football fight

Chapter 107 Off-Site Factors

Chapter 107 Off-Site Factors

"You got injured within a few minutes of playing, you're so unlucky!" A shirtless man was talking to Han Beifeng. He was Hong Qiang, another central defender of St. Fridhom.

This was the second day after the match with the Wuxiang team. They were in a bar in the bustling area of ​​the city. This was a place Hong Qiang frequented, and he was very familiar with the clerks.

"Come on!" Hong Qiang poured half a glass of whiskey for Han Beifeng, put ice cubes on it, and handed it in front of him, "Come on, come on! How can there be any reason not to drink when you come here?"

"No, my injury will recover in a few days. If you give me some wine, don't think about it for a week. I still want to play!" Han Beifeng blocked the wine glass he handed over with both hands.

Hong Qiang leaned over and held the wine glass with the other hand, and the hand that was holding the wine glass just now rested on Han Beifeng's shoulder.

"Is the game interesting?" Hong Qiang said, "Every game is so serious, I'm as tired as a dog, I'm ashamed that people outside want me to give a message to the team!"

"Take a message? What are you talking about?" Han Beifeng looked puzzled. He didn't understand what Hong Qiang was talking about.

Hong Qiang put down his glass, and let his friends and a few young women who were drinking with them leave the private room.

"There is a big boss who liked our team very much before, and wanted us to play a few games of the kind they want, and give us a fairly objective reward." Hong Qiang said, "I am the one I met here. Boss, he also likes to come here to drink, he just asked me to send a message to the team to see if we are willing."

"Playing match-fixing is illegal!" Han Beifeng said loudly.

"Can you keep your voice down!" Hong Qiang covered his mouth, "I haven't told Coach Chen yet!"

"What's more, it's useless to say it now. That Gu Jiaren has completely taken over the club, so it's not so easy to deal with." He added, "I should have said it earlier, although the boss is not as big as Yungu Group industry, but the price he asked is not a small number."

Seeing Hong Qiang's regretful expression, Han Beifeng was a little startled, and said, "Then what are you going to do in the future, just waste it like this."

"Of course!" Hong Qiang said without hesitation, "I've inquired about it, and the club doesn't plan to take me anymore. When the time comes, I'll just take my understanding and leave."

As Hong Qiang said, St. Friedom was really disappointed with him. Chen Shixiong had seen enough of his daily training that seemed to be a formality, and he had already reported this problem to the senior management.

"It seems that you really don't plan to play hard anymore." Han Beifeng thought thoughtfully. The former Hong Qiang was a passionate young man who fought side by side with him.

Hong Qiang drank the glass of wine in his hand, clicked his mouth, and said, "Playing football is really tiring! I really can't keep going!"

He seems to be tired of football, no longer interested in football, a posture of giving up football completely.

He did not choose to strike directly, but chose to use a negative attitude to disgust the coach and let the club take the initiative to terminate his contract.

Chen Shixiong has not talked to him alone so far, because he knows that once he talks, the result will not be good. At the same time, he does not dare to put Hong Qiang in the reserve team, which may affect other young players.

The club also imposed a series of penalties on him according to the club's rules and regulations, and even reduced his salary.

However, Hong Qiang still did not take the initiative to terminate the contract, relying on the financial support behind him, he still lives in style.

"When the time comes when I won't play football, I will go with the big boss. We have played football and have a certain understanding of the operation of the team. We will definitely be able to do some big things with him." Hong Qiang suddenly lowered his voice, "I also asked him to get a few small teams for me to control."

Han Beifeng became tense, feeling like he was on a thief's boat. Although the "thief" hadn't called him to bed yet, he felt that was almost what he meant, and he was always tempting him.

"Come on! Brother, the two of us have the best relationship in the team. There will be fewer days of drinking in the future. Let's have a drink!" Hong Qiang poured the whiskey again, and this time it was almost full.

"Me." Han Beifeng hesitated.

"You don't even drink this wine? Are you too disrespectful to me?" Hong Qiang pretended to be wronged and accused him, "You just say whether this wine can still be drunk!"

"I can drink it, I'll drink it." Han Beifeng didn't want to continue arguing with him endlessly, took the wine glass and touched him, and finished it in one breath.

"Pretty! Good!" Hong Qiang laughed heartily after he finished drinking, and then drank the wine in his hand.

At the same time, a few kilometers away from this bar, Gao Feijie lived downstairs in a high-end apartment. Several people were looking for him here, but they were stopped by the housekeeper at the front desk.

"I'm sorry, three ladies, Mr. Gao hasn't come back yet." The housekeeper was in her early 20s and spoke very softly.

"What? Where did he go? Didn't he just finish the game two days ago? Where can he go?" Miss A said.

"That's right! Where can he go? Just tell us where he lives, and we won't make it difficult for you!" Miss B continued. The three of them still don't know the exact room number of Gao Feijie, they only know that he lives in this building .

"Stop talking nonsense! Take her computer and you'll know it!" Miss B has a bad temper, and she planned to do it right away when she came up.

"Please calm down! Mr. Gao is back, I will let them contact you, please calm down!" Seeing how they were walking towards her, she panicked.

"Stop talking, my friend told me that I saw him driving back just now, can I be wrong? He must be upstairs." Miss C had already stretched out her hand to the front of the stage.

"Brother security, hurry up! These people are causing trouble here!" The housekeeper's colleague rushed over with a few security guards, and while the housekeeper was steadying them, she went to rescue the soldiers.

"Let me go! Let go! You don't want to die! Even dare to touch me!"

"Gao Feijie, come out, tell me clearly whether you love me or not! Gao Feijie, come out!"

"Miss, please calm down, it's a bit late now, and it will affect other owners!"

Amidst the yelling and persuasion, the three pretty girls were "invited" out of the residential area.

The housekeeper stood at the front desk and watched from a distance as several people were carried out by the security guards, struggling and twisting non-stop.

"Going away?" A man's voice came from under the reception desk.

"Let's go, Mr. Gao." The housekeeper stepped aside.

"Thank you." Gao Feijie crawled out from under the table, where he had been shrinking just now.

As soon as he entered the community, he heard the voices of these three people. He was very familiar with these voices, so he decisively chose the nearest hiding place.

The three young ladies came to him, just asking him to give an explanation, not why he was so promiscuous, but to ask him "whom he loves the most".

These three people were all devoted to him. I don't know how many "ecstasy drugs" Gao Feijie had given them.

But Gao Feijie told himself in his heart that if he wanted to play football well, he had to get rid of these, and he had to reluctantly let go of these.

When the three of them were arguing here just now, he felt as if he was being scratched by a cat. In the past, he would definitely stand up, say "understand" to the three of them in person, and then calm down one by one.

He can't do that anymore, he wants to be a pure football player, he can't allow himself to soak in these sweet waters anymore.

"Oh." He looked out the door and sighed heavily.

"Mr. Gao." The housekeeper patted him on the shoulder, her voice was still gentle, "Can I..."

Gao Feijie turned around and looked at her, and found that the pretty face of the housekeeper had turned red now, and she still didn't dare to look him in the eye, looking very shy.

How about another drink tonight?Last bite, I promise!He suddenly had some thoughts, said to himself in his heart, and pulled his neckline.

"Can I trouble you to sign it for me, my son likes you very much!" The housekeeper took out a St. Friedom jersey and a marker pen from behind.

Gao Feijie was stunned for a moment, and retracted his open arms. Suddenly, he didn't know how to put them down, feeling extremely embarrassed.

"Oh, sign, sign, sign, sign where? Sign here?" Gao Feijie took her marker pen and began to look for the position of the signature on the jersey.

(End of this chapter)