Chapter 21 It turned out to be him!
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Chen Ai Ting
Chapter 21 It turned out to be him!
Southampton is a quiet and reserved harbor city.
At 1000 o'clock in the morning, it was drizzling slightly, which added a bit of poetic charm to this old town with a history of more than [-] years.
Charlene Lahiri is from London, but she likes the comfort and quietness of Southampton.
Holding an umbrella, walking on the road, you can see all kinds of cars along the way, and even occasionally you can see that kind of convertible car with the roof open, driving slowly in the drizzle.
There are few people in Southampton, few cars, and the roads are not wide, so congestion is rarely seen.
Walking to a corner, I came to a grocery store.
There are several stacks of newspapers on the newsstand at the door, including the famous Times, Sun, Guardian and so on.
Indispensable is the local Southern Echo.
In the past, the sales volume of the Sun newspaper was often the best, and the coquettish girls on the page could easily stimulate readers' desire to buy, and the Times and the Guardian all had their own audiences.
As for the Southern Echo, the sales volume has always been relatively poor, which also makes the newspaper's treatment and benefits not good.
But today, when Charlene Lahiri came to the newsstand, she didn't see the Southern Echo.
"Boss, here's a Southern Echo!" Charlene Lahiri thought it wasn't displayed.
"Sorry, it's sold out!" the grocery store owner said with a smile.
"Sold out?" How is this possible?
"It's really strange today. Everyone buys the Southern Echo."
When Charlene Lahiri heard this, she was taken aback for a moment, and then burst into surprise.
She stayed up late last night to produce a feature story, clarifying the feud between Southampton and Alan Pardew, but another story of hers was adopted by the editor-in-chief and made the headlines.
That is, Southampton's new coach will arrive in Southampton today!
This piece of news came from Yang Huan's words yesterday. She made some speculative reports on this piece of news.
Is it because of this that readers started to follow it?
Charlene Lahiri was a little surprised, but she didn't think too much about it. She turned and left the grocery store, heading for the newspaper headquarters.
If it was in the past, the office of the Southern Echo should still be drowsy at this time, many people have not woken up, and many people have not had a chance to go to sleep.
But today, when Charlene Lahiri walked in, she found that everyone in the office was happily discussing something.
As soon as they saw Charlene Lahiri, all the colleagues immediately came up to her.
"Charlene, that's great! Do you know? Your exclusive inside story made our newspapers sell out this morning!"
"Yeah, where did you dig out the inside story? Do you know who the new Southampton coach is?"
"A lot of my relatives and friends called me just now to ask me who is the new coach of Southampton. I don't know how to answer. Tell me, Charlene, who is it?"
There was a lot of discussion in the office, and colleagues surrounded Charlene Lahiri asking questions.
This makes the London girl feel helpless, because she doesn't know.
But she clearly felt that Southampton was unique in this city!
Two coughs came, and Lewis, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, came over. Everyone immediately dispersed and went back to work.
"Charlene, well done!" Lewis walked up to Charlene Lahiri and praised with a smile.
This reporter was recruited by him himself. He is very capable and created such a surprise not long after he arrived.
"By the way, is there any further news? This is very important. Now readers are looking forward to our further news, and we need further exclusive inside information to stimulate them." Lewis also asked with concern.
According to his preliminary estimate, today's inside story has at least doubled the sales of the Southern Echo. If there is another news, the sales will continue to increase. But for a newspaper, the most important thing is to provide readers with some exclusive news reports continuously, otherwise readers will sooner or later be poached by other newspapers.
Charlene Lahiri thought of Yang Huan yesterday, and the deal she had with Yang Huan. Her ears were slightly red, but she nodded heavily, "Yes, but I want to go to London."
"Oh?" Lewis didn't understand.
"I just received news that Southampton's new head coach will arrive at London's Heathrow Airport at [-]:[-] this morning. I guess Southampton will definitely arrange someone to pick him up."
When Lewis heard it, he clapped his hands vigorously, "Okay, that's it, hurry up, it's best to get an exclusive interview, and if it doesn't work, there must be photos, so that we can be on the headlines tomorrow!"
After speaking, Lewis greeted two more people in the office, "John, William, you go with Charlene and help her!"
Both John and William are old reporters and old employees of the newspaper. In terms of seniority, they are above Charlene Laherie, but now they are being assigned by the chief editor to work for Charlene Laherie. This immediately makes them a little dissatisfied.
"Damn it, why should she?"
"In my opinion, she must be having an affair with the editor-in-chief, otherwise why does the editor-in-chief value him so much?"
"It didn't take long to make headlines on the front page. Isn't that blatantly promoting her?"
"That's right, let us help her, what a motherfucker!"
The two British middle-aged journalists walked towards the parking lot angrily, cursing and scolding, their voices were not loud, but they deliberately let Charlene Lahiri who was following behind hear them.
The girl in London is also very depressed. She knows that seniority is also ranked in the newspaper office, so she would rather go by herself.
But the editor-in-chief explained it, so what can she do?
The three of them drove the newspaper's interview car and quickly arrived in London and arrived at Heathrow Airport.
Heathrow Airport is the largest airport in the UK and the busiest airport in Europe. Although the facilities are old, they are very large.
Although I know the time, I don't know where it is or where it came from.
After Charlene Lahiri arrived at the airport, she ran around like a chicken without a head.
"I said, do you know where they come from? Heathrow Airport is so big, with so many people, it's too chaotic, how do you find it?" John was a little angry, did this little girl really have exclusive information?
"That's right, there are people everywhere, you have to tell us where to find them?" William was also angry.
Originally, they were overwhelmed by a young girl who had just arrived, but the two seniors felt uncomfortable, and now they were at a loss, how could they not know how to take advantage of this opportunity and overwhelm them?
Charlene Lahiri felt wronged, but she couldn't say anything more, because she really had no idea.
The time is getting closer, but she has no clue at all, just knowing a Heathrow Airport, what's the use?
That bastard must have planned to plot against me!
Don't give me a chance, or I will make you look good!
"Little girl, don't say that I didn't teach you. Don't think that after hearing some information, you can make headlines by making a guess. If you want to be a famous reporter, the most important thing is your network and strength."
Seeing Charlene Larette's grievance, John didn't want to say anything more, "You are still young, take your time!"
"That's right, don't think that if you get close to the editor-in-chief's thigh, you can reach the sky in one step. The key is to have strength."
"Come on, William, let's go over there and have a look."
Seeing John and William leave, Charlene Lahiri's nose was a little sore, but she blinked stubbornly, and quickly calmed down. She originally wanted to come alone, but now she happened to be alone.
The entire airport hall is indeed too big, with many exits, entrances, crowds, and chaos. It can be said that it is the most chaotic airport in Europe. It is impossible to find someone in such a chaotic place.
Unless, more accurate information can be obtained.
Thinking of this, Charlene Lahiri took out Yang Huan's business card, gritted her teeth, pressed the phone number on it, and called.
"Hello." Yang Huan's voice came from the phone.
Upon hearing this voice, Charlene Lahiri stuttered, "Uh...I..."
"Miss Lahiri, I didn't expect you to call me and treat me to dinner?" Yang Huan on the phone laughed.
He got Charlene Lahiri's phone number from Sun Yue, and it had already been stored in the phone's address book.
"Yes, I invite you to dinner, thank you for providing me with clues." Charlene Lahiri felt relieved after being recognized, "But I have a question now."
"Is there a problem? It's a good thing. I also have a problem." Yang Huan laughed.
Charlene Lahiri immediately remembered the transaction yesterday. Does that damn bastard mean that privacy must be exchanged?
"Okay, then you ask first." Charlene Lahiri had no way out.
She came to Heathrow Airport with great enthusiasm. If she returned empty-handed, the editor-in-chief would definitely trouble her.
Yang Huan pondered for a while, "Excuse me, Miss Lahiri, how many times have you been in love?"
really……
Charlene Lahiri was a little broken, and she knew that this guy was uneasy and kind.
"This question is too private. I think you don't have to answer it." Yang Huan said with a disgusting smile on the phone.
Charlene Lahiri wanted to kill him, but she could only answer.
"I've never been in love!"
"Have you ever been in a relationship?" Yang Huan lost his voice. Could it be that the British are blind for such a charming beauty?
I believe everyone will not believe it, right?
"This is the second question, isn't it?" Charlene Larette learned the lesson.
Yang Huan was taken aback for a moment, it was true.
"Okay, if you let me know that you are lying another day, I will definitely forgive you."
It is best to press on the bed, whip with a whip, drip with a candle, and scratch the soles of your feet with a feather...
"Whatever you want!" Charlene Larrette felt a little complacent in her heart, and it felt good to let Yang Huan down.
"Now, please tell me, where is your new head coach?"
"Go outside, I'll be with him in the parking lot." After speaking, Yang Huan hung up the phone.
When Charlene Lahiri heard this, she turned around and rushed out of the airport waiting hall without hesitation. She was browsing the parking lot from a distance, and found that there were too many cars, and it was impossible to tell which one Yang Huan was.
Just when she was about to call and scold Yang Huan, she heard the horn of a car behind her.
Frightened, Charlene Lahiri quickly stepped aside, and saw a Bentley slowly parked in front of her, with the window rolled down, revealing Yang Huan's disgusted expression of a happy smile.
"Hi, Miss Lahiri!"
It was Charlene Lahiri who greeted him, her whole face paled with surprise.
She saw the man and was shocked.
It turned out to be him!
Marcelo Bielsa!
That Argentine lunatic who just shined in the World Cup!
He's coming to coach Southampton?
Oh my goodness English football is going crazy!
Please click, recommend and bookmark again, thank you Lao Chen! !
Thanks to [The Feast of the King of the Mountain] and [The Color of June] for their rewards!
(End of this chapter)
Southampton is a quiet and reserved harbor city.
At 1000 o'clock in the morning, it was drizzling slightly, which added a bit of poetic charm to this old town with a history of more than [-] years.
Charlene Lahiri is from London, but she likes the comfort and quietness of Southampton.
Holding an umbrella, walking on the road, you can see all kinds of cars along the way, and even occasionally you can see that kind of convertible car with the roof open, driving slowly in the drizzle.
There are few people in Southampton, few cars, and the roads are not wide, so congestion is rarely seen.
Walking to a corner, I came to a grocery store.
There are several stacks of newspapers on the newsstand at the door, including the famous Times, Sun, Guardian and so on.
Indispensable is the local Southern Echo.
In the past, the sales volume of the Sun newspaper was often the best, and the coquettish girls on the page could easily stimulate readers' desire to buy, and the Times and the Guardian all had their own audiences.
As for the Southern Echo, the sales volume has always been relatively poor, which also makes the newspaper's treatment and benefits not good.
But today, when Charlene Lahiri came to the newsstand, she didn't see the Southern Echo.
"Boss, here's a Southern Echo!" Charlene Lahiri thought it wasn't displayed.
"Sorry, it's sold out!" the grocery store owner said with a smile.
"Sold out?" How is this possible?
"It's really strange today. Everyone buys the Southern Echo."
When Charlene Lahiri heard this, she was taken aback for a moment, and then burst into surprise.
She stayed up late last night to produce a feature story, clarifying the feud between Southampton and Alan Pardew, but another story of hers was adopted by the editor-in-chief and made the headlines.
That is, Southampton's new coach will arrive in Southampton today!
This piece of news came from Yang Huan's words yesterday. She made some speculative reports on this piece of news.
Is it because of this that readers started to follow it?
Charlene Lahiri was a little surprised, but she didn't think too much about it. She turned and left the grocery store, heading for the newspaper headquarters.
If it was in the past, the office of the Southern Echo should still be drowsy at this time, many people have not woken up, and many people have not had a chance to go to sleep.
But today, when Charlene Lahiri walked in, she found that everyone in the office was happily discussing something.
As soon as they saw Charlene Lahiri, all the colleagues immediately came up to her.
"Charlene, that's great! Do you know? Your exclusive inside story made our newspapers sell out this morning!"
"Yeah, where did you dig out the inside story? Do you know who the new Southampton coach is?"
"A lot of my relatives and friends called me just now to ask me who is the new coach of Southampton. I don't know how to answer. Tell me, Charlene, who is it?"
There was a lot of discussion in the office, and colleagues surrounded Charlene Lahiri asking questions.
This makes the London girl feel helpless, because she doesn't know.
But she clearly felt that Southampton was unique in this city!
Two coughs came, and Lewis, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, came over. Everyone immediately dispersed and went back to work.
"Charlene, well done!" Lewis walked up to Charlene Lahiri and praised with a smile.
This reporter was recruited by him himself. He is very capable and created such a surprise not long after he arrived.
"By the way, is there any further news? This is very important. Now readers are looking forward to our further news, and we need further exclusive inside information to stimulate them." Lewis also asked with concern.
According to his preliminary estimate, today's inside story has at least doubled the sales of the Southern Echo. If there is another news, the sales will continue to increase. But for a newspaper, the most important thing is to provide readers with some exclusive news reports continuously, otherwise readers will sooner or later be poached by other newspapers.
Charlene Lahiri thought of Yang Huan yesterday, and the deal she had with Yang Huan. Her ears were slightly red, but she nodded heavily, "Yes, but I want to go to London."
"Oh?" Lewis didn't understand.
"I just received news that Southampton's new head coach will arrive at London's Heathrow Airport at [-]:[-] this morning. I guess Southampton will definitely arrange someone to pick him up."
When Lewis heard it, he clapped his hands vigorously, "Okay, that's it, hurry up, it's best to get an exclusive interview, and if it doesn't work, there must be photos, so that we can be on the headlines tomorrow!"
After speaking, Lewis greeted two more people in the office, "John, William, you go with Charlene and help her!"
Both John and William are old reporters and old employees of the newspaper. In terms of seniority, they are above Charlene Laherie, but now they are being assigned by the chief editor to work for Charlene Laherie. This immediately makes them a little dissatisfied.
"Damn it, why should she?"
"In my opinion, she must be having an affair with the editor-in-chief, otherwise why does the editor-in-chief value him so much?"
"It didn't take long to make headlines on the front page. Isn't that blatantly promoting her?"
"That's right, let us help her, what a motherfucker!"
The two British middle-aged journalists walked towards the parking lot angrily, cursing and scolding, their voices were not loud, but they deliberately let Charlene Lahiri who was following behind hear them.
The girl in London is also very depressed. She knows that seniority is also ranked in the newspaper office, so she would rather go by herself.
But the editor-in-chief explained it, so what can she do?
The three of them drove the newspaper's interview car and quickly arrived in London and arrived at Heathrow Airport.
Heathrow Airport is the largest airport in the UK and the busiest airport in Europe. Although the facilities are old, they are very large.
Although I know the time, I don't know where it is or where it came from.
After Charlene Lahiri arrived at the airport, she ran around like a chicken without a head.
"I said, do you know where they come from? Heathrow Airport is so big, with so many people, it's too chaotic, how do you find it?" John was a little angry, did this little girl really have exclusive information?
"That's right, there are people everywhere, you have to tell us where to find them?" William was also angry.
Originally, they were overwhelmed by a young girl who had just arrived, but the two seniors felt uncomfortable, and now they were at a loss, how could they not know how to take advantage of this opportunity and overwhelm them?
Charlene Lahiri felt wronged, but she couldn't say anything more, because she really had no idea.
The time is getting closer, but she has no clue at all, just knowing a Heathrow Airport, what's the use?
That bastard must have planned to plot against me!
Don't give me a chance, or I will make you look good!
"Little girl, don't say that I didn't teach you. Don't think that after hearing some information, you can make headlines by making a guess. If you want to be a famous reporter, the most important thing is your network and strength."
Seeing Charlene Larette's grievance, John didn't want to say anything more, "You are still young, take your time!"
"That's right, don't think that if you get close to the editor-in-chief's thigh, you can reach the sky in one step. The key is to have strength."
"Come on, William, let's go over there and have a look."
Seeing John and William leave, Charlene Lahiri's nose was a little sore, but she blinked stubbornly, and quickly calmed down. She originally wanted to come alone, but now she happened to be alone.
The entire airport hall is indeed too big, with many exits, entrances, crowds, and chaos. It can be said that it is the most chaotic airport in Europe. It is impossible to find someone in such a chaotic place.
Unless, more accurate information can be obtained.
Thinking of this, Charlene Lahiri took out Yang Huan's business card, gritted her teeth, pressed the phone number on it, and called.
"Hello." Yang Huan's voice came from the phone.
Upon hearing this voice, Charlene Lahiri stuttered, "Uh...I..."
"Miss Lahiri, I didn't expect you to call me and treat me to dinner?" Yang Huan on the phone laughed.
He got Charlene Lahiri's phone number from Sun Yue, and it had already been stored in the phone's address book.
"Yes, I invite you to dinner, thank you for providing me with clues." Charlene Lahiri felt relieved after being recognized, "But I have a question now."
"Is there a problem? It's a good thing. I also have a problem." Yang Huan laughed.
Charlene Lahiri immediately remembered the transaction yesterday. Does that damn bastard mean that privacy must be exchanged?
"Okay, then you ask first." Charlene Lahiri had no way out.
She came to Heathrow Airport with great enthusiasm. If she returned empty-handed, the editor-in-chief would definitely trouble her.
Yang Huan pondered for a while, "Excuse me, Miss Lahiri, how many times have you been in love?"
really……
Charlene Lahiri was a little broken, and she knew that this guy was uneasy and kind.
"This question is too private. I think you don't have to answer it." Yang Huan said with a disgusting smile on the phone.
Charlene Lahiri wanted to kill him, but she could only answer.
"I've never been in love!"
"Have you ever been in a relationship?" Yang Huan lost his voice. Could it be that the British are blind for such a charming beauty?
I believe everyone will not believe it, right?
"This is the second question, isn't it?" Charlene Larette learned the lesson.
Yang Huan was taken aback for a moment, it was true.
"Okay, if you let me know that you are lying another day, I will definitely forgive you."
It is best to press on the bed, whip with a whip, drip with a candle, and scratch the soles of your feet with a feather...
"Whatever you want!" Charlene Larrette felt a little complacent in her heart, and it felt good to let Yang Huan down.
"Now, please tell me, where is your new head coach?"
"Go outside, I'll be with him in the parking lot." After speaking, Yang Huan hung up the phone.
When Charlene Lahiri heard this, she turned around and rushed out of the airport waiting hall without hesitation. She was browsing the parking lot from a distance, and found that there were too many cars, and it was impossible to tell which one Yang Huan was.
Just when she was about to call and scold Yang Huan, she heard the horn of a car behind her.
Frightened, Charlene Lahiri quickly stepped aside, and saw a Bentley slowly parked in front of her, with the window rolled down, revealing Yang Huan's disgusted expression of a happy smile.
"Hi, Miss Lahiri!"
It was Charlene Lahiri who greeted him, her whole face paled with surprise.
She saw the man and was shocked.
It turned out to be him!
Marcelo Bielsa!
That Argentine lunatic who just shined in the World Cup!
He's coming to coach Southampton?
Oh my goodness English football is going crazy!
Please click, recommend and bookmark again, thank you Lao Chen! !
Thanks to [The Feast of the King of the Mountain] and [The Color of June] for their rewards!
(End of this chapter)
