Pepsi was so refreshing. After hearing Ling Feng’s opinion, he immediately agreed. And as Old Man Li thought, they included all the fees. As long as Ling Feng agreed to be an image ambassador, he would give Ling Feng an image endorsement fee of 500,000 US dollars.

However, the preparation time needs to be a little longer, but considering that there is not much time left during the winter break, Pepsi has to shorten the preparation time and decided to officially announce the "Pepsi Cup" Chinese U15 Football League in front of the media in a week, and the commercial films produced by Ling Feng and Ronaldo will also be released at the same time.

It’s mainly because Ling Feng is too lazy to shoot another promotional video, so he’s so tired!

Now Ling Feng’s only task is to go to the Football Association to apply for relevant procedures. Although they have no good impression of the Football Association, they are still very valuable at present, so Ling Feng had to bite the bullet and go to Beijing.

The formal procedures are very simple, but tedious things are non-standard procedures.

When the officials of the Football Association saw Ling Feng coming in person, they were all overjoyed. They first praised his glorious achievements in winning glory for the country, and then they talked about a lot of people coming together and said that they would have a good drink with Ling Feng no matter what.

But who is Ling Feng? He can be fooled by a few glasses of wine?

At the table, the leaders shouted: "Cheer a drink for our star of hope!"

Ling Feng pretended to be young: "Oh, I'm still a minor and can't drink. The coach said that drinking can affect the players' health."

So everyone happily drank a large cup of Wuliangye, and Ling Feng accompanied them to drank a glass of orange juice.

The leaders shouted again: "Cheer a drink for the future of Chinese football!"

Ling Feng pretended to be stupid: "The future of Chinese football depends on the strong support of all uncles and uncles. Come on, I see you cheers!"

So everyone finished drinking happily again, and Ling Feng happily solved a glass of orange juice again.

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After drinking, the leaders lie on the chair with their stomachs lying on the chair and talk nonsense. Ling Feng began to shout: "For the complete success of this U15 Football League, let's have a drink!"

So the wine was gone again, and Ling Feng still drank orange juice...

Ling Feng: "For..., let's do it again!"

Leader: "You can't drink any more. Besides, we will drink it. You can drink some at least!"

Ling Feng was very pleased: "Okay, today I will make an exception to have a drink with you! You must keep it confidential and don't tell the coach!"

Seeing Ling Feng so cheerful, the leaders applauded and cheered. After drinking more than a pound of wine, who cares if the other party is a child? It would be impossible not to drink at the table!

Ling Feng picked up a glass of "wine" and shouted: "Dear uncles and uncles, we are cheering for my first drink!"

Drink it even more! But Ling Feng and Sprite were with him. And while drinking Ling Feng, he thought that Coca-Cola is quite good. At least they have more than one drink. If they had known it, they would not have signed a contract with Pepsi. He can't drink Coca-Cola products in public now.

All the leaders were successfully shaken down. The guards looked at the drunken football association boss and Ling Feng, who was like a dead pig, and secretly admired him: "It turns out that he is the number one player in Chinese football, and he is invincible even when drinking..."

With five days left before the press conference, Ling Feng has finally handled everything. It’s time to go and see Uncle Wang if there are still the rest.

Sitting on the train and returning to his hometown, Ling Feng was very tired during this period of time, but when Ling Feng got off the bus, he felt relaxed. After all, this is his home.

Ling Feng was still dressed up in a fully armed manner, loose casual clothes, a low sun hat, and black sunglasses. This look was probably Siyue couldn't recognize him even if she stood beside him.

After getting into the taxi, Ling Feng was going to Uncle Wang’s small restaurant directly. He has disappeared for three years. I wonder if Fatty King has gained weight again now.

What stunned Ling Feng along the way was that his large posters were hung everywhere, and there were almost every store entrance. Ling Feng asked the driver with a smile: "Master, why are you covered with Ling Feng's photos everywhere here?"

"That's it!" He suddenly felt excited when he mentioned Ling Feng, "Don't you know? Ling Feng is our fellow villager. He went from here to the world!"

"Of course I know this." Ling Feng smiled and stopped talking. With the experience of talking to the driver in Shanghai, he knew that if he had a good time, the other party would definitely start to talk endlessly.

Is it necessary to let others introduce it? Who knows himself better than himself?

After the car turned a corner, Ling Feng accidentally caught two large posters of himself and another girl hanging in a large clothing store. The girl made Ling Feng feel familiar. When he wanted to look carefully, the car was already driving far away.

Finally, he arrived at the place where Uncle Wang used to open a store. As soon as he got off the car, Ling Feng was stunned. This place has changed too much, right?

The once crowded bungalow building has disappeared, replaced by a row of tall buildings with a grand style. The fan restaurant of Fatty King has long been gone, replaced by the "Pili" Hotel, next to it is a huge photo of Ling Feng.

Khan... Needless to say, this must be opened by Uncle Wang, because the team name used when participating in the "Big Mac" Cup was Pili Team. After so many years, Fatty King's knowledge has not improved at all.

After paying the fare, Ling Feng swaggered into the hotel gate. He planned to give Uncle Wang a huge surprise.

The waiter quickly came up and asked, "Sir, are you a private room or a reservation?"

Ling Feng glanced at the waiter, smiled and said, "I'm not here to have a meal."

"Then are you here to find someone?" The waiter still had a smile on his face: "Which room is in?"

"I don't know what room number," Ling Feng smiled, suddenly slapped the table, shouting loudly: "Where is Fatty King? Tell him that I'm here to collect protection fees!"

The waiter was stunned for a moment. Ling Feng was very satisfied with the deterrent effect, but when he turned around, the eyes of the people around him were not afraid, but pity, which made Ling Feng very depressed...

Sure enough, a group of people quickly came upstairs, and then a loud shouting sound was heard: "Who the hell doesn't want to do it anymore? I dare to go to my hotel to collect protection fees. Didn't you ask what the person I, Fatty King, is?"

Ling Feng's chin suddenly fell to the ground. He was a little rounder than before. His extra wide suit was probably tailor-made. The hair on his head was already sparse and combed with his shiny fat face. The reflective balls were a while...

"Who the hell is it? What about that boy who is ignorant of the world?" Uncle Wang looked around while walking, and it was difficult for him to walk so fast. With such a big body, he walked so fast.

Ling Feng put one of his feet on the bench and smiled and said, "It's me, Fatty King, what do you think you will deal with me?"

The fat king was stunned. He had never seen such a bold person before. He knew his name and dared to cause trouble. However, this person seemed to be very familiar...

Ling Feng walked up, patted Uncle Wang's shoulder, and said with a smile: "I don't know me anymore. You really have no conscience at all. If it weren't for me back then, how could you be so glorious!"

The fat king became more and more confused. Not many people are qualified to say this. Could it be...

Ling Feng took off his sunglasses and hat, hugged the fat king hard, and shouted: "I'm back, Uncle Wang!"

"You, are you Xiao Feng?" The fat king was still a little confused.

"Nonsense! Who am I not!" Ling Feng cursed with laughter.

"Xiaofeng! Wow! Xiaofeng, you are actually back! I miss me so much!" Uncle Wang cried out with a wow sound. He never dreamed that Ling Feng would come back as soon as he said he would come back.

"As such a big man, why are you crying? Are you unhappy when you see me?" Ling Feng said with a smile, as if Uncle Wang was like a child.

"Happy, of course I'm happy!" The fat king cried like tears. This scene reminded people of a woman who was alone in the empty bedroom who finally waited for her husband who had been separated for many years...

The people around him surrounded him, it was really Ling Feng!

Ling Feng let go of Uncle Wang and hugged several teammates who had competed in the "Big Mac Cup" one by one, which made other customers' eyes turn red. It was an extremely honor to be able to hug Ling Feng!

The fat king immediately started shouting: "Please pay attention. Today, our store will receive 30% off for guests. All customers in our store can get Ling Feng's signature and photo. Everyone should do it as soon as possible!"

Ling Feng pounded Uncle Wang hard and said depressedly: "Damn! I used me to advertise again! I honestly explain, did I use my reputation to build such a big hotel?"

Uncle Wang smiled embarrassedly, and a young man next to him said, "You only know that when Uncle Wang opened this hotel, it was Ling Feng's home, so the business was so prosperous. Especially this year, when you performed so well in Ligue 1, Uncle Wang immediately prepared a large-screen TV to play videos of your game, and it was full every time."

Although he doesn't remember the name, Ling Feng knew this person, who was from the same team back then, but he didn't have a deep friendship with him, so he forgot his name.

At this time, everyone around him squeezed up and asked Ling Feng to sign. Uncle Wang took the opportunity to escape. Ling Feng smiled and cursed this fat man in his heart. I wonder what he annoyed the most was signing someone!

The news of Ling Feng's return home spread throughout the city in an instant as if he had wings. Almost everyone gathered at the Fatty King's "Pili" hotel, for nothing else, just to witness Ling Feng's style. It is said that there is the opportunity to take a photo with Ling Feng, and a group of little girls ran over like a silly girl.

There were a thousand people around the hotel soon. Many people couldn't get in and shouted outside the door. The security guard could hardly stop him, so he had to call the Fatty King for help.

The Fatty King was now squatting in the corner of the lounge on the top floor, and Ling Feng looked at him in a terrifying manner.

"Xiaofeng, you see that we are so familiar with each other. It's understandable that I use your name to advertise," Uncle Wang laughed and pleased Ling Feng: "You see, Uncle Wang is not easy to do business now, just be fine. Help me attract customers. You see, you finally came back like this."

"You also know that I finally came back this time?" Ling Feng almost shouted, "You know how busy I am now, and I have also come back to see you. How dare you advertise me? You said that the thousand numbers downstairs asked me to sign my autographs and not sign me in!"

Uncle Wang continued to smile embarrassedly: "Xiaofeng, I know it's not easy for you, but there's no way. Even if I don't say it, everyone in the city will know about it. It's just a good opportunity to make a fortune. Anyway, you have to sign it. This is called maximizing your interests!"

Ling Feng was completely speechless. After not seeing him for several years, this fat man has become an absolute profiteer. Even the surplus value of his own people has been squeezed into this way. What else can he not do?

However, the abortion below was still increasing. At this rate, I don’t know how much it would take to stop. Listening to the slogan "Ling Feng, Ling Feng, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice", Ling Feng felt weak.

There is no way, and now you have to go out to drive the ducks on the shelves. If Ling Feng runs away, the angry fans will definitely think that Uncle Wang is lying to them. It will be a trivial matter to demolish the store at that time.

Ling Feng finally appeared. In the hustle and bustle around, Ling Feng suddenly appeared in front of everyone. The crowd suddenly became quiet, followed by a high decibel scream.

"Please be quiet!" Ling Feng shouted to everyone with the microphone. The sound below gradually calmed down, but people's emotions were still crazy.

"Thank you very much for your support. You should be able to guess that I returned to China only if I have something to do, and the winter break is coming to an end soon. I must rush back to France as soon as possible, so..." Ling Feng paused, kicked Uncle Wang who was squatting next to him, and whispered: "What are you going to stop, continue!"

"So..." Ling Feng followed the fat king and read loudly: "Today I can only leave 100 signatures for the top 100 customers in the hotel..."

"Damn!" Ling Feng kicked Uncle Wang again: "Use me to advertise again!"

The crowd below immediately had a fuss, and people were far from satisfied with just one hundred signatures...

"What should I do now?" Ling Feng said to the Fatty King viciously.

"This..." Uncle Wang wiped the sweat beads on his shiny scalp, suddenly had an idea, stood up and grabbed the microphone, and shouted to the people below: "Hello everyone, I am the owner of Pili Hotel, Ling Feng's..."

Suddenly a tomato was thrown up. Ling Feng was sighing at the arm strength of the person throwing the tomato, and shouting from below: "We don't want this fat man, we want Ling Feng!"

The fat man wiped the sweat from his head, hid behind the window and shouted loudly in front of the microphone: "I have discussed with Ling Feng. He will leave behind many photos of him signed. Anyone who spends more than 1,000 yuan in the store will be able to get a newest signed photo of Ling Feng. The time limit is unlimited, and everyone is welcome to consume actively!"

Ling Feng looked at the noisy crowd and the proud fat man below, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "This is the real profiteer!"

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