Ling Feng had already notified Siyue to apply for this plan before coming. With the appreciation of Dell's stock, Ling Feng's 70 million francs increased by more than six times. Siyue only allocated 10 million US dollars from it to the Sao Paulo Club, and Ling Feng was fully responsible for all the remaining arrangements.

Ten million US dollars is nothing to large European clubs, but the clubs in the Americas are different. Ten million is enough for Sao Paulo’s three years of expenses. Of course, it’s a different matter if you want to introduce players. However, most of the players in these clubs are excellent young players trained by themselves or extracted from smaller clubs. A large part of their funds are relied on cultivating the players and selling them to European clubs at high prices.

Well...it's equivalent to a human trafficker industry.

Ten million US dollars directly knocked Sao Paulo Chairman Marcelo unconscious. Marcelo had already made up his mind secretly. For the sake of money, no matter Ling Feng had any excessive requests, he had to agree as much as possible. If he could not get along with money, he would be unable to get along with himself. This is the motto of this profiteer.

However, Ling Feng's request was too...simple. First, arrange the first team of São Paulo to play a game with a team from China to do their best; then work together to build a training base for young players, and use São Paulo's training methods to train Chinese players who will come to Brazil afterwards.

These conditions are too relaxed. Marcelo's eyes have begun to shine, but Ling Feng next put forward another condition. After thinking for a long time, Marcelo finally gritted his teeth and agreed...

Ling Feng and his group entered the Forest Building Stadium. This was the first time that the little ones entered the main stadium of St. Paul. They immediately gathered together in groups and muttered in a low voice. Li Jinyu, the lawless guy, secretly ran up the grass and stepped on it a few feet, then ran down to mutter to his teammates about how better the grass was than the one they trained.

"Hello, Mr. Santana, I am Ling Feng. This is Zhu Guanglu, the head coach of our youth team in Brazil." Ling Feng took the lead in walking up to greet an old man in his sixties, and opened his arms to make a hug.

"Hello, Ling," Santana looked old and smiled and hugged Ling Feng. "I heard from Marcelo that he was worried, we will definitely show all our strength."

Santana turned around and shook hands with Zhu Guanglu, and smiled and said, "Hello, please give me some advice later."

Zhu Guanglu's muscles trembled twice on his face, and he glanced at Ling Feng hatefully, saying, "What do you mean by giving me more advice? The opponent is one of the strongest teams in the Brazilian professional league. If you want to give me advice, they should give me advice. Isn't this guy Ling Feng clearly embarrassing himself?

Ling Feng's face was absolutely thick when it should be thick. He turned a blind eye to Zhu Guanglu's murderous look, but said to Santana with a smile: "Coach Zhu's Portuguese is not very good. He means that he hopes you can exercise our players well and never show mercy when he sees them weak."

Zhu Guanglu was so ruthless that he had lived in Brazil for two years. He was more or less good at Portuguese. He could hear Ling Feng clearly. What does it mean to not show mercy? If the opponent let go of his hands, even if you, Ling Feng, wouldn't be enough for others to kill him.

Santana is in his sixties. As the world's top head coach and led Brazil to the World Cup twice, he is also a mature man. How could he not see the expressions of the two? But he probably pretended not to see it, and just asked with a smile: "Ling, your Portuguese is really good, and it is as good as your skills."

"It was all handed over by Senior Lai," Ling Feng smiled. The other party praised his Portuguese and skills. He put a big hat on Lai with one easy sentence. According to his words, not only Portuguese, but also the technology is traded on Lai. Santana is Lai's mentor, and this also gave Santana a big hat on it.

Santana, who is a mature man, naturally knew Ling Feng's pun, but he also knew that according to the video, La Yi was not as good as this young man in terms of technology or other aspects. He wore a lot of clothes and flattered him. Although it was a compliment, he also accepted it happily.

"Okay, Ling, the guys over us are a little impatient to wait. Please ask your teammates to prepare. Will we start the game in half an hour?"

"Of course, I'm sorry I've been wasting everyone's precious time."

"No, it's their honor to compete with the world's number one newcomer. I also hope you can help me exercise them well."

"No, Mr. Santana," Ling Feng replied with a smile: "I have no intention of playing."

"What?" Santana and Zhu Guanglu exclaimed at the same time, but one was in Portuguese and the other was in Chinese.

"Ling Feng, what are you kidding?" Zhu Guanglu's brows were almost frowned. He still didn't understand what Ling Feng wanted to do.

"Ling, why don't you play?" Santana was also puzzled.

"I mean, I hope you can train these players well. I don't plan to play, at least I don't plan to play in the first half. I hope they can clearly recognize their shortcomings." Ling Feng said to Santana sincerely, but glanced at Zhu Guanglu with his eyes, and the meaning was very obvious: "Little guy, do you understand?"

"That's it?!" Santana suddenly realized, "But you must play in the second half, otherwise it would be really unfair to us."

"Sure!" Ling Feng said with a smile.

When the young players of Jianlibao were upset when they learned that Ling Feng would not play, they were in an uproar. If Ling Feng was there, there would be a fight in the game, but he probably wouldn't play. How could he play in this game?

"It's all quiet!" Ling Feng yelled and immediately calmed down all the young players Jianlibao. "Look at what you look like? Let's not talk about whether you can defeat it for now. Look at your own attitude. You don't even have the confidence to win. What are you playing? The opponent is just Sao Paulo, a professional team in Brazil. If you don't even have the belief to defeat them, how can you face a stronger opponent? What about meeting the Brazilian national team?"

Ling Feng's words were still very effective. The nervousness and fear on the face of the young general Jianlibao disappeared, and he was replaced by solemnity and confidence.

"I admit that Chinese football is not as good as Brazil, but now it is not as good as Brazil, but it can't compare with it in the future? You answer me, are you men?"

"Yes!" The young players roared.

"Do you want to take on the mission of revitalizing Chinese football?"

"want!"

"Do you want to stand at the peak of world football like me and defeat all your opponents?"

"think!"

"Very good!" Ling Feng nodded with satisfaction, "Remember, at worst, you can lose! You have to lose decently! The gap in strength cannot be made up overnight, but you are still young, and your future is bright. As long as you work hard, I promise here that I will take you to the European arena to break out your own sky!"

"Yeah!" The young players burst into a shocking cheer. In the European League, the place they yearn for, no player would want to miss such an opportunity, especially when Ling Feng achieved unprecedented success in the European arena.

Zhu Guanglu had already understood Ling Feng's intention at this time. He came to Brazil to train the most promising players in China. Moreover, according to Sao Paulo's reaction, Ling Feng must have given them a lot of benefits. The money must have been paid by Ling Feng alone. Such a player has not forgotten his motherland when he succeeds. This is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

Ordinary players can only drive the progress of their own football through their own success. For China, this method is like a drop in the bucket, so Ling Feng found himself, which is to build China's first overseas legion.

"How great would it be if China had a few more players like Ling Feng!" Zhu Guanglu couldn't help but think, but he also knew that he was a fantasy. In terms of technology alone, Ling Feng could be said to be a talented player who only produced one in fifty years, let alone a person who was dedicated like him.

With Ling Feng's encouragement, the young players of Jianlibao finally overcame their inferiority complex and resolutely walked onto the court. At this time, the players of Sao Paulo also came to the court. With the whistle of the referee who played the guest role of the St. Paul, the game officially began.

Jianlibao team served first, Li Jin badminton shot the ball, and the young players hit Zheng Bin on the side after a few passes in the midfield, who sprinted from the side to the bottom line.

Zheng Bin's speed was still good. He ran 30 meters from the midfield and brought the ball to the side, but the way to pass by was really simple, which was to stop the ball, start it, and disguised.

However, the last pass was a little bit big. Li Jinyu in the middle jumped high but had not yet hit the ball. The ball was cleared by St. Paul's defender to the midfield. Their No. 10 easily disarmed the ball, and flashed past Li Tie who was rushing to the pounce and immediately started to counterattack.

Ling Feng frowned a little when he looked at it. The young player Jianlibao's playing style is too single. The middle lane is the middle lane and the side lane is the side lane, and it is impossible to form an effective killer move. I guess many of their goals were scored by luck to make the defender make mistakes.

Let’s look at the cooperation of the St. Paul team. Their midfield connection and transmission are very good. They basically pass the ball with one pass, and they will only be able to pass appropriately when they hit the wing.

Ling Feng has been paying attention to the opponent's No. 11 player. He doesn't know Sao Paulo, so he doesn't know a single player except head coach Santana. However, the No. 11 player made him feel familiar, and his skills are the best in Sao Paulo's team, but Ling Feng couldn't remember who he was for a moment.

Soon, the St. Paul team took the initiative on the field. With their controlling rhythm, Jianlibao's young players could only run for the most part, and even if they grabbed the ball, they could not organize an effective attack.

Zhu Guanglu's face turned pale at this time. Although he knew that his disciples had a certain gap from the St. Paul team, he did not know that the real gap was so big that his disciples could not organize effective offensive cooperation on the court. In addition, Ling Feng was watching him from time to time with his thief-like eyes, Zhu Guanglu really wanted to learn from the ostrich and buried his head in the soil.

After five minutes of defense, Jianlibao players finally couldn't stand it anymore.

It was the No. 11 player Ling Feng noticed. After getting the ball on the left, he broke through two consecutively. When facing Li Weifeng's final defense, he suddenly stepped on a bicycle. Unlike Ling Feng's bicycle, he was faster, larger in amplitude, and his fake movements were more realistic.

Li Weifeng was pitifully dodged twice by the opponent and lost the center and fell to the ground. The No. 11 immediately rushed into the penalty area. After taking a step horizontally, he shot. Li Leilei tried his best to save it but it was useless. The ball flew into the gate with his fingers.

0:1! Five minutes into the game, Jianlibao lost one goal first.

Ling Feng looked at the No. 11 continuous bicycle passing by, and a name suddenly appeared in his mind, and was shocked: "So it was him!"

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