At the Youth Football Training Base in City X, Li Xiangping was trying hard to urge a group of young men on the court to play football, shouting constantly: "I told you to run quickly! They are slower than snails! What's wrong? Don't be lazy and grab the ball! Don't stand there either! You guys are running! It's really angering me!"

"Old man, although it's winter, it hurts your body so much." A voice from behind was shocked, shocking Li Xiangping.

Since Ling Feng suddenly appeared in St. Paul and scared Zhu Guanglu, Ling Feng has become more and more fond of this kind of thing that scares people behind his back. How can I say that Ling Feng feels inexplicably accomplished when he sees the incredible appearance on the other person's face.

But he didn't think about it. Zhu Guanglu and Li Xiangping were also decades old. What if they were scared to be so scared?

Li Xiangping was indeed shocked when he turned around. Isn’t this Ling Feng?

"What's wrong, old man?" Seeing Li Xiangping retreating seven or eight steps, Ling Feng felt the feeling of accomplishment in his heart... It was really cool!

"You don't even know me, you really have no conscience!" Ling Feng continued to ravage Old Man Li's heart, which was about to collapse, and looked resentful.

"Ling... Ling Feng?!" The expression on Old Man Li's face is so rich now. Ling Feng really regrets that he doesn't want to be an actor.

"You are really Ling Feng!" If the sentence just now is confirming, then the shocking roar now is certain.

Ling Feng hurriedly covered his mouth. He shouted twice like this. I guess everyone in the city knew that he was back. Being known to be a trivial matter, but not being scared behind his back is a big matter!

Unfortunately, Ling Feng's movements were a little slower. At least the young players on the field could hear it clearly. At this time, a small player of the Blue Team was about to shoot. Old Man Li roared and asked him to shoot, but the ball under his feet was not kicked out for a long time, and the opponent's goalkeeper did not react at all. The two looked at this side in unison.

And the ball slowly rolled into the door...

"Old man, you want to kill me!" Ling Feng let go of his hand and complained.

"Why are you back? Are you still in Paris?" Old Man Li's question made Ling Feng very depressed. Why are they all the questions and there is no creativity at all? Can't you ask in another sentence? For example, "You can make a phone call before you come back" and so on.

"During the winter break, I'll come back to deal with something and take a look at you by the way." Ling Feng said with a smile. This answer made Old Man Li feel very comfortable, but the following words made him extremely depressed.

Ling Feng’s following sentence was: “Look at your old man is still alive, will you not have rheumatoid arthritis or something like that at such an age?”

At this time, the small players on the court slowly leaned over. Who has the heart to play football here in China's No. 1 star?

"What are you looking at? Go back to your position!" Old man Li got angry. He stopped kicking these little bastards before he could blow the whistle. What a moral character!

The young players looked at Old Man Li pitifully and Ling Feng again. Although they didn't say anything, they just refused to move.

"Hey! Do you still want to rebel, don't you?" Old Man Li didn't really want to scold them. These are his proud disciples, and he couldn't bear to beat and scold them, but discipline still needs to be emphasized. He raised his hand and slapped him and waited for Ling Feng to come up and pull him up so that he could step down.

But Ling Feng stood there without movement, smiling and blinking at himself, the meaning was very obvious: "Little girl, if you have the ability, you can fight."

The begging in the eyes of the little ones became stronger and stronger. Old Man Li had no choice but to put down his hand helplessly and said with a frustration: "I don't care about you anymore. You can do whatever you like."

Ling Feng leaned over, hugged Old Man Li's shoulder, and smiled and said, "What's the point of being angry about it? I'm famous. You just saw me, don't smile like these children."

After all, Old Man Li is still a coach, and Ling Feng still has to give this little face.

Although he is not polite about this, Old Man Li still feels quite helpful. Ling Feng is a lawless master. When he first went to see Ling Feng, he didn't let himself eat less turtles. Now that he has become famous, he comes to see him, so he can be regarded as a kindness.

"Okay, okay," Old Man Li pushed Ling Feng away and cursed with a smile: "You little bastards can see clearly. This big bastard is Ling Feng. I have told you a long time ago. Ling Feng is my friend for ages. I believe it now."

"How did the old man say it?" Ling Feng pretended to be dissatisfied: "What a big bastard, he said so badly."

"But coach," finally a small team member raised his hand. Ling Feng remembered that he was the little guy who didn't shoot out just now. He was probably only 13 years old. "You seem to have told us before that Brother Ling Feng is your favorite student, right?"

Old Man Li's face turned green immediately. Before he could stop the child from continuing to say, he was blocked by Ling Feng, "Old man, what are you saying? Feelings are advertised by me, right?"

"Hehe..." Old Man Li smiled awkwardly and looked around to find a reason.

"But," Ling Feng changed his mind and smiled at the young players, saying, "Teacher Li has indeed given me a lot of things, saying that I am his disciple, which means that I am your senior brother."

Old Man Li wiped away his sweat. It was rare that Ling Feng was willing to sell him face like this, otherwise his image would be completely ruined once this lie was exposed.

"Come on," Ling Feng quickly mixed up with these young players, "Let me see how your skills are. I will play a small game as before. Can I join the Blue Team?"

"Okay!" The little boy cheered. It was something they had never dreamed of being able to compete with Ling Feng.

Although the Red Team could not be in the same group as Ling Feng, they could understand Ling Feng's powerful attack power more clearly and agreed quickly.

Old Man Li watched Ling Feng and his disciples get along on the court, and was very pleased to find that Ling Feng did not develop a big-name temper because of his fame, and was still so approachable. This is enough.

But he didn't know that Ling Feng was actually a decade old. He had seen many ugly dark things on the court, so how could he develop a big-name temper because of this achievement?

The game on the court began. Although they had just played the ball, the enthusiasm of the young people has increased and they worked hard on the court. This opportunity is hard to find for them.

Ling Feng didn't even change his clothes. Anyway, he was used to wearing sportswear, not to mention playing football with children, just play.

However, Ling Feng was a little overplayed. Although the skills of the boys in his group were not in his eyes,... the ball hit on his head could always be entered?

Ling Feng only needs to be responsible for long passes in the midfield, and he almost made one pass and one accurate one. After twenty minutes, the Blue Team scored a total of five goals, but there is no waste of opportunities yet.

Ling Feng regretted it a little. He remembered that when he opened a bar "then" it was an era of live football. Many young people's most perverted hobbies were to change the Chinese team's lineup to a super strong level, and then change the Japanese team's ability to a sluggish height to a minimum of 1.48 meters, so basically you can score a goal with just a shot... and everyone said that it's really great to use Japanese games to ravage the Japanese!

Maybe the only way for everyone to vent on football at that time was to play in the game...

Ling Feng couldn't continue the kick anymore, so he winked with Old Man Li. Old Man Li immediately blew the ending whistle. In just twenty minutes, these young players could benefit a lot.

After taking a photo with everyone, she specifically reminded them not to reveal their return home after returning home, Ling Feng and Old Man Li came to the office of the training ground.

"Tell me, what's wrong with me this time?" Old Man Li sat in the chair and lit a cigarette and said slowly.

"I can't hide it from you." Ling Feng was not polite, and picked up the apple on the table and ate it.

"Nonsense! Don't I understand you boy yet?" Old Man Li said bluntly, and the two of them stared at each other with big eyes.

"Okay, I'll tell you," Ling Feng didn't have the ability to glare at the old man, and first showed weakness: "I want to use your connections."

"Contacts?" Old Man Li was very surprised.

"Well," Ling Feng nodded: "I want to hold a youth football match for under 15 years old in China, and then I want you to select a group of potential teenagers from them, and I will send them to Brazil and the Netherlands for training."

Old Man Li's eyes glared out: "What did you say? I heard it right?! Do you know how much it costs?"

"Nonsense!" This time it was Ling Feng's turn to go back, "Don't worry about money. I have already contacted the clubs in Brazil and the Netherlands. I have also seen the Jianlibao team led by Zhu Guanglu before I came back. Now I have arranged them to join the first team of Sao Paulo for training. Santana is taken with me, so you don't have to worry."

"God!" Old Man Li sat back: "You guy got rich? Even if your salary is high enough, it's not enough to spend it like this!"

"You don't have to worry about money. I don't steal or rob it. It's natural to make money. Do you do it or not?"

"Do it!" Old Man Li said fiercely: "I finally understand the problems you mentioned about the drawbacks of the professional league before leaving. My mother's A-A has only been in the third year and has become like this. No matter how good the player stays in China, there will be no future. You wait, I'll contact my old brothers for you, and they will definitely support you!"

"Wait," Ling Feng stopped him: "Why are you anxious when you are old? I haven't finished it yet! I know everything about the country. Now let them continue to be arrogant for a while. I will get everything back after two years when my strength is enough, but now is not the time."

After a pause, Ling Feng continued: "It's not the time to talk about this. This game must be very prosperous. And you have shown it clearly. This game does not look at the results, but only people. The purpose of finding you old guys is to separate you. One game after another, if you have the right players, you will be poached. The treatment of going abroad is very good. I'm afraid not to agree. Don't conflict with the gangsters behind the scenes for the time being. With me, they should not dare to make such a blatant quarrel. Your task is to keep a close eye and don't let those rich, powerful, and not strong get in."

"I understand, but this matter is quite big. Should you say hello to the Football Association?" Old Man Li calmed down and considered more detailed than Ling Feng.

"I will deal with the matters of the Football Association. They shouldn't give me this little face, right?" Ling Feng said with a smile: "The people of the Football Association are just followers. Why don't they do things that are beneficial? Besides, don't spend a penny and make a fame and fortune. Unless they are stupid, they won't object. But now I need a name, a large company, and I can be an ambassador of the competition, but I must not organize this competition in my own name, otherwise I will not be able to explain so much money."

Old man Li looked at Ling Feng strangely, and he was also very surprised how Ling Feng got so much money: "How much do you plan to invest in this game?"

"Two million!" Ling Feng said casually: "USD!"

"Pu!" Old Man Li fell to the ground with his chair.

Ling Feng asked strangely: "What? Is it too little? If it is less, I can give you more. I spent a total of 20 million training bases in the Netherlands and Brazil!"

Old Man Li had a complete stroke. He had so much money, and he would never earn anything in his life. I don’t know where Ling Feng came from.

After finally getting up, Old Man Li gasped and said, "How can you use so much money? One million RMB is probably enough. Are you used to spending money in France? You can hold a Youth League in China, with a fee of 700,000 yuan and a bonus of 300,000 yuan. With your reputation and the temptation to go abroad, I guess this money can't be used. I really don't know what you think!"

Ling Feng scratched his head embarrassedly. His concept of money has never been strong. He is more powerful in spending money in France. He buys Siyue clothes for at least 10,000 francs, but it only costs Djokkaf and the others.

"You don't have to worry about the company's sponsorship," said Old Man Li: "It's no problem to go to the international market to recruit several large companies in your name. This is a rare opportunity for them to promote. I guess you have saved even that million, and they won't take this little money seriously."
Chapter completed!