Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

Now it's Qin Feng's turn to be in a daze.

He stared at the crowd.

Grosso was holding the contract, but he didn't say a word when he usually talked a lot.

Pepe opened the contract officer to look, scratched her head and smirked.

But when he heard what Modric and Ibrahimovic said, he restrained his smile, closed the contract and pursed his lips.

The other players in Liaodong also came back to their senses.

"Mr. Qin, let's talk about the money increase after the end of next season!" Xu Bo's condition has improved recently. He is the most careful and thinks the most, and he hasn't opened the contract yet.

"That's right, Mr. Qin, I know, you're a bad guy."

The person who said this was Zhao Jiayi, a kid from Yanjing, who was born with a sense of loyalty.

"Our Liaodong team later either had no ball to play, or was messing around in the amateur team."

"Being able to play to the current stage, no matter how big or small, I am a star, and it is all thanks to your love!"

"So Little Mozi and the others are right."

"Let's talk about the salary increase!"

"It's Director Qin." Zheng Zhi, who came from the youth team to the front line, also said beside him, "We are our own people, and we don't talk about each other as a family."

"Yeah, forget it, Mr. Qin!"

"Wait until we win a few more championships!"

"It won't work if we don't give us more money at that time!"

"Haha, it's just..."

"..."

Some people are laughing and joking, some have indifferent expressions, some have serious expressions, and some are staring at the contract with reluctance...

But all were in unison.

The matter of salary increase, wait until the team has money!

Looking at the young faces, Qin Feng took a deep breath, feeling hot in his heart.

This group of players in Liaodong has not been soaked in the big dye vat of Longguo football for too long, and they have not yet acquired the habit of "all looking at money".

In other words, their average age is less than 20 years old.

They all have a heart of a child.

It is commendable.

"Everyone."

The corners of Qin Feng's mouth curled up, and his smile grew bigger and bigger, "Thank you for your kindness, who said the team has no money now?"

None of the Liaodong players believed it.

Ibrahimovic was still laughing at Qin Feng for beating his swollen face to pretend to be a fat man, while Modric, as the captain, had already started calling everyone to leave the meeting room,

"Look at these idiots!" Qin Feng had no choice but to look at Qian Zhisong and Shang Yin with a smile.

Qian Zhisong and Shang Yin also smiled happily.

"All stop!"

Qin Feng yelled fiercely, frightening everyone from leaving.

Everyone turned around in doubt.

"Old Qian, give it to those who have never seen money!"

Qin Feng pointed out the Liaodong players one by one, "Lest they think that their own club can't afford poor pants!"

"Ha ha!"

Qian Zhisong stood up slowly, "Liaodong Football Club, tickets, peripherals, sponsorship, business share, 7 months' income..."

"More than 2 million dragon coins!"

"And Liaodong is about to sign a new sponsorship contract with Hong Kong Island New World Development Group."

"The amount is not less than 3 million in three years!"

"..."

There was silence in the meeting room, a group of players half turned around, staring at Qian Zhisong without even turning their eyes.

A few seconds later, everyone looked at the handsome Shang Yin.

Shang Yin nodded solemnly.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng also curled his lips and nodded, "Don't ask if it's true, it's more real than diamonds!"

The manager of the operation department also smiled and said: "If you still don't believe me, you can come to me to read the report..."

Who can understand the report!

A group of Liaodong players looked at each other again, and the ground exploded.

"Damn it, it's not true!"

"Hundreds of millions, that's hundreds of millions!"

"The team is rich, our Liaodong team is rich!"

"Whoever slaps me, I'm afraid I'm not dreaming!"

"..."

With a slap, Liu Jiansheng slapped Xu Dong's face, both of them froze for a moment, and then hugged each other violently.

"Brother Six, it's true, it hurts!"

"Dongzi, Dongzi, it's not a dream!"

"Haha, it's not a dream, it's not a dream, Sixth Brother, your hands are too strong..."

"Ha ha……"

On the other side, Ibrahimovic threw himself on the conference table, fumbled through a pile of contracts, and pulled out the one with his name on it.

"Where is the pen, hurry up!"

“I’ve had my eye on a Ferrari for a long time, Zlatan should have had one to match him!”

Ibrahimovic's actions sounded like a charge horn.

A group of people stumbled towards the conference table, grabbed their respective contracts, and signed without even looking at them.

Even if he is as old as Modric, he will be crowded in the crowd and float up and down.

Qin Feng was so angry, where was the reserved energy just now!

"Look at it all, read the terms before signing!"

He shouted: "I'm not afraid that the club will sell you!"

"Give me so much money, I can sell it!"

"Haha, yes, if my father knew that my hundred catties could sell for 100 million, he could tie me to the slaughterhouse!"

"Dr. Qin, don't scare people, the team can still lie to us?!"

"That is, if my own team doesn't believe it, who else in this world can believe it!"

"That's right, Director Qin, we believe in you!"

"We trust you!"

"..."

All players signed the contract.

At that speed, it seems that if you slow down a step, the contract will grow wings and fly.

"You guys...really..." Qin Feng was robbed and speechless. He was already regretting that he should add some overlord clauses to the contract to give these boys a long memory.

Of course this is just a joke.

It is impossible for Qin Feng to cheat these gangs who follow him wholeheartedly and treat the Liaodong team as their own players.

After signing, Pepe and Grosso jumped out of their tempers, embraced and danced in circles, and then it turned into a duel between samba and traditional Italian dance tarantella.

The dance of the two is not very good, there is no technique, it is all emotion.

A group of people laughed out loud.

Qin Feng also clapped his hands happily.

"Mr. Qin, thank you!" At this moment Modric came over and said sincerely.

"Luka, you deserve it." Qin Feng put away his smile and said seriously: "Really, I should thank you!"

Modric was taken aback, then flushed with laughter.

Other players also noticed the conversation between the two.

"Mr. Qin, thank you!"

A group of people imitated Modric's tone and yelled...

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