Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

In the car, the old handsome Shang Yin was still brooding over the topic on the plane just now.

"Qin Dong, can your idea work?"

He was really worried that bringing so many foreign players back suddenly would definitely shake the entire Long Guo Football Management Department.

"Ha ha."

Qin Feng looked at the scenery outside the window and smiled freely.

"Director Shang, don't worry."

"This group of football blinds are all half-knowledgeable. How many people really understand football?"

While speaking, he pointed to Pepe in the back seat.

"Like Pepe, I think there must be some people who don't know he is Brazilian and think he is Portuguese."

Shang Yin was taken aback and looked at Pepe.

Born in Brazil, Pepe has thick eyebrows and a short nose, with a yellowish complexion, deep-set eye sockets and black hair, which makes him look a bit Portuguese.

Then I heard Qin Feng say that the people in the football management department are blind to the ball.

Shang Yin smiled helplessly, completely relieved.

"What are you looking at me for?" Pepe asked doubtfully in Spanish when he found himself the center of attention.

"It's okay, you speak Spanish well." Qin Feng explained with a smile.

"It's no surprise that Spanish is the lingua franca in Brazil."

Pepe laughed, showing his big white teeth, "In Brazil, as long as you have a secondary education, you can speak, read, and write Spanish."

Qin Feng curled his lips and nodded, and gave Peipei a thumbs up to end the topic.

The car in which several people were riding passed through the streets of Rosario.

This city located in the center of the Pampas grassland is not only an important industrial port city in Argentina, but also an independent city of Argentina.

In 1812, during the war of independence, the blue and white Argentine flag was hoisted here for the first time.

Che Guevara, the Cuban revolutionary leader familiar to Long people, was born here.

After the driver's eloquent introduction, Qin Feng smiled slightly and looked out the window

Not far away is the National Flag Park on the Parana River. From here, you can see the spire of the Argentine Flag Monument.

Qin Feng looked far away.

I'm afraid no one will believe it at this time.

A few years later, this city of heroes will be known all over the world because of a star.

The car followed the traffic and gradually entered a secluded neighborhood.

This is the Lasheras neighbourhood, a low-middle-class enclave in Rosario.

The streets are a bit narrow and the road surface is uneven.

On both sides of the road stood a piece of bluish-gray two-story buildings side by side.

"This is where you are coming from, estadodeisrae, 525."

The driver parked the car in front of one of the small buildings.

Qin Feng got out of the car and looked around.

The cement-colored exterior wall is covered with moss on the left side.

Looking in through the iron gate as tall as a person, in the small yard, there are several pots of blue-purple flowers and plants that Qin Feng can't name.

The flowers and plants are not high, but they bloom beautifully.

At the door, a black car with an Argentine license plate was parked.

Qin Feng frowned.

Have a car coming?

Wouldn't it be the people from Barcelona who arrived first? !

This is not good!

Qin Feng raised his hand and was about to knock on the door.

Suddenly the door rang.

Two men came out.

Behind them was a thin and handsome middle-aged man.

He has gray hair and looks like a Hollywood star, Liam Neeson, the actor in the movie "Schindler's List".

"Coach Abraham, think about Lionel again, your River Plate team promised."

The man called Coach Abraham stopped, turned his head and said helplessly, "I'm sorry Mr. Jorge, I can't do anything, everything has to be..."

He pointed to the man in a suit in front of him.

"Everything depends on him, he is the general manager of our River Plate team."

River Plate's general manager is a man with a big hooked nose.

Leaning against the car door, he shouted impatiently, "Abraham, how much time are you going to waste on me because of that little guy?"

"Sorry, you heard, the River Plate team will not sign your son." Coach Abraham shrugged, apologized and left.

Jorge stared at the taillights of the car going away, clenched his fists, and his chest heaved violently.

But soon, the man's gaze lost its vigor.

He lowered his head and turned to enter the door.

The moment he opened the door, he raised his head again, with a smile on his face.

All of this was seen by Qin Feng.

His heart convulsed violently.

Another man who takes care of everything alone...

With a secret sigh, Qin Feng waved his hands and shouted: "Mr. Jorge, can we talk?"

Jorge turned around unexpectedly.

He saw Qin Feng and the others just now, and thought that these oriental faces were tourists from Rosario.

"Sorry, I'm not in the mood to talk right now."

Jorge said politely, "You can go ahead and ask for directions."

"No, I'm not here to ask for directions."

Qin Feng smiled, first introduced himself, and then explained the purpose of coming.

"I want to sign your son Lionel and let him play in the professional league in Longguo."

Jorge was stunned, then his facial features opened, and his eyes suddenly burst into light.

It was the look of a drowning man clutching at straws.

But immediately, his face darkened again.

"Sir, do you understand my son's situation?"

Jorge whispered: "Lionel has a rare growth hormone deficiency and needs $900 a month for growth hormone injections..."

Seeing Jorge's bitter face, Qin Feng fully understood what he meant.

Messi's medical expenses are astronomical for this family.

It is their last hope for a team to sign Messi.

No one wants to face hope again and again, but can only watch hope slip away.

This man, or this family, cannot stand the blow.

"Don't worry, I fully understand."

Qin Feng answered without hesitation, "That's why I came here across half of the world."

"you sure?"

Jorge's eyes lit up again, "Newell's Old Boys, River Plate, including Barcelona in Spain..."

"These teams have given up on Lionel, no one is optimistic about his future, so no one is willing to pay for his medical expenses."

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

"..."

Jorge blushed and waved his arms exaggeratedly.

The sudden good news made him unbelievable.

"I'm absolutely sure that the Dragon Kingdom Liaodong team is willing to pay for all of Lionel's treatment costs. We can discuss the details."

"Okay, come in, come in quickly..."

Jorge forcefully opened the door incessantly, and shouted into the room: "Celia, make coffee... no, make tea, no yerba mate, make the good black tea I brought back from Sri Lanka!"

Qin Feng smiled and followed into the door.

As soon as he took a step, someone stabbed him in the back suddenly.

"Qin Dong, what's going on?"

Shang Yin looked suspicious, "What is growth hormone deficiency? The player you are looking for has physical problems?"

"It's okay, growth hormone deficiency is dwarfism."

Qin Feng answered lightly, and then entered the door without looking back.

"It's nothing..."

Behind him, Shang Yin opened his mouth wide in surprise, unable to move for a long time.

It was Zhou Xiaochun who pushed him, and the old man came back to his senses, and followed Qin Feng into the house in a daze.

Entering the door is a small living room, full of people.

A video was playing on the TV. On the screen, a short boy was dribbling the ball.

In high-speed sports, facing a player who is a few heads taller, the football is like sticking to the feet of a short boy.

This is……

Absolute sense of the ball!

After only one glance, Shang Yin couldn't look away anymore.

Qin Feng looked at the people in the house.

Jorge smiled and introduced that the two older teenagers were Messi's older brothers, and the blond and slender woman making tea in the kitchen was Messi's mother Celia.

The little beauty who followed Celia to help her was her younger sister, Maria, who was one year younger than Messi.

Finally, Jorge pointed his finger to the corner.

On a stool in the corner, a boy crouched there without raising his head.

The boy was pale, with brown hair and long bangs covering his face, making his expression invisible.

His arms were resting on his knees, and his hands were rubbing together.

It can be seen that the boy is a little embarrassed.

Qin Feng's eyes froze.

it's him!

Lionel Messi!

……