Chapter 19
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Chen Ai Ting
Chapter 19
Yang's Group Headquarters, Longhai, China.
Yang Wenfeng sat on a soft and comfortable office chair, looked at a fax on the desk in front of him, and showed a playful smile.
The most conspicuous thing on the fax is that there are two big characters written on it, IOU.
"Dear Mr. Yang Wenfeng, President of the Yang Group, based on the promise you and your father, Mr. Yang Baoping, made to me to support me unconditionally, now I need you to fulfill part of the promise. Please remit [-] million yuan to my account within three days. If you want to violate the promise, I do not rule out resorting to legal means."
Isn't the person who signed the deposit the precious son Yang Huan!
"Is this an IOU?" Yang Wenfeng pointed to the faxed IOU, shaking his head and laughingly asking his assistant.
"This doesn't look like an IOU. This is simply a blackmail letter. I resorted to legal means. I..."
He wanted to swear harshly, but felt that he was losing his dignity, so he forcibly held back.
Seeing such an expression and reaction from the always calm and capable boss, the assistant at the side suppressed a smile.
When he first saw this fax, he couldn't help laughing, thinking that this little boss can really make a fuss.
Obviously he was short of money and asked his father for money, but he said it as if he broke the law if he didn't give him the money!
Although Yang Wenfeng did not support Yang Huan's going out to start a business in his heart, he wanted to protect his son with all his strength in front of outsiders.
"What has he invested in recently? Is he short of money?" Yang Wenfeng asked.
"After the little boss arrived in the UK, he attracted a lot of attention. He bought Southampton and spent 500 million pounds. But on the first day after he took over the team, he fired the head coach. I heard that he even called English football rubbish. Now the whole of the UK is full of anger and protests."
When Yang Wenfeng heard this, he thought to himself, this really looks like Yang Huan's style, this kid is a troublemaker.
"The rest is nothing. Before, his personal secretary, Ms. Zhang Ning, called and asked me to find a reputable construction company. He said that he would build a brand new training base with an investment of 3000 million pounds."
"The little boss went to Argentina in the past two days and bought a player named James Rodriguez for 600 million pounds."
The assistant read to the document in his hand, "Oh, by the way, the little boss also bought a Chinese restaurant called Jinhan Palace, saying that he would invest a sum of money for rectification and renovation, and it is still in the research stage."
"Football? Chinese restaurant?" Yang Wenfeng was a little confused, "What does it matter?"
The assistant also had a wry smile on his face, "I asked Ms. Zhang Ning, and Ms. Zhang said that the little boss doesn't like Western food, and said that buying a Chinese restaurant will make it easier for me to have three meals a day." In the end, he didn't know what expression he should give.
The same is true for Yang Wenfeng, who bought a Chinese restaurant and spent 10,000+ pounds on rectification and renovation, just for three meals a day?
As a father, he doesn't have such a luxury!
"Actually, Ms. Zhang mentioned that this Chinese restaurant has great potential, and I think the small boss said it was for three meals a day. In fact, I think it may be an excuse. The real reason is that our country has been encouraging the export of soft power in recent years. Isn't the Chinese restaurant a manifestation of our soft power?"
"What do you mean?" Yang Wenfeng didn't quite understand. He did a lot of business, but he didn't have catering.
"Chinese restaurants have been unsatisfactory overseas in the past few years, but as the world's three major cuisines, Chinese food has always been popular with consumers overseas, and the potential consumer groups are still very wide. In the past, our Chinese food has always been in the low-end route overseas. I think that the small boss wants to take the high-end route, and he has a good vision."
Yang Wenfeng didn't expect it, especially after hearing the assistant's analysis, it seemed reasonable.
Western food from abroad has entered China, and all of them have become high-end and elegant, but why do Chinese food go overseas, and more of them follow the low-end route?
"It's interesting. You immediately arrange the manpower, make more preparations in this regard, and provide him with more information and suggestions."
When the assistant heard this, he nodded immediately. This was an excellent opportunity to hug the little boss's thick thigh, "I know, boss."
"Also, remit the money to him, and then tell him, next time you write an IOU, don't write it like the blackmail letter!"
When the assistant heard this, he burst out laughing.
Yang Wenfeng also laughed. He was a little bit looking forward to seeing what this bastard could do in Europe.
Although he always felt that his son was not capable enough, in fact, which father didn't expect his son to become a dragon?
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Yang Huan didn't know what his father was thinking at this moment, because he was secretly looking at the beautiful woman.
The press conference hall at Southampton's St. Mary's Stadium was originally not big, but now twenty or thirty people from newspapers and TV stations from the UK and Europe poured in, and it suddenly became overcrowded.
But in a small space of less than [-] square meters where dozens of human heads gather, there is a dazzling landscape.
Someone jokingly said that a man's character can be known from the first part of a man's eyes on a woman.
At first glance, the face is a normal man; the X is a pervert; the leg is a pervert; the XX is an old pervert.
If you look at your feet, congratulations, you have a special hobby.
Yang Huan is a very normal man, just a little lecherous, so the first thing he saw was X.
This also has something to do with what she is wearing. The white shirt has a slightly open neckline, which can immediately attract the attention of all men.
It's just that this woman is a little cold, cold.
Yang Huan secretly looked at the blonde beauty outside, and then looked at Zhang Ning beside him, comparing in his heart?
Zhang Ning felt Yang Huan's evil eyes, and stared at him fiercely, wishing he could smash him to death with anything.
"I said, Zhang Ning, have you...?" Yang Huan asked with a smile.
Zhang Ning turned his head to look elsewhere, pretending not to hear, how can he talk about such a private matter?
"Probably not!" Yang Huan clicked his tongue twice, with a very sure tone,
Seeing his contemptuous appearance, Zhang Ning retorted bitterly, "How do you know I don't?"
"That's it!" Yang Huan laughed.
So, no matter how noble this girl is, she still cares about her body proportions.
Zhang Ning knew that he had been tricked, so he snorted coldly and remained silent.
Feeling his gaze, Zhang Ning blushed instantly, and turned his head away not daring to look at him again.
This pervert is too outrageous, in front of a girl, it's too much!
Just at this time, Sun Yue came in, Zhang Ning immediately ran away, "It's fine here, I'll go to Jinhan Palace to have a look."
Seeing Zhang Ningfei running away, Sun Yue was envious and surprised, "Master Huan, what's the matter with her?"
Sun Yue has always found the relationship between Yang Huan and Zhang Ning very strange.
They lived together in a double room in the hotel, but their relationship was not like a couple, but like enemies, but Zhang Ning was obedient to Yang Huan, and he couldn't figure out what the relationship between the two was.
"I'm jealous!" Yang Huan smiled faintly, and continued to look out through the gap.
Sun Yue followed his gaze and found that the blonde beauty Yang Huan was looking at was also the focus of countless men's attention.
"Oh, it's her."
"you recognize?"
Sun Yue nodded, "When I gave the gift just now, there was her signature, a reporter from the Southern Echo, Charlene Lahiri."
"Hey, Master Huan, I still have her phone number here."
When Yang Huan heard this, he turned his head sideways and stared at Sun Yue maliciously.
Being stared at by Yang Huan, Sun Yue felt a little flustered, did he kiss the wrong ass?Could it be that the young master is an innocent little boy?
"Do I look like that kind of lustful person?" Yang Huan asked seriously.
Sun Yue immediately put on a smiling face, "No, Master Huan is an upright gentleman, how could he be lustful?"
"Yeah!" Yang Huan accepted the compliment with peace of mind, "Turn around and give me her phone number."
Sun Yue almost fell over, his young master is really...
"She is [-]% of mixed race. The soil and water in England cannot produce a beauty of this quality."
Regarding his ability to appreciate beauties, Yang Huan is very confident. In his previous life, he didn't know how many beautiful stars from Europe, America, Japan, Korea, and his own country YY had, which further raised his high requirements for beauties.
Yang Huan definitely doesn't like those beauties who are a little ordinary or have flaws.
This Charlene Lahiri is different from ordinary British beauties. She doesn't have the rough and hard lines of British beauties. On the contrary, her face is very soft, her facial features are well matched, and she looks very beautiful and moving.
It's just that under the two slender willow eyebrows, a pair of charming amber eyes reveal tenacity and coldness, making it difficult for people to approach.
It is hot summer now, and Southampton is located at the southernmost tip of the UK. The daytime temperature is around [-] degrees, which is not too hot at all. However, the press conference hall at St. Mary's Stadium is small, but there are more people pouring in, which makes it a bit crowded and hot.
Charlene Lahiri held the notepad and fanned it gently, and lifted the collar of the shirt with her right hand from time to time, panting delicately, which made all the men in the entire press conference hall uncontrollably stare at her, but no one dared to approach her.
"The press conference hall is still too small!" Yang Huan was behind, looking at the situation of the press conference hall through the gap, feeling a little regretful.
It should be more comfortable if it is bigger.
At least it can make these reporters and TV crews more comfortable.
"Actually, Master Huan, not only is the press conference hall smaller, but our stadium is also smaller."
Sun Yue seemed to have complained a long time ago, "Also, not only is the stadium small, I think we are small in everything, even the office is small, and there is no one to run errands. I have to buy them a gift myself."
Yang Huan turned his head sideways, and looked at this complaining guy who didn't know when he became pampered, "I said, are you the young master, or am I the young master?"
When Sun Yue heard this, he immediately laughed, "Of course, you are the young master, I should go to run errands."
"However, Master Huan, it's fine for me to run errands, but think about it, we are short of manpower, so it's hard to do our best when we do things. There are only two people in the entire marketing and public relations department. One has to answer the phone, and I'm the only one left. It's hard to aspire!"
When Yang Huan thought about it, it made sense. Look at those big companies, marketing department and public relations department, which one is not full of talents?
"Well, then you go back and look at the situation and recruit some people who are smart and able to handle things."
"Understood!" Sun Yue agreed with a smile.
At this time Nicola Cortez came over.
"Master Huan, the preparations are almost done. Everyone is here, so we can start."
"Nicholas, have you given away all the small gifts?" Yang Huan asked with concern.
Nicola Cortez nodded, "I arranged for people to give it away. There is no leakage. In fact, there is no need for everyone to give it away. Wouldn't it be enough to just give it to the team leaders? Besides, gifts are also expensive."
"Expensive?" Yang Huan laughed as soon as he heard it, "I scolded him just now for buying it cheap, he's too stingy."
Nicola Cortez's heart almost shattered into a QR code.
Although the relationship between the team and the media these days is interdependent, in fact the media is a little more dependent on the team.
Especially in the UK, there are fans all over the country, and the hottest topic is football, even surpassing those current affairs and political topics. Therefore, this has caused all media, newspapers and TV stations to scramble to grab football resources.
Therefore, it should be the media holding the football team now.
But why did Yang Huan turn around?
But Nicola Cortez has gradually figured out the character of his boss.
Yang Huan seeks to be as perfect as he wants in his affairs, but he never cares about how much money he spends.
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(End of this chapter)
Yang's Group Headquarters, Longhai, China.
Yang Wenfeng sat on a soft and comfortable office chair, looked at a fax on the desk in front of him, and showed a playful smile.
The most conspicuous thing on the fax is that there are two big characters written on it, IOU.
"Dear Mr. Yang Wenfeng, President of the Yang Group, based on the promise you and your father, Mr. Yang Baoping, made to me to support me unconditionally, now I need you to fulfill part of the promise. Please remit [-] million yuan to my account within three days. If you want to violate the promise, I do not rule out resorting to legal means."
Isn't the person who signed the deposit the precious son Yang Huan!
"Is this an IOU?" Yang Wenfeng pointed to the faxed IOU, shaking his head and laughingly asking his assistant.
"This doesn't look like an IOU. This is simply a blackmail letter. I resorted to legal means. I..."
He wanted to swear harshly, but felt that he was losing his dignity, so he forcibly held back.
Seeing such an expression and reaction from the always calm and capable boss, the assistant at the side suppressed a smile.
When he first saw this fax, he couldn't help laughing, thinking that this little boss can really make a fuss.
Obviously he was short of money and asked his father for money, but he said it as if he broke the law if he didn't give him the money!
Although Yang Wenfeng did not support Yang Huan's going out to start a business in his heart, he wanted to protect his son with all his strength in front of outsiders.
"What has he invested in recently? Is he short of money?" Yang Wenfeng asked.
"After the little boss arrived in the UK, he attracted a lot of attention. He bought Southampton and spent 500 million pounds. But on the first day after he took over the team, he fired the head coach. I heard that he even called English football rubbish. Now the whole of the UK is full of anger and protests."
When Yang Wenfeng heard this, he thought to himself, this really looks like Yang Huan's style, this kid is a troublemaker.
"The rest is nothing. Before, his personal secretary, Ms. Zhang Ning, called and asked me to find a reputable construction company. He said that he would build a brand new training base with an investment of 3000 million pounds."
"The little boss went to Argentina in the past two days and bought a player named James Rodriguez for 600 million pounds."
The assistant read to the document in his hand, "Oh, by the way, the little boss also bought a Chinese restaurant called Jinhan Palace, saying that he would invest a sum of money for rectification and renovation, and it is still in the research stage."
"Football? Chinese restaurant?" Yang Wenfeng was a little confused, "What does it matter?"
The assistant also had a wry smile on his face, "I asked Ms. Zhang Ning, and Ms. Zhang said that the little boss doesn't like Western food, and said that buying a Chinese restaurant will make it easier for me to have three meals a day." In the end, he didn't know what expression he should give.
The same is true for Yang Wenfeng, who bought a Chinese restaurant and spent 10,000+ pounds on rectification and renovation, just for three meals a day?
As a father, he doesn't have such a luxury!
"Actually, Ms. Zhang mentioned that this Chinese restaurant has great potential, and I think the small boss said it was for three meals a day. In fact, I think it may be an excuse. The real reason is that our country has been encouraging the export of soft power in recent years. Isn't the Chinese restaurant a manifestation of our soft power?"
"What do you mean?" Yang Wenfeng didn't quite understand. He did a lot of business, but he didn't have catering.
"Chinese restaurants have been unsatisfactory overseas in the past few years, but as the world's three major cuisines, Chinese food has always been popular with consumers overseas, and the potential consumer groups are still very wide. In the past, our Chinese food has always been in the low-end route overseas. I think that the small boss wants to take the high-end route, and he has a good vision."
Yang Wenfeng didn't expect it, especially after hearing the assistant's analysis, it seemed reasonable.
Western food from abroad has entered China, and all of them have become high-end and elegant, but why do Chinese food go overseas, and more of them follow the low-end route?
"It's interesting. You immediately arrange the manpower, make more preparations in this regard, and provide him with more information and suggestions."
When the assistant heard this, he nodded immediately. This was an excellent opportunity to hug the little boss's thick thigh, "I know, boss."
"Also, remit the money to him, and then tell him, next time you write an IOU, don't write it like the blackmail letter!"
When the assistant heard this, he burst out laughing.
Yang Wenfeng also laughed. He was a little bit looking forward to seeing what this bastard could do in Europe.
Although he always felt that his son was not capable enough, in fact, which father didn't expect his son to become a dragon?
…………
…………
Yang Huan didn't know what his father was thinking at this moment, because he was secretly looking at the beautiful woman.
The press conference hall at Southampton's St. Mary's Stadium was originally not big, but now twenty or thirty people from newspapers and TV stations from the UK and Europe poured in, and it suddenly became overcrowded.
But in a small space of less than [-] square meters where dozens of human heads gather, there is a dazzling landscape.
Someone jokingly said that a man's character can be known from the first part of a man's eyes on a woman.
At first glance, the face is a normal man; the X is a pervert; the leg is a pervert; the XX is an old pervert.
If you look at your feet, congratulations, you have a special hobby.
Yang Huan is a very normal man, just a little lecherous, so the first thing he saw was X.
This also has something to do with what she is wearing. The white shirt has a slightly open neckline, which can immediately attract the attention of all men.
It's just that this woman is a little cold, cold.
Yang Huan secretly looked at the blonde beauty outside, and then looked at Zhang Ning beside him, comparing in his heart?
Zhang Ning felt Yang Huan's evil eyes, and stared at him fiercely, wishing he could smash him to death with anything.
"I said, Zhang Ning, have you...?" Yang Huan asked with a smile.
Zhang Ning turned his head to look elsewhere, pretending not to hear, how can he talk about such a private matter?
"Probably not!" Yang Huan clicked his tongue twice, with a very sure tone,
Seeing his contemptuous appearance, Zhang Ning retorted bitterly, "How do you know I don't?"
"That's it!" Yang Huan laughed.
So, no matter how noble this girl is, she still cares about her body proportions.
Zhang Ning knew that he had been tricked, so he snorted coldly and remained silent.
Feeling his gaze, Zhang Ning blushed instantly, and turned his head away not daring to look at him again.
This pervert is too outrageous, in front of a girl, it's too much!
Just at this time, Sun Yue came in, Zhang Ning immediately ran away, "It's fine here, I'll go to Jinhan Palace to have a look."
Seeing Zhang Ningfei running away, Sun Yue was envious and surprised, "Master Huan, what's the matter with her?"
Sun Yue has always found the relationship between Yang Huan and Zhang Ning very strange.
They lived together in a double room in the hotel, but their relationship was not like a couple, but like enemies, but Zhang Ning was obedient to Yang Huan, and he couldn't figure out what the relationship between the two was.
"I'm jealous!" Yang Huan smiled faintly, and continued to look out through the gap.
Sun Yue followed his gaze and found that the blonde beauty Yang Huan was looking at was also the focus of countless men's attention.
"Oh, it's her."
"you recognize?"
Sun Yue nodded, "When I gave the gift just now, there was her signature, a reporter from the Southern Echo, Charlene Lahiri."
"Hey, Master Huan, I still have her phone number here."
When Yang Huan heard this, he turned his head sideways and stared at Sun Yue maliciously.
Being stared at by Yang Huan, Sun Yue felt a little flustered, did he kiss the wrong ass?Could it be that the young master is an innocent little boy?
"Do I look like that kind of lustful person?" Yang Huan asked seriously.
Sun Yue immediately put on a smiling face, "No, Master Huan is an upright gentleman, how could he be lustful?"
"Yeah!" Yang Huan accepted the compliment with peace of mind, "Turn around and give me her phone number."
Sun Yue almost fell over, his young master is really...
"She is [-]% of mixed race. The soil and water in England cannot produce a beauty of this quality."
Regarding his ability to appreciate beauties, Yang Huan is very confident. In his previous life, he didn't know how many beautiful stars from Europe, America, Japan, Korea, and his own country YY had, which further raised his high requirements for beauties.
Yang Huan definitely doesn't like those beauties who are a little ordinary or have flaws.
This Charlene Lahiri is different from ordinary British beauties. She doesn't have the rough and hard lines of British beauties. On the contrary, her face is very soft, her facial features are well matched, and she looks very beautiful and moving.
It's just that under the two slender willow eyebrows, a pair of charming amber eyes reveal tenacity and coldness, making it difficult for people to approach.
It is hot summer now, and Southampton is located at the southernmost tip of the UK. The daytime temperature is around [-] degrees, which is not too hot at all. However, the press conference hall at St. Mary's Stadium is small, but there are more people pouring in, which makes it a bit crowded and hot.
Charlene Lahiri held the notepad and fanned it gently, and lifted the collar of the shirt with her right hand from time to time, panting delicately, which made all the men in the entire press conference hall uncontrollably stare at her, but no one dared to approach her.
"The press conference hall is still too small!" Yang Huan was behind, looking at the situation of the press conference hall through the gap, feeling a little regretful.
It should be more comfortable if it is bigger.
At least it can make these reporters and TV crews more comfortable.
"Actually, Master Huan, not only is the press conference hall smaller, but our stadium is also smaller."
Sun Yue seemed to have complained a long time ago, "Also, not only is the stadium small, I think we are small in everything, even the office is small, and there is no one to run errands. I have to buy them a gift myself."
Yang Huan turned his head sideways, and looked at this complaining guy who didn't know when he became pampered, "I said, are you the young master, or am I the young master?"
When Sun Yue heard this, he immediately laughed, "Of course, you are the young master, I should go to run errands."
"However, Master Huan, it's fine for me to run errands, but think about it, we are short of manpower, so it's hard to do our best when we do things. There are only two people in the entire marketing and public relations department. One has to answer the phone, and I'm the only one left. It's hard to aspire!"
When Yang Huan thought about it, it made sense. Look at those big companies, marketing department and public relations department, which one is not full of talents?
"Well, then you go back and look at the situation and recruit some people who are smart and able to handle things."
"Understood!" Sun Yue agreed with a smile.
At this time Nicola Cortez came over.
"Master Huan, the preparations are almost done. Everyone is here, so we can start."
"Nicholas, have you given away all the small gifts?" Yang Huan asked with concern.
Nicola Cortez nodded, "I arranged for people to give it away. There is no leakage. In fact, there is no need for everyone to give it away. Wouldn't it be enough to just give it to the team leaders? Besides, gifts are also expensive."
"Expensive?" Yang Huan laughed as soon as he heard it, "I scolded him just now for buying it cheap, he's too stingy."
Nicola Cortez's heart almost shattered into a QR code.
Although the relationship between the team and the media these days is interdependent, in fact the media is a little more dependent on the team.
Especially in the UK, there are fans all over the country, and the hottest topic is football, even surpassing those current affairs and political topics. Therefore, this has caused all media, newspapers and TV stations to scramble to grab football resources.
Therefore, it should be the media holding the football team now.
But why did Yang Huan turn around?
But Nicola Cortez has gradually figured out the character of his boss.
Yang Huan seeks to be as perfect as he wants in his affairs, but he never cares about how much money he spends.
Today is the sixth update, brothers, there are more than 2 words, please vote hard to support it! !
(End of this chapter)
