up and insisted that Qin Feng would do what he said.

At this moment.

A Barcelona staff member enters the lounge.

Look around for a while.

He ran over quickly and whispered something into Laporta's ear.

Laporta's pupils slowly narrowed...

……