Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

It was noon.

Qin Feng came downstairs to Ibrahimovic's house on crutches.

It just so happened that Ibrahimovic also returned from team training.

Seeing Qin Feng, Ibrahimovic smiled, "Hey, Qin, come here so early, are you afraid that I won't pay you back?"

As he spoke, he took out a wad of banknotes from his pocket, counted out 5 and handed them to Qin Feng.

"The club has paid my salary, thank you for helping me out yesterday."

Qin Feng took it with a smile, and asked casually: "How much is your monthly salary at Malmö Club?"

"8538 crowns..."

There was a moment of embarrassment on Ibrahimovic's face, and he immediately raised his chin and said: "This does not include floating bonuses, and it is the most among the substitutes!"

"It's still after tax!"

"Not bad."

Qin Feng smiled even more happily, less than 9000 Swedish kronor, and about 6000 dragon coins.

The money that Ibrahimovic is making now is not as much as that of the B players of the Dragon Kingdom.

That's it!

"Zlatan, Longguo's salary is higher than this."

Qin Feng hit the iron while it was hot: "Why don't you think about it..."

"No no no..."

Ibrahimovic smiled and shook his fingers, "Qin, we agreed yesterday about Helena..."

"Yes, I remember."

Qin Feng rolled his eyes.

He did not say that he had met Helena's father, old Seger.

Although the cooperation between old Saige and Wang Qianlin is almost the same, it is not a real agreement after all.

It's hard to say whether this thing can be done, and whether the old Seger will accept Ibrahimovic in the end.

After thinking about it, Qin Feng turned to tell Ibrahimovic that Helena thought he was a little naive and not stable enough.

"I'm childish?"

Ibrahimovic threw away his training equipment, put his hands on his waist and looked up at the sky, breathing out in disbelief.

After a long time, he suddenly sighed.

"Qin, let's go upstairs and talk."

The two went upstairs one after the other.

Entering the room, there are still wine bottles in a mess.

There was silence in the house, and Ibrahimovic's father was not at home.

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, he was really worried about being thrown out with a wine bottle by that drunk.

Seeing Qin Feng's nervousness, Ibrahimovic explained:

"My dad is nice, but he's a bit scary when he drinks too much. He's been like this since my mother left."

"You know, once a person becomes decadent, it will be difficult to stand up again."

Qin Feng nodded to express his understanding, and then continued to chat about the topic downstairs.

"Zlatan, you are not naive."

"But have you ever thought that when you face Helena, you are a little different?"

"different?"

Ibrahimovic frowned and thought, but didn't answer for a long time.

After a long time, he seemed to think of something, "You mean, I should be myself in front of her?!"

"That's right!"

Qin Feng showed a childish expression, "You care too much about Helena's feelings, and you lose yourself in the end, which is exactly what Helena doesn't like."

"..."

I thought about it for a long time.

"Understood!"

Ibrahimovic's eyes lit up, and he shook his fist heavily, "That is to say, women can't be used to it!"

"Uh……"

Qin Feng was completely speechless, if Ibrahimovic had to sum it up like this...

Seems right.

"Great, I know what to do."

Ibrahimovic grinned to the ears, "Wait while I change my clothes, Qin, I'll treat you to dinner."

Just as he was about to enter the bedroom after speaking, the door was pushed open with a bang.

Both Qin Feng and Ibrahimovic were taken aback.

Looking back, it was the white man who was punched flying by Zhou Xiaochun yesterday.

"What are you doing here?"

Before Qin Feng could speak, Ibrahimovic stood in front of him, "Do you want to die?"

The white man took a step back in fright, but immediately stepped forward and shouted, "You dare to touch me? Your father is in our hands!"

"My father?" Ibrahimovic asked suspiciously, "What's going on?"

"He ran to our boss's bar and said he wanted to play two hands, but he owed the money. I'm here to inform you to send the money."

"Impossible, he just drinks and never gambles!"

"Don't believe it? This is an IOU made by him." The white man took out a note from his pocket and waved it in front of Ibrahimovic's eyes.

Qin Feng's eyes were sharp, and he noticed that the above amount was as high as 120 million kroner.

Ibrahimovic was also stunned by this amount.

Look carefully, it is indeed my father's signature.

He reached out to grab the IOU, but the white man dodged it.

"Zlatan, you kid, don't try to play tricks, be careful that we abolish your father!"

"120 million!"

Ibrahimovic's face turned cold, "Do you think we have so much money?"

"You don't, but your rich girlfriend does!"

The white man smiled obscenely, "I forgot to tell you, she is also in our hands!"

"Your task now is to go to our boss bar and persuade her to pay to save your father. It's as simple as that!"

"I only give you 10 minutes, less than 10 minutes, waiting for the body to be collected."

After speaking, the white man turned around and left.

Ibrahimovic froze in place.

Suddenly, there was a heavy gasp behind him.

Looking back, Qin Feng's eyes were red, and his expression seemed to kill someone.

"Zhou Xiaochun, the girl who helped you fight that day, is with Helena."

Gritting his teeth and uttering these words, Qin Feng took two steps, picked up the phone and called Shangyin's room in the hotel.

After asking a few words, Zhou Xiaochun did not come back.

Putting down the phone, Qin Feng stood up abruptly leaning on crutches.

Turning around, he squatted down and picked up a wine bottle.

"Qin, what are you doing?" Ibrahimovic called.

"Rescue!"

Qin Feng had a fierce look on his face.

"Broken wine bottles are good for farts!"

Ibrahimovic stretched out a hockey stick from behind the sofa, waved it twice to create wind.

Looking around, it seems that there are no other weapons in hand.

"You use a wine bottle."

After speaking, Ibrahimovic went out first.

Qin Feng followed on crutches.

The two walked quickly to the intersection, where yesterday's bicycle was still parked, but with a new lock.

Ibrahimovic stepped forward and kicked again.

The afternoon sun is warm and sprinkles on the streets of Malmö.

Ibrahimovic stood up in front of the ice hockey stick and kicked hard.

On the back seat, Qin Feng held a cane in his left hand and a wine bottle in his right, with a fierce expression on his face.

The speed of the bicycle was as fast as electrification, bringing up a cloud of dust.

In less than 5 minutes, the bicycle stopped in front of a bar called beek?kbarmalm?.

On the way, being blown by the cold wind, Qin Feng calmed down a lot.

"Zlatan, don't be impulsive when you go in, let's figure out the situation, and..."

He pointed to the telephone booth not far away and said, "Call the police, we will try our best to delay the time."

Just now, every second counts, and Qin Feng didn't think of calling the police until then.

Ibrahimovic nodded, and quickly ran into the phone booth.

Taking advantage of this time, Qin Feng looked around.

The street is dimly lit, in the heart of the Lower Rosengard refugee area, and there are no people around.

It seems that there is no need to ask for help.

This is Ibrahimovic, who finished the phone call and ran back with a look of indignation, "The police heard that it is the Rosengard refugee area, and they said that the police force is insufficient, and it will take an hour at the earliest before there will be anyone."

"I scolded for a long time before they agreed to do it as soon as possible."

Qin Feng sneered at this.

Needless to say, what the police said was just perfunctory for Ibrahimovic.

The Swedish police are really good enough, they don't take civilians seriously!

"Zlatan, be careful, it looks like we're on our own."

"I've always been on my own."

Ibrahimovic tightened the ice hockey stick in his hand, and Qin Feng hid the wine bottle in his arms.

The two rushed into the bar door without hesitation.

……