Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

Several men opened their mouths wide, and the corners of their mouths were drooling.

Spaniards, swimming in the sun, only wear swimming trunks!

Oranges, papayas, bells, gourds...

It was rippling in the eyes.

They come in different sizes, bumps, and...colors.

"Qin Feng, look again, goug out your eyes."

The only girl in the team, Zhou Xiaochun, quit, went up and grabbed Qin Feng's ear, and turned him around.

Qin Feng screamed in pain.

"Xiaochun, it's not my fault, capitalist countries are too corrupting!"

As he spoke, he gave Zheng Wen a kick.

"Don't look, I've been led to ruin by you."

Zheng Wen staggered from being kicked, and said aggrievedly, "I'm not the only one watching, Director Shang's eyes are not idle either!"

Shang Yin, who was named, was in meditation like an old monk, staring at the beach without any waves.

"What do you know, these are all dross, I am watching critically..."

Rexach on the side understood it and laughed loudly.

"It's okay, women have been bound for centuries, and it's normal to be liberated."

The old boy was bald and shiny, he smiled at Zhou Xiaochun and said:

"Beautiful lady, do you want to try it!?"

ah?

Qin Feng managed to pull out his ears, and was overjoyed when he heard this.

"Xiao Chun, Lei Zi asks you..."

After translating Rexach's words intact, Qin Feng took two steps back.

Zhou Xiaochun heard this, approached Rexach with a smile.

A flirtatious foot...

There was a miserable howl, and countless seagulls flew into the air.

Rested for more than half an hour.

"Take you to a good place!"

Rexach clutched his crotch, grinned and staggered away.

Not long after, he turned back with four rickshaws covered with flowers.

Eight people shared the ride and returned to Columbus Memorial Square.

More than 9 o'clock in the evening.

The streets of Barcelona are dimly lit.

Under the leadership of Rexach, several people walked into a narrow narrow street.

In the front shop, yellow rectangular light boards on a black background catch the eye.

london bar.

Qin Feng was startled, is this a bar?

After entering the door, the lights in the bar were dim.

There are antique mirrors and many black and white photos hanging on the wall. Inside the bar, the copper carved water pipes are slightly faded, which looks very old.

Walking in here, it seems to be walking into a European mid-world scroll.

The bar is long and narrow with no customers.

Qin Feng squeezed into the seat with great effort.

Looking at Rexach, who also sat down after inhaling and flattening his stomach, he joked:

"Lei Zi, you are too stingy for bringing us to such a small bar."

"Small?"

Rexach waved his arms exaggeratedly, "Let me tell you, Qin, this bar has been around since 1910."

"Does Picasso know?"

"Does Hemingway know?"

"They are all regular customers here, maybe they have sat on the seat under your butt!"

"Ordinary people, I don't bring them here!"

real or fake?

After hearing this, Qin Feng fell silent.

Great painters and great writers have all been here, this time let Lao Leizi pretend to be there!

At this time the bar proprietress came to order.

Qin Feng hurriedly asked: "Miss Boss, have Picasso and Hemingway been to your house?"

The proprietress is old, not tall, and has a kind smile.

"It doesn't matter who he came in, he will become a drunk when he goes out. What do you drink?"

Qin Feng laughed loudly when he heard the words, pointed to the wine list, and chatted with the proprietress at the same time.

After a while, drinks and snacks were served.

I heard that Qin Feng and the others came from the Dragon Kingdom.

The proprietress also generously gave each adult a glass of absinthe.

The bullet glass, the wine is green, and seems to be smoking under the dim light.

Qin Feng swallowed his saliva, picked it up carefully and smelled it.

A smell of celery mixed with fennel and wormwood rushed into the nostrils.

"vomit……"

Before drinking it, Qin Feng almost vomited it out.

Rexach laughed loudly, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then bared his teeth and yelled that he had enjoyed it.

The old handsome Shangyin is the best wine, and he drank it all in one gulp.

Qin Feng clicked his tongue.

The old man didn't care about it, and said that it tasted similar to celery and fennel dumplings.

When Rexach saw it, he immediately chatted with Shang Yin and toasted.

Qin Feng was translating on the sidelines.

There is not much difference in age between the two, and they are both engaged in football, the more they chat, the more speculative they become.

At first they used Qin Feng to translate, but later they simply disliked Qin Feng for getting in the way. The two old men hooked their arms, compared and drew, and they communicated without any obstacles.

After ten o'clock, the wine was full and there was a live band.

The passionate flamenco dance sounded in the bar.

Jorge Pepe and the two South Americans immediately felt like a fish in water, and they went down and twisted their bodies in accordance with the rhythm.

The two also dragged Zhou Xiaochun and Zheng Wen off the dance floor.

Little Messi watched with gusto from the sidelines.

Rexach also looked at it with bright eyes.

According to him, Spain is going through an economic crisis, and bars have become the best place for people to vent.

The host and guest enjoyed a meal of wine.

In the end, Shang Yin rushed to pay the bill.

What a joke, the people of Longguo are rushing to pay the bill wherever they go.

Especially after drinking...

In the early morning, Qin Feng and the others returned to the hotel.

The front desk handed Shangyin a fax from Longguo.

Shang Yin squinted his eyes and glanced at it. He couldn't understand the foreign language, so he simply handed it over to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng took it and looked it up curiously.

Bilingual English and Spanish.

On the title of the document, there is a big word cdnumancia, and a badge with a European castle as the background.

This is……

A facsimile of the Spanish second division team Numancia Club?

Qin Feng slapped his forehead.

Before going abroad, the other party sought to lease Li Te, and offered 5 US dollars, and wanted to pay in installments.

I replied smoothly at that time, as if asking them to make a 50% down payment.

The other party will not agree, right?

Li Teke has been sold!

Quick flip, fortunately, Numancia declined the down payment offer.

Looking further down, the second half of the document is an invitation letter, expressing welcome to Qin Feng to inspect investment.

Qin Feng frowned and thought.

Reading between the lines, Numancia has encountered financial problems and is looking for financial backers everywhere.

This is a great opportunity!

When I came out this time, I recruited many future geniuses.

Since you let people come, you have to be responsible to them.

It must be necessary to add some service to the system.

You can't let these future big stars be like everyone in Longguo.

But in two consecutive games, the Liaodong team drew one and lost one, and Qin Feng only got 3 attribute points rewarded by the system.

This little thing can't even fit between the teeth!

And to fight with the Long Guo Football Management Department and Wang Ke, a gang of football bigwigs, one football club is obviously not enough.

In a word, the more football clubs you have, the more room you can operate.

As your team plays a large number of games, you will get more system attribute points after a tie or a win.

The more attribute points, the stronger the player's ability, and the easier it is to win.

Everything will enter into a virtuous circle.

When your team is all over the world, you guys can control whoever you want!

Looking at the document in his hand, Qin Feng smiled sinisterly.

In 1998, the economic crisis swept the world.

According to what Rexach said just now, Spain was not spared either.

Maybe, this time I can pick up a big bargain!

But after thinking about it, if Numancia has debts...

Secretly counting the remaining funds in his hands, Qin Feng has no idea.

I looked up at the clock, it was just after 12 am.

There is no time difference between Spain and Sweden. At this point, Mark, a big gambling dealer, should still be in good spirits.

Before I set off from Malmo, Sweden, I went to him to place a bet!

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