Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

Liaodong training base.

In Qin Feng's office.

Tanji and Johansson both looked at Qin Feng dumbly, extremely shocked.

Especially Tanzi who has been in business all his life.

Do some mental calculations.

His open mouth could no longer be closed.

We really have to do what Qin Feng said.

For your own Parmalat, paying off debt is not a problem at all, and it is entirely possible to even double the size of the company in a few years!

He regrets it now.

He should have come to Dragon Kingdom long ago and asked Qin Feng for advice.

Why bother going back and forth in Europe?

Corporate debt is snowballing!

Can bring Palmarat back to life.

Just pay the price of a football club.

I have taken a huge advantage!

The more Tanji looked at Qin Feng, the more he liked him.

But think about it for a moment.

Qin Feng had the upper hand just now.

You always have to find your place.

Tanji narrowed his eyes, "Qin, you told me all this, aren't you afraid that I will burn bridges by crossing the river?"

After saying that, he waited to see Qin Feng's anger.

But Tanzi soon became disappointed.

opposite.

Qin Feng showed a harmless smile, "Leonart will not call a villain who crosses the river and burns the bridge a 'friend'!"

Johansson's face flushed when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

Tanji's eyes also lit up.

"There's not much time, I have to hurry up and arrange it!"

As he spoke, Tanji grabbed the tea can that he had just thrown away, turned around and left.

Arrived at the door.

He stopped again and said: "Qin, soon, Parma's quotation document will appear on your desk. Old Callisto never treats his friends badly. This is Parmalat's way of survival!"

Put down the last sentence.

Tanji hurriedly disappeared through the door.

On the contrary, he acted vigorously and resolutely...

Qin Feng curled his lips and looked at Johansson, who was still secretly excited, "Lennart, why don't you leave? Do you want to stay here and make a living?"

"That's a good idea..."

Johansson followed the stick and relied directly on the Liaodong training base.

Qin Feng was helpless.

Look, it's lunch time again.

Just treat him to the players' restaurant.

During the banquet.

Johansson drank a large glass of beer, burped and said, "Qin, I really admire you!"

"What do you say?" Qin Feng asked with a smile.

"You are young, you are about to own your third football club, and you are extremely proficient in business!"

Johansson filled himself up with another glass and said with a sigh on his face, "When I was your age, I didn't understand shit!"

"Humble Lennart!"

Qin Feng smiled teasingly, "At least...you still understand farts."

Johansson was so angry that he punched Qin Feng on the shoulder.

Qin Feng deliberately took a hit, rubbed his shoulders and said with a smile: "Lennart, I'm a little curious why you want to be the president of the World Football Federation so much."

"There is an old saying in the Dragon Kingdom, 'It's always cold in high places'."

Qin Feng's words were carefully considered.

Johansson is too emotional.

It is really not suitable to hang out in a place like "football politics".

He wanted to persuade Johansson to simply give up the campaign, stay at UEFA until the end of his term, and retire directly.

I really can’t stay idle.

It doesn't matter if you go to the Dragon Kingdom or the Liaodong team.

Longguo football is in a period of rapid development.

If Johansson joins in.

It is a great help to the overall planning of Longguo football!

Qin Feng's words.

Johansson's eyes lost focus.

Several minutes.

Only then did he smile.

"Why do you want to develop football in China? That's why I want to be the president of the World Football Federation."

"Qin, after all, we are all the same kind of people."

"The burden on my body is heavy, but I bear it willingly!"

“God punishes such people with a lifetime of hard work!”

Done.

Johansson shrugged and drank another gulp of beer.

Qin Feng didn't say the next words.

I thought about it.

He picked up the bottle and filled a glass for Johansson and himself.

The two raised their glasses, bumped into each other slightly, and drank it all without saying a word.

Full of wine and food.

Johansson stood up to say goodbye.

Qin Feng sent a car to see him off.

Get in the car.

Johansson approached again mysteriously, "Qin, I want to remind you that European teams, two teams controlled by the same owner, cannot participate in the Champions League at the same time."

"Your Numancia team has good momentum this year and should be able to enter the Champions League."

"Parma is even a strong contender for the Champions League."

"It will be a pity that one of the two teams will withdraw from the Champions League because of you."

UEFA's regulations on European club teams participating in European competitions.

How could Qin Feng not understand!

"Thank you for reminding Lennart." Qin Feng raised his eyebrows and said: "Don't worry, I have a way to hold shares in Parma."

"Including investment in Parma, it will never exceed 30 percent of the team's income."

“Even, it’s just zero investment!”

"Zero investment?" Johansson was so frightened that he sobered up. "Qin, this is not a joke."

"With zero investment, how will the team operate?"

"What about the team results?"

"Don't say anything about Callisto then, the Parma fans will tear you apart!"

"Don't worry!" Qin Feng didn't care.

It is different from Liaodong and Numancia.

Parma is an established top European team.

In addition to buying players, player wages and daily running of the club, it costs money.

There are no other big expenses.

I have a system in hand.

Just by operating player transfers and "opening a black shop", you can make a lot of money.

With this protection.

Parma can fully sustain all its expenses and even make a profit by relying solely on sponsors, broadcast sharing, and its own business operations.

Seeing Johansson still looking worried.

Qin Feng was moved in his heart, but his eyes widened on the surface, "How about Lennart, if you are a friend enough, help me modify the UEFA rules so that my team can participate in the European competition at will."

"I'll go to you!"

Johansson almost spit out the beer in his stomach, got in the car and ran away.

The car drove a few meters and stopped.

Johansson stuck his big head out of the window and shouted.

"By the way, Qin, in tomorrow's Club World Cup final, your Liaodong team should not be like Franz's Bayern team."

“I ended up drinking Manchester United’s foot wash!”

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