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Chapter 384 Qin Feng's Five Fingers

Worthy of being political.

Although Zheng Mengzhun is annoying, but what he said is well-founded and powerful.

Coupled with his English cadence, which is graduated from MIT, it is really easy to be convincing.

Both Beckenbauer and Johansson looked at Qin Feng. They wanted to know how the young man in Longguo would refute the real disadvantage of Longguo football.

On the opposite side, Zheng Mengleng's triangular eyes were rolled up, his face was hideous.

Qin Feng sighed silently in his heart.

Jung Mong Joon is really despicable.

Speaking of Korean football, it has not reached the point of crushing Longguo football.

For 20 years, the adult teams of the two countries have played against each other 15 times, and it is hard to find a victory.

I really don't know which god in the sky the Longguo National Football Team has offended.

But in front of a few foreigners, how can I admit that my country is not good enough.

Besides, in the Dragon-Japan-Korea youth competition, South Korea is the best.

If Xue Qixuan, Li Tianxiu, and Park Zhixing are all "ordinary players" in his mouth.

Korean football has long ruled the universe.

Zheng Mengzhun still pretends to be his grandson by following Johansson and Beckenbauer?

pouted.

Qin Feng slapped open his palms, shaking his five fingers in front of Zheng Mengzhun.

"You lost 0:5!"

This is also the inspiration given to him by the Iranians.

In the 97 World Cup qualifiers, Longguo was conceded 4 goals by Iran in both home and away games.

Iranian fans held up four fingers in the stands and shook them.

Since then, as long as Iran plays against the Dragon Kingdom, it is definitely a repertoire for Iranian fans to raise their four fingers to the sky.

Very hurtful, extremely insulting!

Every time Qin Feng saw it, he wanted to go up and chop off those four obvious fingers.

Previously, South Korea lost 5 goals to Long Guoguo.

Now these 5 fingers, if you think about it, will directly fill up Zheng Mengzhun's ability to ridicule.

really.

Zheng Mengzhun's triangular eyes widened, and the corners of his upturned mouth turned down.

"Mr. Qin Feng, your Dragon Kingdom adult national football team has not defeated the Republic of Korea in 20 years!"

Qin Feng ignored him, shaking his five fingers faster and raising them higher.

"Mr. Qin Feng!"

The corners of Zheng Mengzhun's mouth twitched, and his voice increased, "Our Republic of Korea has entered the World Cup five times, and the Dragon Kingdom has not appeared in the World Cup once!"

Qin Feng rolled his eyes, and almost hit Zheng Mengzhun's face with five fingers.

Seeing that Qin Feng has been talking about the game where South Korea lost five goals.

Zheng Mengzhun is on fire.

"Mr. Qin Feng, as I said, all the players we sent from Korea in that game were ordinary domestic players!"

"You, the Dragon Kingdom, won't win by force!"

Hearing that Zheng Mengzhun turned black and white again.

Qin Feng really wanted to put his five fingers directly on Zheng Mengzhun's face.

He rehearsed the whole process in his mind, imagining Zheng Mengzhun's mouth and nose bleeding, and said with a sneer, "Mr. Zheng, go and find out."

"Our Dragon Kingdom participated in the Dragon-Japan-Korea Youth Contest..."

"It's just a player from the second team of Liaodong."

"As for the Liaodong team, at that time it was only a team in the Dragon Kingdom's sub-league A-b."

"Your South Korean juniors played against Liaodong, the Dragon Country's secondary league team, or the second Liaodong team, and lost 5 goals!"

With a smirk, Qin Feng raised his five fingers again, shaking like a cerebral thrombosis.

Zheng Mengzhun's long face turned red from bottom to top, and he was about to go crazy.

But the next second, he smiled again.

"Mr. Qin Feng, there is an old saying in the Republic of Korea, quarreling with one's tongue and making no sense, you should respect the facts, and..."

Not finished.

Someone next to me suddenly interrupted in English, "That's called the truth of reason, and you can't argue with it. The proof lies in the facts!"

"Koreans, you can't even learn it. Give back your old Korean words, fart!"

Turn around and look.

Zhou Mingshi put his hands on his chest and looked contemptuous.

Qin Feng shook his five fingers and laughed, whoever said reading is useless, at least it is quite enjoyable when he is pissing people off.

"Mr. Zheng Mengzhun, you heard me."

Looking back, Qin Feng smiled harmlessly, "I'm not saying that your country is a thief who steals culture, but you are also a person of status."

"In the future, when you speak, pay attention to your wording, so as not to cause misunderstanding!"

Zheng Mengzhun couldn't bear it now, and opened his mouth to curse a series of Korean.

In China, how many people dare to talk to him like this!

If he hadn't left his bodyguards in Male before going to the island.

At this moment, Qin Feng and Zhou Mingshi had to lie down.

Johansson, who had watched the play for a long time, saw the tense scene and stood up.

He first persuaded Zheng Mengzhun a few words, then turned around and looked at Qin Feng with interest.

"Young man, who are you?"

Dare to fight against Zheng Mengzhun, not only did not lose the wind, but also kept smiling.

Johansson saw how good Qin Feng was.

And from Zheng Mengzhun's words, it can be heard that Qin Feng is also a member of the football circle.

Johansson is really curious now, what is the identity of this young man from Longguo named Qin Feng in front of him.

I heard the head of European football ask questions.

Qin Feng finally put away the five fingers that had been shaking all the time, and said seriously:

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

"Long Kingdom...Liaodong...Qin Feng..."

He frowned and muttered a few words.

Johansson seemed to think of something suddenly, his eyes lit up and said: "Longguo Liaodong team, is that the team that John went to coach on purpose?"

"I know the Liaodong team. We have an excellent young man in Sweden who also plays in Liaodong!"

"Mr. Qin, are you the chairman of the Liaodong Club?"

"Is that guy John here?"

"let me tell you……"

"..."

Johansson's face was full of red, as if meeting relatives in a foreign land, he pulled Qin Feng to talk endlessly.

Too many questions.

Qin Feng was stunned and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Instead, Beckenbauer stood up next to him and said, "Lennart, he is the chairman of Liaodong."

"That fellow John called from Holland the day before yesterday."

"It is said that if you see a little boy from the Dragon Kingdom with a cane and a hideous smile on the island, you should be careful!"

Cruyff?

Qin Feng blinked twice, when he was eating at Cruyff's house in Amsterdam, he had revealed that he would come to Robinson Island and meet the German national team.

It seems that Cruyff was interested at that time, and even called Beckenbauer on purpose.

What a nice guy!

But who is the one talking about the hateful smile?

"Mr. Beckenbauer."

Qin Feng tried his best to adjust his smile and said: "John likes to joke, you can choose to believe what he describes me."

"You only believe in the good, right?"

Beckenbauer laughed loudly, patted Qin Feng on the shoulder, and pulled Qin Feng to chat with Johansson.

The three chatted about football fun.

Beckenbauer and Johansson asked questions about Longguo football again, and Qin Feng also picked out good-sounding questions and answers. Not only were they well-founded, but the occasional little humor also made the two football bigwigs laugh out loud.

In this way, Zheng Mengzhun was squeezed out of the circle instead, unable to intervene.

He squinted his triangular eyes, pursed his lips and stared at Qin Feng's back.

Only when the eyes of Beckenbauer or Johansson "inadvertently" glanced over from the opposite side, did he forcefully smile.

Just when Zheng Mengzhun couldn't take it anymore.

A staff member sent a room card.

The newcomers to the island, Beckenbauer and others, including a group of German players, have checked in.

"Qin, my friend!"

After a while, Johansson was as affectionate to Qin Feng as a long-lost son.

He smiled and waved his room card to Qin Feng, "Let's talk again at lunch!"

"no problem!"

Qin Feng hit the snake with the stick, and also answered very affectionately.

"Mr. Qin Feng..."

Zheng Mengzhun also took the room card and left, and when he passed Qin Feng shoulder to shoulder, he said coldly: "I hope you can take care of yourself."

Qin Feng raised his middle finger to Zheng Mengzhun's back as usual.

"Qin."

Beckenbauer, who fell last, said, "I heard that Liaodong wants to play a friendly match with the German national team?"

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