Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

"I see sir!"

Messi wiped the corners of his eyes vigorously.

He gritted his teeth and pouted, standing there thin and small, but his face was full of determination.

"From now on, every time I score a goal, I will celebrate like this. I want my grandma to see how I became the best in the world step by step!"

I don't know that football has narrowed the distance between the two.

Or because they all have "body problems".

The distance between Qin Feng and Messi has been shortened a lot.

The sunshine in Rosario in April covers the entire backyard gently.

Under the eaves, on the old stone steps with green marks, two figures, one big and one small, sat side by side.

At the beginning, it was only Qin Feng who was talking, but gradually, Messi talked more.

I heard that not long after his grandmother passed away, Messi and his friends went to the cemetery 20 kilometers away to pay homage.

The two boys, who had never left their home for four streets, traveled by car on foot, across mountains and mountains, and were scolded by worried family members when they returned.

Qin Feng smiled.

Messi is an emotional person.

If you are emotional, your character will not be bad.

"Lionel, come with me to Dragon Country!"

"As long as I'm here, you don't have to worry about anything, just play well."

Looking for an opportunity, Qin Feng extended an olive branch to Messi.

Messi pursed his lips and smiled, bowing his head shyly and scratching his hair.

"Of course I would, sir..."

Hearing this, Qin Feng's expression froze, "Lionel, you are a man, you have to count on what you say, let's make an agreement between men!"

A man's promise?

Messi was taken aback for a moment, before he could react, Qin Feng stretched out his right little finger.

"Lagou, you pee your pants without talking!"

Looking at the fingers stretched out in front of him, and looking at Qin Feng's serious face.

Messi also got serious, and also stretched out his right pinky finger.

The two fingers were tightly hooked together and shook twice.

"Ha ha!"

Letting go, Qin Feng rubbed Messi's hair vigorously, and said with a smile:

"Okay, I will discuss the details with your father, and you can also participate. If you have any ideas, just mention them, and I will consider them."

Messi also smiled happily, letting Qin Feng, who was like a big brother, make his hair into a chicken coop.

"Let's go now!"

Qin Feng struggled to stand up, while Messi handed over the crutches, and the two turned back to the living room.

In the living room, Messi's younger sister, Maria, was pointing at the TV, constantly promoting her brother Messi to Shang Yin and Zhou Xiaochun.

The little girl pinched her waist and introduced Messi's meticulous technical characteristics.

Shang Yin, Zhou Xiaochun and Zheng Wen stared at each other, not understanding a sentence.

Only Pepe listened with gusto.

When several people saw Qin Feng and Messi entering the room together, they all turned their heads to look over.

Messi's parents sit on the sofa.

Both of them clasped their hands in front of their chests, looking up with the same hope.

"Sir, how are you talking?"

Messi's father, Jorge, said cautiously: "Is there anything wrong?"

Beside him, Messi's mother Celia stood up.

"Sir, don't rush to make a decision, drink some tea first!"

She took Qin Feng's teacup and went to the kitchen.

"The tea is cold. I'll make it again. You can talk to Jorge again. Lionel has many advantages. Your team definitely needs him."

The couple was worried.

Jorge stood there, staring at Qin Feng and gasping for breath, for fear of hearing any bad news from Qin Feng.

Celia in the kitchen said she was making tea, but she kept her movements light and peeked at Qin Feng's face from time to time.

Looking closely, her hands that were cleaning the tea set were trembling slightly.

Looking at the two, Qin Feng took a deep breath.

Just when he was about to speak, old handsome Shang Yin came over.

"Dong Qin, this kid is a genius, an out-and-out genius, but..."

The old man pondered for a few seconds, then continued: "It's just that his illness is a problem. If you must sign this child, remember not to sign a long-term contract, so that we won't suffer."

He saw Qin Feng's love for Messi, and he was afraid that Qin Feng's head would become hotheaded, and he would directly control Messi for the rest of his life.

Qin Feng nodded, signaling Shang Yin to rest assured.

Jorge's face suddenly turned pale when he found that the two were talking to each other.

His lips moved, and he stopped prophesying a few times, and his eyes gradually revealed a look of supplication.

In the kitchen, there was no movement at all.

Celia held her breath, waiting for the fate of her son.

There was silence in the house.

Everything is waiting for Qin Feng's decision.

half an hour...

Qin Feng hugged Messi to the crook of his arm, grinning and said:

"I've made an agreement with Lionel."

"Let him go to my team. Regardless of the final outcome of his illness, our Liaodong team will be responsible to the end."

Upon hearing this, Messi's family looked over in disbelief.

Everyone opened their mouths, and there was no response for a long time.

After a long time, Celia suddenly cried.

"That's great, thank God, it's great!"

With tears in her eyes, she stopped to draw the sign of the cross on her chest, "Mr. Qin, I really don't know how to thank you!"

Jorge also stood up at once, and said in surprise: "Mr. Qin, you have made the most correct decision!"

The man's face was flushed with excitement, and his hands were rubbing the sides of his pants anxiously.

Messi's two older brothers also cheered.

"Great, great!"

"Mr. Qin, you are my brother's nobleman, you are really my brother's nobleman!"

"..."

Little sister Maria was the happiest.

She put on her shoes and hopped onto the couch, bouncing and bouncing, the back of her ponytail undulating.

Jumping and jumping, the little girl shed tears and squatted on the sofa, weeping bitterly.

Looking at the crying and laughing people, Qin Feng had a soft expression.

It has been 3 years since Messi was diagnosed. During these 3 years, the family has burdened too much.

Let them vent, too.

Standing there, Qin Feng didn't speak immediately.

When everyone's mood gradually stabilized, he glanced at Messi who was creaking under the nest, and said: "Mr. Jorge, we can talk about the details of Lionel's arrival in Longguo."

"Qin Dong, I think you should think about it again."

The mature and prudent Shang Yin leaned over again to remind, "Don't forget, in the final analysis, bringing in players is doing business!"

Qin Feng was perfunctory about this.

If you miss this opportunity, let alone the Liaodong team, it is any giant in the world, and don't even think about letting Messi, the future champion, take another look.

And between people, it's really not just business.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng let go of Messi, and pulled Jorge back to the sofa.

"Our Liaodong team's decision to introduce Lionel will not change."

"I just said outside the door that we will be responsible for all treatment expenses."

"You can mention other conditions, we will discuss it."

Speaking of the terms of the contract, Qin Feng straightened his face.

People's hearts are separated by belly, and no one can guess other people's hearts.

If Messi's father, Jorge the Lion, opened his mouth, it would be a bit difficult.

Qin Feng has made up his mind to negotiate hard.

Beside, Jorge was so happy from ear to ear. "We don't have too many conditions, as long as you can pay Lionel's medical expenses, everything else is fine."

Seeing Jorge's attitude, Qin Feng laughed at himself.

Not all philistines are in this world.

I just wanted to take out the contract specially prepared for Messi in advance...

Outside the gate, there was a sudden sound of brakes.

Then someone knocked on the iron door.

"Is anyone here?"

"Mr. Jorge, we are from FC Barcelona."

"Our team wants to bring in your son, Lionel Messi."

Qin Feng's hand holding the contract froze in the air.

Opposite him, Jorge raised his head in astonishment and looked outside the door with surprise on his face.

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Time flies too fast, and it is New Year's Eve again in a blink of an eye.

In the new year, I wish my children more and more bank card balances, fewer and fewer wrinkles on their faces, more restaurants than hospitals, and no bad luck!

Happy Spring Festival!

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