As Liu Yun expected, the national football team's life-and-death battle was unusually silent.

In order to keep a hint of hope, the coach did not hesitate to discharge the iron barrel, in addition to putting down a striker in the front and wandering around, the remaining players were all squeezed in the backcourt, putting up a bunch of people's walls, waiting.

The coach of the national football team is very self-aware and knows that these international ejaculation is not perfect, so he can only throw out the big move of the bus.

Even so, the front door of the national football team is still dangerous.

Every time Qatar gets a chance, Song Weiping next to Liu Yun and Ma Yuan will make a shrill scream.

The two of them rose to the top of the situation on the field.

As for Liu Yun carelessly yawned, sometimes taking out his mobile phone to play for a while.

Thanks to the mobile Internet era, the function of mobile phones has become so rich.

He didn’t spend 90 minutes in so much boredom.

Although Qatar's strength is slightly stronger than the national football team, but after all, it is not a super-first-class team in Asia, facing 3 midfielders, 6 defenders, attacking for more than 80 minutes, still granular.

"I think it's more than an egg."The old man said with a thigh.

“There is still a chance in the national football theory.”Song Weiping rubped his hand, a little reluctantly.

"The game is over soon," Liu Yun breathed.

In the past, he has not seen this game, do not know the specific results, but the national football team bid farewell to the World Cup in Brazil early is a nail thing, he is confirmed.

When the time of the game went to 89 minutes, the referee suddenly whistled and ran as he pointed his finger to the penalty area.

The Qatari players fell in the penalty area, making a painful look and constantly howling.

Tens of thousands of people on the court, suddenly silent.

“What the fuck?It’s been 90 minutes and there’s a kill ball!”Song Weiping blushed and shouted very excitedly, "Black whistle, this must be black whistle, the other player is a fake fall, I am sure!"

"Song, calm down, don't be excited."Liu Yun was really worried that this guy would be cerebral.

"Son, this is a black whistle, this referee is too dark."Lao Song, a little excitedly took Liu Yun's arm and said, "Our national football team has been blacked out too many times."

As for Ma Yun, lying in a chair, a look of boredom, from time to time still yawning, there is no enthusiasm just now.

"Isn't it normal to have a black whistle in football, think of the 2004 Asian Cup final."Liu Yun spread out his hands and said with some helplessness.

Since then, he has rarely watched football.

But this is another time in 2004, this time and space he has hardly seen a few games, even in order to dig the first barrel of gold, so it is true.

As the two spoke, the quiet landing on the field of needles was just now, and suddenly there was a deafening cry.

“Black, black, black!”

“The Judge is Stupid X!”

“The dog has black money!”

Although all kinds of wonderful national scoldings came to the fore, this judge was a foreigner, still a very calm look, as if to say: "How can you take me?"It’s hard to hear what you’re saying, but the old man doesn’t understand.”

There are several national football players, with their grievances, go up and want to explain to the referee: this is obviously the other player fell!

The referee looked at these national football players and argued with themselves red, and couldn't help but raise an anger in their hearts: small, how dare you question my punishment?

He immediately took out a few yellow cards warning.

The result of the ball is difficult to change.

The Qatari players scored a penalty in 90 minutes, with the scolding of the whole court.

Although the game continues, the national football team has just kicked off in the midfield, and the referee can't wait to blow the whistle of the end.

It wasn’t long before 90 minutes.

At that moment, the sky-high mineral water bottles smashed to the referee, and he had to leave the stadium under the escort of the security personnel.

“It is over.”Liu Yun sighed, "The remaining games are battles of honor."

“Oh, hey.”Song Weiping also sighed, "These four years and four years, the next time will wait until 2018."

Liu Yun silently added in his heart: Brother, in fact, there is no play in 2018.However, this time, under the leadership of the Italian coach Lipedi, who has an annual salary of up to 10 million euros after tax, the national football team insisted on being eliminated until the last game.

This is the best since 2002.

From the VIP table, Liu Yun squinted slightly, looking at the back of the judge's hasty departure, thoughtful.

He moved his heart, looked up at the VIP on the other side of his back, and several AFC West Asian executives were sitting quietly, drinking tea, watching the scene in front of him with interest.

Liu Yun saw these people, as if to think of some past events, the mood suddenly became very bad, but the corners of the mouth crooked, showing a meaningful smile.

“Soon, shall we go to dinner?”He turned his head and asked.

“No.”Song Weiping said indignantly, "They are full of anger, and what appetite is there for eating late at night."

Liu Yun looked at the old horse again, and the other shrugged and said, “I don’t have any appetite.”But Mr. Liu, there’s one thing I want to talk to you about?”

The stadium was just packed with tens of thousands of people, but shortly after the game, the stands were already sparse.

The national football team lost, the World Cup dream was shattered again, the disgusting referee also left, and the fans did not have much interest to stay here.

“Let’s talk here.”Liu Yun pointed to the VIP seat, "This place is good, empty, comfortable, the field of view is also good, the fans are gone."A few foreigners not far behind are AFC staff.We talk about whatever we want to talk about."

The more empty the place, the more difficult it is to hear others speak clearly.That’s why in football, both the players and the coach speak loudly in their voices.

This is a great place to talk, and there is no need to worry about someone eavesdropping or leaking information.

“Ma, what do you want to talk about?”He sat there, loud and full of power.

“Son, this game looks very bad.Are you interested in investing in a football team?The old man asked tentatively.

“No!”Liu Yun's tone is very decisive, "the club can rely on smashing money to buy big-name foreign aid, with bonuses to beat chicken blood, but the national team can not!" 」

He seemed to remember something, turned to look at Song Weiping in the distance, and asked, “Song always invited you again?”

The old horse nodded and said, "But his green city team, the strength is too poor, can't get into my eyes."But I believe that this is a general trend, and many big capitals will go into it.”

I know, but he’s a fan.

So the capital smells the wind.

In the past few years, the burning of money has indeed reached a shocking point.

But he really didn’t want to invest in football, he had to find a way to stay out of it.

"I think, think."Liu Yun coped with, “Is there anything else?”

He believed that the old horse must have asked him for something else.

"General Liu, after all, Ali and Yoyo are two companies..." Lao Ma's tone became somewhat heavy.

Two companies, of course, do you say?

Liu Yun felt that he said these words, just the front of the pavement, the key is some of the words behind.

Sure enough, he said: "There is a very good cooperation between Yuxin Payment and Tmall Net, but today is different from the past."With the rapid development of mobile Internet, the development of these two products is also very rapid and the scale continues to expand.“Willow, don’t you?”

Liu Yun glanced at him indifferently, looked back at the green and lush stadium in front of him, and said, "Yes, the horse always makes sense."

He seemed to have guessed the next topic, but didn’t care much.

It’s time to come, even a few years earlier than you might have expected.

“Safely!”The old horse stretched its finger, and there was a big way to rebuke Fang Shu, "Mobile payment security is very important."Mr. President, don't get me wrong.I believe that there is no problem with the security of Youxin payment, but it does not belong to Ali after all, and the users of Tmall.As a responsible large-scale enterprise, Ali must completely eliminate security risks.”

Of course, this is just a scene.

In the future, the online payment dispute between Youxin and Alipay will become very fierce.

The old horse is in the foreboding and wants to take advantage of the future.

Youxin has brought traffic and new users to Tmall, and Tmall has also brought considerable liquidity to Youxin.

But the time to warm each other has come to an end.

Ma Yun regarded Youxin Payment as Alipay's potential and was prepared to use security as an excuse to reduce your payment.

“Of course, the preferential policies we give each other can be cancelled.”The old horse looked up and said a great deal.

That is to say, the future YOYO series of mobile phones, in the factory also do not need to bring Tmall and Alipay.

Ma Yun is convinced that the user's dependence on these two products and stickyness, pretending to be an atmospheric look: "The download promotion fee in the yo-yo application mall should be given to us."

Liu Yun seemed calm and said, “Well, I also think it’s time for our cooperation to end.”The third-party service program of Yo-Lin will also drop Tmall.I hope the horse never regrets it."

After listening, Ma Yun said firmly: "If I regret it, my old horse will stand in this position on the court and jump down!"

Really smelly?

He certainly won’t jump, just as he promised not to play the game, and he’s not happy to do it yet.

At this time, Ali did not know that Liu Yun had won the news of QQ.

Liu Yun nodded his head and did not speak.

After the conversation, the old horse and Song Weiping left first.

Liu Yun was still sitting on the court, staring.

Not far behind, the bodyguard stood quietly.

Liu Yun seemed to remember something, took out his mobile phone and opened the micro-blog to look at it.

The national football team missed the World Cup, as well as the referee's black whistle, there was no suspense, and it was all on the hot search.

The netizens are righteous and angry, and they complain about injustice...