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No matter what, he had to talk to his father about it.
"Dad, there's something I need to tell you."
Zhao Fusheng said to his father.
Father Zhao was a little puzzled, his son rarely spoke to him in such a serious manner.
He thought something was wrong with Zhao Fusheng's business.
"What's the matter, what happened?"
Father Zhao asked Zhao Fusheng in confusion.
Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly, told the whole story, and finally said: "The current situation is that the people from the Football Association intend to use the reason of the lack of information at home and abroad to discredit us in China."
"Son of a bitch!"
Father Zhao was out of breath and stood up immediately.
Angrily, he walked back and forth on the ground, muttering non-stop.
He was really pissed off!
"Okay, Dad, don't be angry."
Zhao Fusheng smiled, and said to his father: "Do you think this is okay? I'll ask Paul to prepare the official documents and details of the cooperation. When the time comes, I will send it back to China and I will arrange someone to handle it. How about it?"
"no problem."
Father Zhao quickly agreed.
He knows that the country is the foundation of his son. If, as Zhao Fusheng said just now, the low-handed methods of the Football Association have affected the operation of Zhao Fusheng's company, that is an unforgivable behavior.
Pity the parents of the world.
If the opponent was targeting the Roma Club, Dad Zhao might not be so angry.
But by chance, those people targeted the future group and Zhao Fusheng.
This made Dad Zhao unable to accept it.
As a father, not only did he fail to help his son, but he also caused trouble for his son. One can imagine how the old man is feeling now.
At this time, the identity of the fans will automatically step aside, and the responsibility of the father is the most important.
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Zhao Fusheng was also polite. After his father's consent, he quickly contacted the Club of Rome and asked the general manager Paul to prepare some materials, and then quickly faxed them to Zheng Yao in China.
When Zheng Yao received the materials, she was also taken aback.
To be honest, she didn't expect that the people from the Football Association had such brain problems!
Looking at the content of the contract, even if she is a layman, she can tell how ugly the football association is.
The Club of Rome obviously delivered the meat to their mouths.
But these guys even wanted to ask someone to send something more.
Because of that piece of meat, they won't get any benefits!
It's ridiculous to say it!
"Are these guys stupid pigs?"
Zheng Yao took the document and asked the people around her.
The people around her are naturally her confidantes, and she smiled when she heard the words: "Mr. , Sending so many people to the Club of Rome for no reason, but I can't get a dime, this is not balanced in my heart!"
"........."
Zheng Yao was speechless.
To be honest, she really didn't understand the mind of this kind of person.
They are said to be fools, but they are all very shrewd.
After all, anyone who was able to climb to the current position within the system is a genius.
But if they are smart, this is not something that smart people can do!
Which smart person would do this kind of thing?
Ok,
The Chinese Football Association can.
"Mr. Zheng, to be honest, I'm not surprised at all after reading this contract."
The assistant next to him is also a man who likes to watch football. Regarding this contract, he was very calm and explained to Zheng Yao: "I completely trust the chairman. He should be telling the truth."
"why?"
Looking at the assistant a little strangely, Zheng Yao looked puzzled: "Because he is the chairman?"
"No, not because of that."
The assistant laughed: "The chairman's character is naturally beyond doubt, and the whole company is very clear about this. But what I said is from the perspective of a fan, this information must be true."
"reason,"
Zheng Yao looked puzzled.
"Because the Football Association is such a wonderful organization."
The assistant chuckled and explained to Zheng Yao: "Some of their practices are similar to those of some sports associations in the system. As long as it is for their own benefit, they can even play handicap in international competitions, do you believe it?"
"what?"
Zheng Yao was stunned immediately, and looked at the assistant in surprise.
Handicap?
She really hadn't heard of it.
The assistant nodded: "Really, such things as handing over the ball have been done in badminton and national football, especially the former, hehe, it makes people speechless."
