Zhao Shanfeng didn't kick this game, he was taken away by Qian Qiang, and he was definitely not in the mood to play football if he was beaten.

My form has also suffered, but luckily there were no major mistakes.

After kicking the ball, Wyvern asked me in the car, "What's the matter, do those two guys want to clean them up again?" ”

"Thank you, Brother Feilong, no need." I don't want to really force them with money, they are all part-time workers, and it's not easy.

"Don't shrink at home if you have nothing to do at night, come to the venue to have a look, I don't want money for your consumption!" Wyvern put his arm around my shoulder and smiled.

"By the way, Brother Feilong, is there anyone buying balls in the field?" I suddenly remembered one thing, I used to go to a bar with Zhao Shanfeng to drink, and they could buy balls at the bar.

"The Years I Was a Trader" Chapter 89 Cousin is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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