Zhao Yan, the head of the sports administration, listened to Ma Bo's report and lamented that Ma Bo was really lucky. If Mabo hadn't been his secretary before, he might have thought Mabo was joking.
The Football Association does not have to pay a penny and can share most of the credit. Although it seems to have lost some power, the sports federation is more flexible in terms of funding. Don't forget that at this time, China has successfully bid for the 2008 Olympics, and there are too many places where money needs to be invested in sports.
"How do you know Mr. Feng?" Zhao Yan asked curiously. If Ma Bo had this connection, why didn't he know about it before
At the beginning, Feng Yu provided a lot of help to the General Manager, but at that time, Zhao Yan was only the second-in-command, and did not have much interaction with Feng Yu, or could not reach him.
"It was Mr. Feng who took the initiative to contact me. I was a little surprised at first. But after I went back and thought about it carefully, the advantages outweighed the disadvantages. After all, Mr. Feng runs his own team abroad. Although it is basketball, it is the most successful profession after all. I think the basketball league’s experience in this area is indeed stronger than ours. The most important thing is that Mr. Feng said that money is not an issue.”
This last sentence is the key point.
Zhao Yan was a little excited: "Then how much money do you think Mr. Feng can spend?"
"From what Mr. Feng said, it seems to be one billion!"
"How much? One billion? Ma Bo, you have made a great contribution!"
In this way, football will not need to allocate funds in recent years. In fact, even if they do allocate funds, they will not be able to allocate so much. And maybe, if he came to talk to Mr. Feng, Mr. Feng would be able to spend more money.
"It's all because of your good leadership." Ma Bo flattered Zhao Yan at the right time, which made Zhao Yan feel very comfortable.
"In this case, you invite Mr. Feng out. I want to talk to Mr. Feng personally to see if Mr. Feng has any ideas to support other sports in the country."
Mr. Feng has donated a lot of money to these two Olympic Games. So in 2008, Mr. Feng will not show any mercy at his own doorstep, right
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"Hey, why are you here again?" Feng Yu arrived at the sports headquarters and when he entered Zhao Yan's office, he actually saw Wen Dongjun.
Wen Dongjun flattened his mouth, gave Feng Yu a cup of tea, and then walked out with a dark face.
Damn it, who the hell wants this kind of promotion? I feel so comfortable in the Basketball Association, but they insist on transferring me back to the office. He is not happy even after being promoted. What kind of secretary, he has become a tea-server again!
"Xiaowen, please sit down and listen." Zhao Yan said.
Wen Dongjun could only walk back with a dark face again and sit aside in a dignified manner.
"Mr. Feng, I heard that you and Xiaowen are dating? Xiaowen will be my secretary for the time being, and I am going to arrange for him to join the Olympic organizing committee. Once this is done, the future is limitless." Zhao Yan said with a smile.
Feng Yu doesn't object to this. In this past Olympics, China topped the gold medal list and medal list for the first time. This is definitely a solid political achievement for sports officials.
Feng Yu looked at Wen Dongjun narrowly, and then said to Zhao Yan, "Yes, we grew up together. He was the cameraman of my wedding himself."
"Mr. Feng, I won't say any more polite words. I heard from Ma Bo that you have plans to set up a football league management company? And are you willing to invest a lot of money to cultivate football in our country, including youth football?"
Zhao Yan deliberately put an emphasis on a large sum of money.
Feng Yu nodded: "Yes, that's what I planned."
Ma Bo breathed a sigh of relief next to him. He was afraid that Feng Yu would suddenly change his mind and say that if it was a joke at the beginning, then the joke would become a big one!
"I heard it's no less than one billion?" Zhao Yan continued to ask.
When Ma Bo reported it, it was one billion, but when Zhao Yan came here, it became no less than one billion. In fact, it was a hint to Feng Yu to pay more.
"Yes, no less than one billion. I think this money is enough. It includes all facilities such as the stadium and training center." Feng Yu nodded.
"Mr. Feng, just repairing the stadium is not a small sum. You said there is also a training center, including youth football, etc. One billion may not be enough, right? Those clubs can't spend much money."
Zhao Yan was a little worried. Even though those club owners had a net worth of hundreds of millions, they were all heartbroken if they were asked to spend 10 million.
"One billion is enough, I'm talking about US dollars!" Feng Yu crossed his legs and said easily.
Zhao Yan and Ma Bo looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock.
One billion dollars!
A big deal, absolutely a big deal!
Only Wen Dongjun looked calm, because Feng Yu asked for some basic information from Wen Dongjun, so Wen Dongjun knew that Feng Yu would spend a lot of money to start this football league company, and he also understood Feng Yu that making money was a big deal. Make a lot of money and spend a lot of money.
"Mr. Feng, did I hear you correctly? You said, one billion US dollars?"
"Yes, many of our stadiums need to be built or renovated, and there are also some other facilities, including some training equipment, which are not small investments. And the league also needs some bonuses, and I will consider giving them more generously in this regard. "Feng Yu looked indifferent.
"Mr. Feng, tell me what requirements you have for establishing this company, and I will solve them for you!"
At this moment, Zhao Yan became extremely decisive. If any club objects, don't blame him for imposing a ban!
"I plan to turn this company into a joint-stock system. All clubs should contribute some money and hold some shares. After the tickets for each club's matches are divided with the venues, half of them must be handed over to the company and distributed according to the shares, while part of it is set aside as The prize money for the game. The other half belongs to the club. This can balance the clubs that do not make money to a certain extent. As for how much money each club pays, I think it is only 10 million RMB. If it is too much, they may not be able to get it. Come out, even if it’s too little, they won’t have any shares at all.”
"Okay, I will ask them to take out 10 million obediently. We originally planned to have twelve teams in the initial Super League. Do you think this is enough?"
"That's enough. The company has the final say on the promotion and relegation of the team. I hope the Football Association and other leaders will not interfere. I have invested so much money and it is not a joke."
"Of course, matters related to the game must comply with the law and the regulations of FIFA. There will be no domestic interference, so please rest assured, Mr. Feng."
He would not dare to take away such a great God of Wealth. Otherwise, if the superiors above find out, he will not be able to reap the consequences.
Although it can't necessarily be said that having money means you are an uncle, but for people like them, money represents political achievements.
"As for other matters, someone will come to communicate with you later, so I won't say more."
"Okay, then I will let Xiaowen contact you. The relevant procedures are all green. If you have any questions, you can contact me at any time! By the way, Mr. Feng, aren't we going to hold the Olympics in 2008? Well, the Olympics also lack money. Ah." Zhao Yan looked at Feng Yu eagerly.
(End of chapter)