football fight

Chapter 313 Midsummer is approaching

Chapter 313 Midsummer is approaching

"He hasn't been back for a long time. I feel like I haven't seen him in the past two months. It's like this all of a sudden. Who knows what's going on!"

"This afternoon, after one o'clock, I heard a 'bang'. I was taking a nap, and I woke up suddenly. When I came out, it was like this. I called the police."

"The cause of death was indeed falling from a building, but there were obvious bruises and other injuries on his body, which didn't seem to be caused by falling from a building, and there were some traces of rope strangling on his hands and feet..."

On the TV, the three interviewees finished speaking at once. The first two were residents of the community, and the last one was the policeman in charge of the incident.

This incident happened in a community in Panyu District. A man fell to his death from a building. According to reports, he was burdened with huge debts and was unable to repay them.

And this person is none other than the former Tianhe Athletic player——Liu Yunsheng!

The place where he fell was one of his former properties, but before that, it had been seized because of his arrears, and no one knew how he suddenly appeared here.

He used to be brilliant, because of his proud talent and outstanding performance, he has been active in front of the public for a long time.

But with the sudden decline in status and the inexplicable savings with Tianhe, he withdrew from the fans' sight amidst doubts.

This sudden incident undoubtedly pushed him into the public eye again, but it was no longer possible for him to speak out.

Reports on this matter can be roughly divided into two "genres".

One is that Liu Yunsheng has lost his faith in life, and being extremely depressed, he is gradually swayed by random thoughts and has reached a dead end.

The second is that he was pursued by his creditors, his family members treated him negatively, and he was unable to repay his debts, so he had no choice but to end his life.

In the case of different opinions, his family members or people related to him avoided talking about the matter, even though the police had already found out some clues about the matter.

The problem behind it can only be found out after further investigation, but this matter will undoubtedly occupy the hot search for several days.

"Waste talent, indulge yourself, and end up like this, pitiful." Zheng Qixiang watched TV in his old shop.

After today, this small shop is no longer his.His wife thought it was meaningless to keep the shop empty, so it was better to sell it.

"Is there any food for sale? Boss Zheng." A man's voice came from behind him, "Haven't I not eaten yet?"

"There hasn't been anything sold here for a long time, you should change to another place, sorry." Zheng Qixiang turned his head while talking.

It was already late, there were not many pedestrians outside, and the sign outside had been removed in the afternoon, and there were only a few regular customers who called him "Boss Zheng", and it stands to reason that those regular customers would only go to the new store. yes.

Zheng Qixiang looked puzzled and looked at the three people outside the door who were consciously walking in. A middle-aged man with a bald head, wearing a loose black traditional cloth, lined with a white vest, looks like an old man playing chess in the park; Followed by a tall man in a black suit, very serious.

What surprised him even more was the valuable Rolls-Royce Phantom outside the store. No one has driven this car here after opening the store for so many years.

"What are you doing? Do I know you?" Zheng Qixiang felt that something was wrong and stood up.

The person at the back hesitated for a while, but walked in from the outside, and said with a smile, "Qixiang! Long time no see!"

Zheng Qixiang looked at the man, this face was not among the people he had known recently, with gray hair, thin face, and old clothes that were well washed.

"You?" Zheng Qixiang suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the memory storm suddenly found the landing point, "It's you!"

"You still dare to come to me! Why don't you die in prison!" Zheng Qixiang suddenly became impatient, saying that he was going to rush up to beat that person.

"Mr. Zheng, please calm down." The tall man immediately stopped Zheng Qixiang and pressed his shoulder.

"Boss Zheng, this beating is also against the law, and you will go to jail." The middle-aged man had already sat down and was watching TV.

"I'm not afraid! I have a grudge against him, you know nothing!" Zheng Qixiang wanted the tall man to let go, twisting his body, "Let me go! Let go!"

"Aren't you afraid of him?" The man pointed to the TV, and the reports on Liu Yunsheng's death continued.

"What do you mean?" Zheng Qixiang was stunned for a moment, and looked at the man, but the man didn't look at him, just dragged his cheeks and watched the TV with a smile.

"Mr. Zheng, please sit down." The tall man gestured with his hand, and asked Zheng Qixiang to sit back in his original seat.

Zheng Qixiang turned from a state of extreme anger to a state of bewilderment in an instant. He didn't know what purpose this person had, but he must be doing something bad!

"Let's get straight to the point, Boss Zheng." The middle-aged man turned to face Zheng Qixiang, and Zheng Qixiang saw his face.

He is unfamiliar, but he gives people a very powerful feeling, like the boss of a gang of evil forces in the old society, without anger and prestige.

"I'm here to discuss with you whether you can ask your players to help." The man paused, "But don't worry, the man I'm talking about is not your son, but the player under your command." That's all."

"You mean Kong Pengyu?" Zheng Qixiang was even more puzzled, "Why do you want him to help you?"

"It's nothing, isn't he a St. Friedom player? I just let him continue to play in St. Friedom." The man touched his head, "It's just that I hope he can kick the ball. You have to be a little more sympathetic to me.”

What this person said and the "old friend" that Zheng Qixiang saw, he immediately understood the reason for this person's visit, and the tension in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"You said, match-fixing?" Zheng Qixiang continued: "How can I ask him to help you?"

"Hey! How could it be called match-fixing." The man patted the table lightly, "Boss Zheng, this is just a trivial favor, and it's just out of his attitude towards football! It's fake or not. It's irrelevant!"

"Besides, I won't let him do this for nothing. I'll give him money too. It may not be as high as his salary, but it's still quite a lot. Why not do it for an extra income like this!"

The man suddenly stood up again, and the tall man hurriedly lifted the chair next to him, and leaned against Zheng Qixiang, "Also, I will also give you money, which will certainly not be less than your commission, you take this first. "

A check from a certain bank was placed on the table in front of Zheng Qixiang. Zheng Qixiang glanced at it, and it was 200 million.

"I'm sorry, I can't promise you." Zheng Qixiang didn't touch the check, and said, "I can't harm him, and I can't let what happened to the Jiangzhou team happen to the current team."

"You said you guys are too difficult to serve as brokers!" The man took out another check and patted it on the table, "Isn't it just about the money! I have it!"

"If it wasn't for the fear that direct contact with players would be investigated, I would come to you! Show some face, and you can keep it."

"No, I won't agree to you!" Zheng Qixiang raised his hand, pointing at the person who made him angry, "If I'm not wrong, it was you and him who destroyed the Jiangzhou team back then."

"That's not a good thing you guys did." He put his hand on Zheng Qixiang's shoulder and lowered his voice, "If it weren't for you, the champion of that year would definitely be the Jiangzhou team."

Zheng Qixiang's mind is in a mess now, he doesn't know how to talk to this person again, his head is lowered, his breathing becomes unsteady.

"Forget it, that's it for today, I still have something to do." He got up and walked out, grabbing the shoulder of the person behind him, "I said, old sheep, you have worked hard for you these years, today you Just come out, I'll take you to the hour, this place is getting hot to death."

"Okay, okay, thank you." The man named Lao Yang responded.

"Why are you being polite to me! You are taking the blame for my brother, what a kindness!" The man stopped and turned to look at Zheng Qixiang, "Boss Zheng, I will contact you in a few days, don't change the phone number, your whole family I can find people anywhere."

Zheng Qixiang didn't raise his head, he didn't know whether it was because he couldn't vent his anger or because of his fear, he was crying silently.

At the end of spring and the beginning of summer, the weather was gradually rising, but at this night, Zheng Qixiang felt an extremely bitter cold wind in his heart.

After a while, he took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, and entered the group chat named "Middle-Aged Football Club".

"Brothers, something happened!"

(End of this chapter)