God level wish fulfillment system

After hearing this, Ye Qingyao thought for a moment, then threw another apple at Ye Huan and said, "I know you have a lot of tricks. I know, I know about this matter."

Ye Huan took the apple, thought for a while and said, "There's a guy named Liu Fei in the guard who's pretty good, please pay attention."

Ye Qingyao nodded and said, "Liu Fei? Okay, I will remember."

After speaking, Ye Qingyao said as if he remembered something: "By the way, why did you think of visiting here today, kid?"

After hearing this, Ye Huan was unhappy, rolled his eyes at Ye Qingyao and said, "What do you think I came here for a stroll, I'm here to find my dad, okay, I didn't expect that you invited me here as soon as I came in .”

"Looking for your father? What's the matter?" Ye Qingyao asked casually.

"Hey, speaking of this, I have to ask Uncle San first." Ye Huan said with his eyes brightened.

"Tell me, what do you want to ask me?"

Ye Qingyao got up and walked to the water dispenser to make himself a cup of tea.

"Third Uncle, why do you think Huaxia Football is such a dish?" Ye Huan asked.

Ye Qingyao couldn't help but frowned and said, "Huaxia Football? Why are you worrying about something?"

It is also known that Ye Qingyao is a football fan and he will not miss every European game every year.But every time he thought of Huaxia football, his heart ached.Although he sat in his current position, there are some things he can't do anything about.

"Then third uncle, what if I want to invest heavily in the development of Chinese football?" Ye Huan said.

Ye Huan didn't say this casually, it was an idea that came to him within a few hours.What is the wish, people all over the country look forward to the prosperity of Chinese football, this is the biggest wish.

If this gets Huaxia football up, how many wish points he will gain.

"Are you developing Chinese football? Kid, burn the money if you have a lot of money. Besides, Chinese football doesn't just burn money. It's a rotten thing." Ye Qingyao shook his head and said.

"Then it will be cured at the root." Ye Huan said casually.

"It's difficult." Ye Qingyao often sighed.

"What? Is this root connected to that house?" Ye Huan said.

"This one is connected to many families. Our Ye family is also connected." Ye Qingyao said.

"what?"

"The failure of Huaxia football does not mean that the Football Association does not make money. And most of the benefits obtained by the Football Association have been provided to the major families by you. And the Ye family was able to carry it thanks to this chain of interests in the past."

"This"

It wasn't until this moment that Ye Huan suddenly realized.It's not that no one wants to use the past to make Chinese football flourish, but the interests behind this Chinese football are too wide, whoever moves this will die!
In the final analysis, this matter is a matter of money. Since it is a matter of money, it is not an issue for Ye Huan.

"Then third uncle, I should do this even more. You never thought that once Huaxia football is in the hands of the Ye family, it will be a gold medal for avoiding death." Ye Huan said with a smile.

Hearing what Ye Huan said, Ye Qingyao was taken aback for a moment, but then his eyes lit up and he said, "Well, why didn't I figure this out?"

In fact, no one has dared to take over the cancer of Huaxia football so far. It is nothing more than the chain of interests behind Huaxia, the interests he conveys to the power of a big family.To put it bluntly, it is a share of money given to each family in Yanjing according to their strength.

Although there is no explicit regulation on this matter, it is an unspoken rule in Huaxia officialdom.Moreover, the salaries of Huaxia officials are very low. If they don't have this money, they probably have to find a way to make money from the power in their hands.Therefore, the money sent by Huaxia football to the major forces is equivalent to the settlement allowance for them, and it is also a means of stabilizing Chinese officialdom.

But it is also because of this that Chinese football is getting worse and worse, and even if someone wants to rectify the Chinese Football Association, who would dare to move after seeing the spider web-like chain of interests behind it.Therefore, the Chinese Football Association is blindly making money, and the Chinese football is getting worse and worse.

But think about it the other way around, whoever can clean up the mess of the Football Association, and at the same time guarantee the transfer of the interests of the major families behind it.Then this matter will be easy to handle.And if Huaxia football can be made bigger and better in the future, and firmly controlled by the Ye family, in turn, every big family will be like the Ye family in turn.There is no way, the money is from the Ye family.

If that family made the Ye family unhappy, then I'm sorry, the money is gone.Why?There is no reason, I just don't want to give it.Sue me if you have the ability.

In this way, the Ye family has quite a gold medal for avoiding death, and with the professional gold medal for avoiding death, the Ye family will never repeat the same mistakes.

"But can this work?" Ye Qingyao was a little worried.

"How do you know if you don't try?"

"Okay, tell me what do you want third uncle to do?" Ye Qingyao gritted his teeth and said.

But Ye Huan shook his head and said, "Third Uncle, you don't need to do anything. I've already thought about this matter and I need my father's position to do it."

Ye Qingyao thought about it, thought it was true, then nodded and said: "Okay, big brother is safer than me."

"That's all right, third uncle, I'll go to my father's."

Ye Huan got up and walked towards the door, but as soon as he got to the door, Ye Huan turned around and said, "Oh, by the way, third uncle, I broke the right leg of the so-called international player in the Xiangyuan clubhouse a few hours ago. , causing a lot of commotion, you wipe my ass!"

"What, you son of a bitch. Don't run!"

As soon as Ye Qingyao opened his mouth, Ye Huan rushed out with a 'whoosh' and disappeared.

In a fan club.

The owner of this club is sitting on the bar at the moment, taking a sip of mulled wine.

A regular customer came up and patted the boss on the shoulder and said, "What's the matter, Lao Liu. Everyone is drinking alone."

Speaking of which, the regular customer sat next to Lao Liu and also picked up the wine glass and poured it for himself.

"Old Li! It's just in time for you to come and have a drink with me."

After Lao Liu raised his cup to touch Lao Li, he took another gulp.

"Drink slowly! I know you are worried about Chinese football." Lao Li said.

"Yeah, it's the four-year World Cup trials again. I don't know if we can pass the Asian preliminaries this time?"

"Asian qualifiers? What are you thinking? You couldn't make it in the past few years, let alone the past few years. What kind of international players are there. You still have hope for such a Chinese football!" Lao Li said disdainfully.

"Don't talk about me, do you dare to say that you don't want it?" Old Liu asked with a smile.

"Hey, that Huaxia person doesn't want Huaxia football to go further, but this time...forget it, let's not mention it." Old Liu shook his head.

"That's right. There's going to be a European competition right now. It's probably going to start soon. Let's take a look at this."

Lao Liu shook his head, picked up the remote control beside him, and turned on the TV.

"From today, the China Football Association will be renamed the China Football Reform Committee"

After a piece of news was broadcast, Lao Liu and Lao Li looked at each other with shock on their faces.