Chapter 91: Comrade Luo Xiaozhong

'The team has no way to make a profit. So with an annual investment of several million, it may be able to hang on for one or two years, but what about three or five years?' The problem Han Songlin was talking about was very real.

To put it bluntly, to carry out professional reforms is to make money.

'I admit that I invest in football not for profit, but for advertising. If the advertising effect is good, I can continue to advertise; if not? Then I will definitely leave decisively, without hesitation.'

'If we want to retain the endless stream of investors, then we must develop the league well. Football is the world's number one sport, and many people like to watch it. This is a huge advertising platform. We must make the platform good, so that it can not only attract a steady stream of investors, but also advertisers.'

'The league's income can be divided into a portion for the teams, which can ensure the operation of the teams. Another portion can be given to the Football Association to ensure youth training, and a portion can be handed over to the General Administration to develop other sports.'

Han Songlin knew very well why football needed to be professionalised.

It was because he wanted to develop sports projects, but now there was no money, so professionalising football became the best option.

The result later proved that football could provide the General Administration with more than 100 million yuan each year, which greatly solved the problem of insufficient funds for the General Administration.

The meeting in Beijing was much longer than Han Songlin had expected.

Thanks to Han Songlin's influence, a number of things were decided at the meeting.

First, next year, referees would have to be professionalised; and the relocation of teams would be banned, because a team was a city's calling card.

Other cities that wanted professional teams would have to slowly upgrade themselves.

In addition, Han Songlin also suggested that the name of the league should not be called Jia A, but directly called the Huaguo Professional Men's Football Super League.

Moreover, Han Songlin also gave a very valid reason: now that it is professional, it is necessary to make a distinction from the past.

The entire league should be divided into three leagues: Huachao, Huajia, and Huaye.

A complete promotion and relegation system should be established.

Moreover, after this system is established, it cannot be changed at will in the future.

There is also the establishment of a special Huachao League operating company, and the Football Association will only be able to supervise, not interfere with the normal operation of the league company.

There is also a specific distribution plan for the league's income.

How much to the Football Association, how much to the club.

How much the champion gets, how much the runner-up gets, and how much the third place gets.

The amount of money that can be distributed for each ranking is different.

The most important point is that the referees must also be professional, and the Football Association must be able to control the referees.

It cannot be said that the Football Association has no way to control the referees when they make mistakes during the game.

Han Songlin really did not expect that he could actually directly influence Chinese football.

If things continue like this, Chinese football will grow to such a level in the future. To be honest, Han Songlin is actually looking forward to it.

While in the capital for a few days, Han Songlin received a phone call from Yangcheng.

'Someone threw paint at the wall in front of the store?' Han Songlin was full of disbelief. This definitely wasn't April Fools' Day.

Are you messing with me? It's not even popular to celebrate this holiday anymore.

To be honest, even in the future, not many people in the whole of China will care about April Fools' Day.

Zhang Xin stood in front of the phone, looking helplessly through the glass as everyone was cleaning up the paint.

This has always been fine, who knew this would happen!

'Can you be sure who did it?'

Zhang Xin: 'I don't know yet, it was probably done late at night, Yuan Bin and the others didn't hear a thing.'

Han Songlin knew that there were usually two people inside the store at night to keep watch.

There was no choice, as there was a lot of alcohol inside.

In an era when surveillance was still a luxury, this was the best way to do it.

'Let's clean up first. I'll come back when this is done. By the way, let's call the police.'

Call the police?

Han Songlin didn't expect the police to catch the culprit.

In an era without surveillance, there were simply too many cases that could not be solved.

If they weren't expecting to catch anyone, why call the police?

There were other things involved, such as deterrence, and what if someone was caught in the future?

He rubbed his head, wondering what the situation was.

Was it a competitor?

If you think about it, the entire liquor market is so small, if I sell more today, other wineries will definitely sell less.

Wait!

That doesn't make sense!

Most domestic liquor manufacturers are state-owned enterprises, and they shouldn't do something so unprofessional.

If it wasn't a competitor, then who was it?

Who did they offend?

Judging from the method, they must be thugs.

Han Songlin suddenly thought of something at the train station: 'Right, tell Liu Yi to stay put during the day, don't go to the small streets and alleys, and stick to the main roads!'

If they're on the main roads, those people shouldn't dare to mess with them.

Otherwise, they'll have to taste the awesome power of the people's iron fist.

But those small streets and alleys usually have no one around, which is very dangerous.

Han Songlin really didn't have a good solution to this problem.

Even if the rule of law took root in the future, it would be difficult to deal with this kind of thing.

He also asked about sales in the recent period, and the shipment of baijiu was increasing significantly.

The increase in wine sales did make Han Songlin feel a lot more relaxed.

After Han Songlin prepared to return to the winery, he would make another wine, which would be called Fule Wine.

The price of this wine will naturally be lower than that of JINLIUFU.

After all, not all of the winery's white wine output is high-quality.

In fact, for every bottle of wine, the best part is the middle part, with the top and bottom parts being discarded.

High-quality white wine accounts for about 15% of the entire output of raw wine. Some wineries have better cellars and quality control, so the proportion of high-quality white wine will be higher, but only by one or two percentage points.

It won't be much higher.

White wine has been brewed for hundreds of years. To be honest, it is already quite difficult to innovate the process.

Let's just say the equipment for brewing wine. In fact, there is essentially no difference between modern brewing equipment and ancient brewing equipment.

For several consecutive days, Han Songlin was exhausted. He also racked his brains to figure out some of the problems and practices of future generations, and he revealed them all.

So there was nothing for Han Songlin to do in the capital, and he was preparing to go back.

That day, Han Songlin was packing his things in the hotel when he heard a knock on the door. When he opened the door, he saw a young man standing there.

From the way he stood, Han Songlin could tell that this man had been in the military.

Han Songlin was certain that this man had undergone rigorous training, and that his military bearing had become second nature.

With a slight hint of doubt, he asked, 'May I ask who you are looking for?'

'Han Songlin, after only a few years apart, you don't recognise your old comrade-in-arms?'

Old comrade-in-arms?

Uncle Songlin's comrade-in-arms! But who is he?

Han Songlin inherited a little memory.

'Luo Xiaozhong?' Han Songlin suddenly called out a name, and memories of this person also surfaced in his mind.

Luo Xiaozhong patted Han Songlin on the shoulder and laughed, 'Thank goodness you remember, otherwise I would have just walked away!'

Since Han Songlin knew who he was, he slightly relaxed his guard.

Han Songlin remembered that he and Luo Xiaozhong had been very close, having been through thick and thin together.

After all, Luo Xiaozhong should be a pretty high-ranking official by now!

And his background seemed to be quite extraordinary.

'I can't forget anyone, and I definitely can't forget you. You've changed a lot after all these years!' Han Songlin asked someone to come in and then poured him a cup of hot water.