Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

Although the content of the report has been roughly understood, Qin Feng still politely picked up the newspaper and read it carefully.

After a few minutes.

"Brother Zhou, I have the same opinion as you."

Qin Feng changed his title, put down the newspaper and said: "Xiao Zhao and the others are tired from long distances, risking losing the club's main position, just for the Asian Games, it's not worth it."

"Yes!"

Zhou Mingshi patted his thigh and agreed: "The foot tube department is too short-sighted!"

"In my opinion, they are not short-sighted."

Speaking of football, Qin Feng became energetic and directly refuted.

It is impossible for Qin Feng to speak for the Foot Management Department.

Both Zhou Mingshi and Zhou Xiaochun looked over curiously, and even Zhou Chuanqiong next to him pricked up his ears.

"Think about it, the most ordinary football fans know that if you want to develop football, you must make a long-term plan and make it consistent. Will these leaders not understand?"

"There are not many fools who can sit in the leadership position!"

"So?" Zhou Mingshi asked after drinking a big mouthful of red wine.

"The main leader of the Foot Management Department, the term of office is only a few years."

Qin Feng sneered and said: "Even if he can be re-elected, no one is willing to do the 'stupid thing' that the predecessors plant trees and the descendants enjoy the shade."

This is very clear.

It seems short-sighted that the football management department recruits overseas players to return to the team, but in fact it is some people who want to make real achievements during their term of office.

As Qin Feng said, these people have played football for most of their lives, do they not understand the law of football development?

They are just ignoring it selectively for personal political achievements.

Zhou Mingshi sighed softly, and drank the remaining red wine in the glass in one gulp, "Qin Feng, you are an expert in developing football, can you break the game?"

"can."

"How to do it?"

"Wait until I grasp the fate of Dragon Country football!"

As soon as the words fell to the ground, Zhou Xiaochun's eyes widened.

Zhou Mingshi shook his hand, and the dark red wine that had just been poured poured out, soaking the white tablecloth.

Even Zhou Chuanqiong raised his head and looked at Qin Feng in surprise.

"Yes, there will be such a day."

Qin Feng didn't seem to see the reaction of the few people. He picked up the red wine glass and shook it gently, staring at the wine that gradually formed a vortex and muttering to himself.

"There will always be such a day!"

There was silence on the table.

The hustle and bustle coming from all around seemed to be isolated.

The sea breeze blows in from the half open window.

Qin Feng raised his hair and his face was bright.

"The kid has some ambitions." Zhou Chuanqiong, who hadn't spoken a word to Qin Feng since he went to the island, suddenly said, "Don't be so arrogant."

"You think everyone is like you!"

Before Qin Feng could answer, Zhou Mingshi immediately retorted.

"Mingshi, you..." Zhou Chuanqiong couldn't sit still, stood up awkwardly, and stared at Zhou Mingshi condescendingly.

Zhou Mingshi was calm and fearless, he raised his head and stared back.

"that……"

Zhou's father and son are in the same situation.

Even if he didn't know the reason, Qin Feng couldn't pretend to be a transparent person anymore, he got up and persuaded: "There is something to say."

No one paid attention to Qin Feng.

The two still stared at each other.

half an hour...

Zhou Chuanqiong sighed, turned and walked out of the restaurant, slowly melting into the darkness at the end of the lights.

Qin Feng was speechless.

"It's okay, they always do."

Instead, Zhou Xiaochun waved his hand downwards, signaling Qin Feng to sit down, "Don't talk to them."

"I'm laughing at Qin Feng." Zhou Mingshi also apologized and said: "I have some troubles with the old man, you don't have to worry about it."

Qin Feng sat down and said nothing.

The atmosphere on the table was silent.

Qin Feng raised his glass and changed the subject: "Brother Zhou, let's talk about the foot management department just now."

"Although some problems cannot be solved in the short term, they must be made uncomfortable."

"Oh?"

Zhou Mingshi became interested, raised his glass and asked, "How?"

"Brother Zhou, your newspaper gave me inspiration."

Qin Feng said with a smile: "I want to publish some popular science articles on "Football Practitioners", explaining the laws of football development, or talking about the history of football development in Europe and South America."

"There is only one purpose for doing this, so that the fans can see clearly how the Long Guo Football Management Department is 'fainted by profit' and only cares about the current political achievements!"

"In this way, even if the foot tube department cannot be injured, it will somewhat make them hesitate to do things."

"The idea is good, but why don't you just start scolding?"

Zhou Mingshi asked again, "Sometimes readers don't think about the twists and turns in your article, so the more direct the content, the more effective it will be."

Zhou Mingshi is an expert in this regard, and what he said is very reasonable.

Qin Feng also knows that doing so is too subtle, but there is no other way.

The Longguo Football Management Department and the "Football Practitioner" newspaper run by Zhou Mingshi are both state-owned units.

Under this premise, Zhou Mingshi always sang against himself and the foot management department, fearing that it would not last long, and it might even affect his position as editor-in-chief.

"Brother Zhou, if you start scolding directly, the foot control department will be in a hurry."

Qin Feng said truthfully: "I don't care, I'm afraid I will cause trouble for you."

"joke!"

Hearing this, Zhou Mingshi drank the red wine in his glass suddenly, "Speak up for the people, make a life for the world, use the pen as a blade, and make the world injustice, that is the character of a literati."

"It's not the behavior of a real man to be timid!"

"What a literati style!"

Zhou Mingshi was impassioned, and Qin Feng's chest rushed to his forehead, "Then don't beat around the bush, let's just do it!"

"That's right, let's do it!"

Zhou Mingshi laughed loudly, grabbed the red wine on the table, and poured a large glass full for Qin Feng and himself.

"You prepare the content of the article, I will polish it, and I will write a column for you in the newspaper later."

"Okay!" Qin Feng picked up the overflowing wine glass, "Let's give the foot management a hard time!"

The two wine glasses collided, each raised their heads, and drank it all in one gulp.

Putting down his wine glass, Zhou Mingshi blushed, got up staggeringly, and without speaking to Qin Feng, stepped out of the restaurant, and walked to the beach on the beach plank road under the light of stars and moon.

"The sound of the tide is booming, the sky is a blanket, and the drunkenness has not been revealed."

"Dip the pen to carve the stars and Han. Wherever you go, there is clear light. When you look up at the waves and dangers, there is no rest. The heart is eager, thousands of miles of mist, and the grandeur is boundless with the wind."

"You dare to be called an outstanding person even if you are humble, facing the sea, why is the wind and rain swaying..."

"..."

The bold and majestic voice gradually drifted away until it disappeared.

There was a sudden silence in the restaurant, and everyone didn't know what was going on.

"Brother Zhou is composing poetry?"

Qin Feng blinked his eyes, looked at Zhou Xiaochun and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Don't pay attention to him, he's drunk too much." Zhou Xiaochun chuckled, "I can't drink enough, but I still like to drink, let me tell you..."

I just wanted to break the news about Zhou Mingshi's embarrassment after drinking.

There was a sudden plop in the distance.

"Someone fell into the sea, save him!"

There were hotel staff yelling in English.

Qin Feng reacted the fastest and rushed out on crutches...

Early the next morning.

Zhou Mingshi was lying on a deck chair on the beach, looking up at the sky weakly, his stomach was so full that he didn't even want to eat breakfast.

The family members of the players are free to move around on the island.

The old coach Shang Yin took the Liaodong players to the football field, saying that he was here to play, and he couldn't eat and drink every day, and he still had to maintain the amount of exercise he should have.

Qin Feng was not in a hurry to find Zhou Mingshi to "write an article".

After all, it depends on the results of the Asian Games of the National Football Team. If Long Guo wins the championship, it would be unwise to pour cold water at this time.

He also didn't ask Zhou Xiaochun what was wrong with Zhou's father and son, it was too much gossip.

Take crutches to the pier on the island.

Qin Feng found a place to sit in the shade opposite the pier.

Listen to the staff talking about it at breakfast.

In the morning, the German national football team will land on the island...

……