I am Crazy About Money in Football

"Bang!"

The unloaded Huaxia heavy artillery made a muffled sound.

Not the barrel, but the sound of the shell hitting the target.

Seeing Christie, who was hit by the ball on his stomach and fell to the ground, still didn't have much air in and out, Ye Feng really didn't react.

Huaxia heavy artillery is stuffy on him?

I'm not going to kill, am I?

This time, it's really not easy!

Ye Feng is very aware of the power of the Huaxia Heavy Artillery. He is very hard on his feet. Coupled with the power of the Huaxia Heavy Artillery, he shoots and shoots out. In fact, there is really no essential difference between the shells.

It's just that one explodes and one doesn't.

Must have a speed of more than 150 kilometers per hour, right?

I can't imagine that Christie actually dared to use his physical body to stop him.

Are you not afraid that your flesh will be destroyed? Or have you cultivated to the point where you can leave your soul?

Seeing how he was half-dead lying on the ground, Ye Feng felt that he might not have reached home.

The game stopped without the referee blowing the whistle.

In the spirit of humanitarianism, Ye Feng, who was closest to Christie, walked over quickly, checked Christie's status, and then immediately turned around and waved to the side of the court, signaling for the stretcher to enter the arena quickly.

However, after several opponents rushed over, they pushed Ye Feng away indignantly.

Ye Feng said he was innocent, and I didn't mean to bore him.

The referee came over, looked at Christie sympathetically, and looked at Ye Feng's right foot with fear.

This foot is really infiltrating.

It seemed that when he whistled for the game, he had nothing to stand in front of Ye Feng. God knows if this kick is stuffed on him, whether he will be able to enforce the game in the future.

The Dusseldorf fans in the stands were booed and furious. They wanted to rush into the arena and tear Ye Feng. In their opinion, Ye Feng, this bastard, definitely did this on purpose.

The stretcher arrived in a hurry and left in a hurry, but when it left, the stretcher sank a lot.

When he was carried off the court, Christie was about to roll his eyes. The team doctor made an emergency inspection and then pinched his fingers. The situation seemed to be a little bad.

So the ambulance came in, loaded Christie, and drove to the nearest hospital with a red light on.

The game was interrupted for several minutes before finally resuming.

"I knew you wouldn't let him go easily, this kick is really relieved!" Liu Xing patted Ye Feng on the shoulder with a proud expression of "I expected you to do this."

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth twitched slightly, the labor and management were not intentional at all, okay?

Although Christie's mouth is a little bit stinky and arrogant, but it's not so hateful. He can win him on the court in an upright manner. How could Ye Feng hurt him in such a rude way?

He is very aware of the power of his foot, and it is stuffy in Christy's stomach. If it is serious, I am afraid that several ribs will be broken.

Even if it wasn't intentional, he was a little apologetic.

But on second thought, no matter what the process is, now the result is that Christie is in the hospital, and his defensive goals are gone.

Does that mean that he has already completed the task ahead of schedule?

In an instant, the apology on Ye Feng's face disappeared, replaced by the corner of his mouth grinning to the back of his head.

As long as Christie doesn't crawl out of the hospital in the form of a corpse, he can announce that his mission has been completed ahead of schedule.

Beautiful!

Go back to the hospital to send a wreath to Christie... No, send a flower basket to condolence.

Glancing at Liu Xing, Ye Feng turned around and continued the game. He knew that it was his turn to brush the defensive data.

In the end, relying on the goal after the debut of the substitute striker Yilmaz, the Bayern second team won an away victory and took all three points.

The match was anticlimactic, and the confrontation between Ye Feng and Chris was also anticlimactic, and it ended in an unexpected way.

No matter how loud the boos in the stands, after every away goal, the boos were so harsh, Ye Feng was used to it.

Now he just wants to know how many euros he has earned in this game.

The offensive data is settled according to the normal coefficient, totaling 39,300 euros.

Next, it was the turn of the real feast.

1 yellow card, 5000 euros

3 successful battles for the top, 3000 euros;

7 successful steals, 7,000 euros;

1 interception, 1000 euros;

1 clearance, 1000 euros;

7 fouls, 4000 euros;

Running distance of 12,132 meters, 12,132 euros;

A total of 33,132 euros.

Multiplied by a factor of 10, it is equal to 331,320 euros, plus the previous 39,300 euros, then Ye Feng has a total of 403,752 euros in this game.

Crazy brush 40w!

After changing clothes in the locker room, Ye Feng, who figured out the account with his fingers, smiled like a child who is 1.85 meters tall. At the same time, this child has a pair of feet of size 46...

Looking at the balance of the system, he found that after a few games, he had accumulated more than 80w of wealth, Ye Feng really wanted to go wild.

With money, I buy two A-level skills at a time, use one, and throw one!

It's so capricious!

But if you look at the 150w euros that the Lv3 level copper wall needs, Ye Feng has a kind of "I'm a pauper" rush, which is extraordinarily strong.

Don't say anything, just keep begging!

......

Speaking of which, before returning to Munich, Ye Feng really went to the hospital to visit Christie, along with Ye Feng, the head coach of the second team, Grande, and three good friends of the Happy Sky Group.

Christie was lucky, the strong abdominal muscles resisted the huge impact of the Chinese heavy artillery, and the final result was just a rib fracture.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect this outcome, I didn't mean to!"

Walking into the ward and putting down the flower basket and fruit, Ye Feng tried his best to show a smile.

I have to say that although this guy has a stinky mouth, he is indeed very powerful. If it weren't for this accident, it would be hard for Ye Feng to say whether he would be able to complete the task.

"You don't have to use it!" Christie wanted to turn his head, but found that there were reporters following him, so he could only squeeze a little smile, so awkward that his whole face was about to twist.

"No, at least I'll feel more at ease after coming here."

"It's not necessary, a game is a game, whatever it is."

"So inhumane?"

"No, I just hate you, that's all."

"Then I'm really honored!"

"You didn't score, which shows that it was luck before."

"You didn't score!"

"If it wasn't for you, I would have scored."

"You can't score without me."

"I can!"

"no, you can not!"

"roll!"

"OK, bye!"

......

Liu Xing put down the fruit basket silently, turned his head and whispered to Erwa: "What are the two of them doing?"

Mueller shrugged, saying he didn't know either.

Only Bud groped his chin, recalled his relationship with his girlfriend, and muttered to himself, "Is it flirting?"