96: The business territory of "Northern Dragon"

August in Hartlepool, the sea breeze carried a hint of sweet, victorious scent.

News of consecutive victories against Leeds United and Plymouth had spread throughout English football.

Lin Feng stood in the top-floor conference room of the Phoenix Training Center, overlooking the second phase of construction currently underway outside the window.

The system interface in his mind quietly appeared, and the number in the [Prestige Value] column was slowly rising.

Every increase in prestige represented the arrival of countless business opportunities.

He turned to face the conference table, where the club's core business team was seated.

"Gentlemen, it's time to convert our victories into real value."

Lin Feng's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Richard Arnold opened his folder, which contained letters of intent from dozens of companies.

"Boss, ever since we defeated Leeds United, the calls for sponsorship haven't stopped."

Arnold's voice held unsuppressed excitement.

"But I think we should set our sights further."

Lin Feng walked to the large whiteboard in the conference room and picked up a marker.

He wrote three names on the whiteboard: Samsung, Emirates, Toyota.

"These are our true targets."

John Stone looked at the three glittering names and swallowed hard.

"Boss, these are all Global 500 companies. Would they be interested in a League One team like us?"

A confident curve appeared at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth.

"John, you're still looking at us with old eyes."

He turned to face everyone, his eyes gleaming with a certain fanaticism.

"We're not selling the naming rights to a League One team; we're selling the future of a rising football empire."

He picked up the pen again and quickly sketched out the framework of a business plan on the whiteboard.

Community activities, brand linkage, player endorsements, global promotion.

Every word exuded the smell of money.

"What I want isn't just simple naming rights, but a comprehensive strategic partnership."

Lin Feng's pen tip tapped heavily on the whiteboard.

"They are investing not just in a stadium, but in the entire business ecosystem of the Northern Dragon."

Arnold looked at the perfect business blueprint, his eyes filled with awe.

He finally understood why the boss always saw opportunities that others couldn't.

The conference room door suddenly opened.

John Stone rushed in, holding a newly faxed report.

"Boss, the new energy battery company we invested in has made a major breakthrough!"

Stone's voice trembled, as if announcing the arrival of a miracle.

Lin Feng took the report and quickly scanned the technical parameters.

The "future technology pathway" guidance provided by the system had finally borne fruit.

That small company, on the verge of bankruptcy, had developed a new battery prototype with performance far exceeding similar products on the market in just a few months.

"How much has the valuation increased?"

Lin Feng's voice remained calm, but a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"Conservatively estimated, at least tenfold."

Stone wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Our initial investment of 500,000 is now worth at least 5 million."

Lin Feng nodded and placed the report on the table.

"Immediately inject 500,000 of that into the second phase of the Phoenix Training Center's construction."

His decision was swift and decisive, without any hesitation.

"I want to see that research center operational before the new season begins."

At the same time, youth training director David Pulis also brought exciting news.

He placed a thick match report in front of Lin Feng.

"Boss, the U18 team won their match yesterday 5-0."

Pulis's face beamed with a proud smile.

"They perfectly executed the simplified 'Geometric Warfare' tactics you designed."

Lin Feng opened the report and carefully checked every technical statistic.

Ball possession 78%, pass completion rate 91%, shots on goal 15 to 3.

Behind these numbers was a perfect interpretation of football philosophy by a group of seventeen and eighteen-year-olds.

"How were Oliver Baker and Liam Jones's performances?"

Lin Feng's gaze lingered on two names.

These were the original youth training prodigies he had personally selected.

"Exceeded everyone's expectations."

Pulis's voice held a hint of shock.

"Baker's organizational ability in midfield is already on par with some professional players."

"Jones's goal-scoring instinct is even more gifted; he scored two goals in a single match."

Lin Feng activated the [Player Radar] system in his mind.

The two young names glowed on the virtual interface.

Oliver Baker: Potential rating A-, extremely adaptable to positions.

Liam Jones: Potential rating B+, outstanding shooting talent.

This made Lin Feng even more confident about the club's future.

"David, I need you to do one thing."

Lin Feng closed the report and looked at Pulis.

"Compile a 'Hartlepool United Youth Training Bible'."

Pulis paused, clearly not understanding the deeper meaning of the request.

"Systematically document all our football philosophy, training methods, and tactical systems."

Lin Feng's voice became serious.

"This will become the cornerstone of the club's development for the next hundred years."

He wanted to establish not just a team, but a legacy.

A football philosophy that could be passed down.

Just then, Arnold's phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID, and his eyes instantly lit up with excitement.

"Boss, it's Puma UK!"

Arnold answered the phone, exchanged a few brief words, and then hung up.

"They are willing to offer a three-year sponsorship contract worth a total of 900,000 pounds!"

Arnold's voice was filled with unbelievable excitement.

"This is already top-tier sponsorship for League One!"

Everyone else in the conference room gasped.

900,000 pounds, for a team just promoted to League One, was almost an astronomical figure.

But Lin Feng shook his head.

"Tell them it's too little."

His voice was terrifyingly calm.

"A week from now, after we eliminate Birmingham, we'll talk to them again."

The entire conference room fell into a dead silence.

Everyone was stunned by the boss's confidence and ambition.

That was Birmingham, who had just been relegated from the Premier League.

And Lin Feng had already treated their defeat as a foregone conclusion.

Arnold looked at Lin Feng's calm face, a strange shiver running through him.

He finally understood that he was not serving an ordinary football club owner.

But a true legend who was rewriting the landscape of English football.

Outside the window, the sun was setting.

Golden light streamed through the glass, spilling onto the whiteboard in the conference room.

The names and numbers written in black marker shone brightly in the sunlight.

Just like the business empire Lin Feng was weaving.

Brilliant and unstoppable.