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There was an urgent knock on the door.

Everyone in the house was stunned.

Jorge jumped to his feet and trotted for the door.

After running for two steps, he seemed to suddenly think of something, stopped and looked back at Qin Feng with an embarrassed expression.

Qin Feng gritted his teeth and smiled, and stretched out his hand towards the door pretending to be magnanimous, signaling Jorge to take it easy.

What can I do if I am not generous?

People from Barcelona came to the door, and Messi's family had more choices.

Qin Feng glanced at the kitchen knife in the kitchen.

If you are not generous, can you still use a knife from the kitchen to force people to sign a contract with you?

The reality is that.

Jorge ran to open the door, and Celia, who was in the kitchen, rushed out wiping her hands and looked at the door with bright eyes.

The others also stood up and walked towards the door.

It can be seen that they attach great importance to Barcelona.

Qin Feng complained in his heart.

FC Barcelona, ​​Spain, founded in 1899, is one of the most famous football teams in the world.

The various championship trophies won by the team can fill the two-story building of Messi's house.

Cruyff, Maradona, Guardiola, Luis Figo, Ronaldo...

This team, which is about to be established for a century, has produced countless superstars, and picking out any one is like thunder.

The La Masia youth training camp under Barcelona is the dream of football teenagers all over the world.

In the end, it was too late and had a head-to-head collision with the behemoth Barcelona.

With a dark sigh, Qin Feng put the contract lightly beside him.

Not to mention the Liaodong team.

Even if all the teams in Longguo are tied together, they cannot be compared with Barcelona.

Competing against Messi with a team of this magnitude, Qin Feng can't think of any chance of winning.

Turning to look at Messi, the kid also stared at the door curiously.

No matter how good a player is, he can't refuse the call of Barcelona, ​​let alone Messi as a child.

Qin Feng shook his head.

Just hooked up with his dad Jorge...

Messi is only 11 years old, a minor, he promised to go to Longguo with him, it is useless.

Everything still has to be decided by Messi's legal guardian.

It can be seen from the attitude of the Jorges...

I want to intercept Hu Meixi's plan, I'm afraid it will be Huang.

Agitated, Jorge led three men in.

Looking up, the first person is over 50 years old, bald, slightly fat, ruddy, simple and honest, like a deli owner.

Qin Feng's eyes froze.

Former Barcelona head coach, Carlos Rexach!

Didn't this old boy go to Japan's Yokohama Flying Wings to be the head coach a while ago?

Why did you run back to Barcelona again?

With the arrival of three people from Barcelona, ​​the small living room was suddenly overcrowded.

Jorge glanced at Qin Feng on the sofa, and directed the Messi brothers to go upstairs to move the stools,

Qin Feng smiled slightly, and didn't mean to stand up.

It's okay, Jorge didn't let himself give up his seat to Rexach, which is not bad.

Rexach smiled honestly, reached out to stop Messi and the others, and then called to Celia who wanted to make coffee.

"You're welcome, let's talk about business directly!"

He pulled Messi up and down to look him up and down, with admiration in his eyes, "I've seen this kid's trial training video, I wasn't in the team before, but now I'm back."

"Regardless of what the Barcelona board thinks, I call the shots and sign him!"

Rexach smiled, and his tone was unquestionable.

Hearing his words, Jorge was overjoyed at first, and then looked at Qin Feng with embarrassment.

Everyone in the room froze in an instant, and several children secretly glanced at Qin Feng from time to time. Only Messi broke free from Rexach, lowered his head and ran to the corner of the living room.

There was no cheering and joy as imagined, and weeping with joy...

Rexach was taken aback, what's going on?

Look at the Messi family all looking at Qin Feng who is on the sofa...

The problem is with this kid?

Rexach rolled his eyes, revealing a profiteer smile.

"Sorry, I'm a scout for FC Barcelona, ​​Carlos Rexach, you can call me Carlos."

Speaking of which, he stretched out his hairy hand to Qin Feng, "Young man, who are you?"

Qin Feng helped the crutch beside him, but didn't get up.

It wasn't that he was pushing it too hard, it was that Messi wanted to fly, and he was angry.

But it's not Qin Feng's temper to accept his fate. He knows that he can't do it, but he always comes, and he always has to fight.

Anyway, I'm going to tear my face apart in a while, so there's no need to be polite.

Stretching out his hand and shaking Rexach who was standing in front of him, Qin Feng sat as firmly as Mount Tai.

"Long Guo, Chairman of Liaodong Football Club, Qin Feng."

Rexach narrowed his eyes, and seeing the crutch in Qin Feng's hand, he withdrew his hand and said with a smile:

"Young man, are you also here for Lionel?"

Qin Feng nodded and shook his head again.

"Not only did I come for him, but I also reached an agreement with his guardian."

After speaking, Qin Feng turned his head and looked over, "I'm right, Mr. Jorge!"

Hearing this, Rexach also stared at Jorge nervously.

For Messi, he turned down a lot of work, but he didn't want to make a trip in vain.

"This……"

Seeing both of them staring at him, Jorge hesitated for a few seconds, and said helplessly:

"Indeed, Mr. Rexach, I have already reached a verbal agreement with Mr. Qin from Dragon Kingdom..."

"Oh."

Hearing the words of the verbal agreement, Rexach's nervous expression disappeared.

He turned to look at Qin Feng, "Young man, there is a verbal agreement, but there is no agreement. Do you mind if I talk to Mr. Jorge?"

Qin Feng was angry.

What are you dragging as a scout?

He has already revealed his identity, and Rexach is still talking about a young man, making it clear that he is relying on the old to sell the old.

"What if I say mind?"

Qin Feng showed a harmless smile, "We haven't finished talking yet, you can wait."

"If you are too old to stand upright, just sit and wait on the steps outside."

"you!"

Rexach's face was so red that it could bleed, he raised his chin, and said coldly:

"Longguo, Liaodong team, never heard of it."

"Barcelona, ​​Spain, that's what happened!" Qin Feng retorted, not giving Rexach any face.

He is not afraid of Barcelona at all.

No matter how strong you are in Barcelona, ​​and no matter how high your status in UEFA is, you can't control Long Guo football.

If Nunes, the chairman of the Barcelona Club, came in person, he might still have some scruples.

But you Rexach is a past coach, old scout, what are you pretending here?

Thinking of Qin Feng's confidence, he waved his hand at Rexach, "If you don't mind, I'm going to discuss the details of the contract with Mr. Jorge."

After finishing speaking, he leaned forward and emphasized his tone, "Let's talk alone!"

Rexach was stunned.

He didn't expect it at all.

In front of him, the Longguo, who looked less than 20 years old, was so domineering. He didn't take Barcelona or his veteran football qualifications seriously.

"Sir Jorge, what do you say!"

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Rexach stared and shouted: "Now Barcelona wants to negotiate with you, please let the irrelevant people leave!"

"I advise you, don't ruin your son's future!"

"Only Barcelona can allow him to truly realize his own value!"

Hearing this, Qin Feng stood up on crutches.

"Mr. Jorge, there are countless stars in the Barcelona team, and the La Masia youth academy is full of talents."

"Just think, if Lionel doesn't live up to their expectations, Barcelona will throw him out like trash!"

"But the people of Longguo value feelings the most, and our Liaodong team will never do this!"

"All my promises can be written into the contract!"

Qin Feng's words are to the point.

To put it bluntly, the operation of the club is the movement of capital.

Barcelona is not a philanthropist, and it is absolutely impossible to make a loss-making business.

Once there is any accident in Messi's treatment, what awaits him is to be swept out.

Howell obviously understands this truth.

He struggled, and his eyes kept moving between Qin Feng and Rexach.

On one side is the world-class giants Barcelona, ​​who can join naturally has a bright future, but the risk is extremely high.

On the other side, there is the little-known Longguo Liaodong team, but it is more humane.

How to choose?

Howell was caught in a dilemma.

……