Headquarters of Yang Group, Longhai City, 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 the two big words written on it, IOU.
"Dear Mr.
Yang Wenfeng, President of Yang Group, based on the promise you and your father Mr.
Yang Baoping made to me personally before to unconditionally support me, now I need you to fulfill part of your promise first.
Please remit 500 million yuan within three days.
To my account, if you want to break your promise, I will not rule out taking legal action.”
The person signing the payment is not my precious son Yang Huan "Is this an IOU?"
Yang Wenfeng pointed at the faxed IOU, shaking his head and asking the assistant with a smile.
"This doesn't look like an IOU.
This is simply a blackmail letter and resorting to legal means.
I" He wanted to curse harshly, but felt that it was justified and held it back.
Seeing that the always calm and capable boss had such an expression and reaction, the assistant beside him suppressed a smile.
When he first saw the fax, he couldn't stop laughing.
He felt that this little boss was really capable of being funny.
It was obvious that he was short of money and asked his father for money, but he made it sound like it would be a crime not to give him money.
Although Yang Wenfeng did not support Yang Huan's starting a business in his heart, he still tried his best to protect his son in front of outsiders.
"What has he invested in recently and is he short of money?"
Yang Wenfeng asked.
"After the young boss came to the UK, he attracted a lot of attention.
He purchased Southampton and spent 15 million pounds.
However, on the first day after he took over the team, he fired the head coach.
I heard that He also called English football rubbish, causing the whole UK to be in turmoil and protesting. " When Yang Wenfeng heard this, he thought to himself that this really seemed like Yang Huan's style.
This kid was a troublemaker.
"There's not much else.
His personal secretary, Ms.
Zhang Ning, called me and asked me to find a reputable construction company.
They said they were going to build a brand new training base with an investment of 30 million pounds."
"The young boss went to Argentina in the past two days and bought a player named James Rodriguez for six million pounds."
The assistant read to the document in his hand, "Oh, by the way, the little boss also purchased a Chinese restaurant called Jinhan Palace, and said that he will invest a sum of money for rectification and renovation.
It is still in the research stage."
"Football Chinese Restaurant" Yang Wenfeng was a little confused, "What does this have to do with anything?"
The assistant also had a wry smile on his face, "I asked Miss Zhang Ning, and Miss Zhang said that the young boss doesn't like Western food, and said that he wanted to buy a Chinese restaurant so that he could have three meals a day."
In the end, he didn't even know what he should give What expression.
The same is true for Yang Wenfeng.
He purchased a Chinese restaurant and spent hundreds of thousands of pounds on rectification and renovation, just for three meals a day.
He, as a father, does not have such luxury "Actually, Ms.
Zhang mentioned that this Chinese restaurant has great potential, and I think that the young 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 In encouraging the export of soft power, aren’t Chinese restaurants a manifestation of our soft power?”
"What do you mean?"
Yang Wenfeng didn't quite understand.
He did a lot of business, but there was no catering business.
"Chinese restaurants have been unsatisfactory overseas in recent years.
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As one of the three major cuisines in the world, Chinese food has always been very popular with consumers overseas, and the potential consumer groups are still very broad.
In the past, our Chinese food overseas has always been Chinese.
As for the low-end route, I think the young boss is very discerning if he wants to take the high-end route.”
Yang Wenfeng didn't expect it, especially after hearing the assistant's analysis, it seemed to make sense.
When foreign Western food enters China, each one becomes high-end and classy.
But why is it that when Chinese food goes overseas, most of it is mid- to low-end?
"It's interesting.
You should arrange manpower immediately, make more preparations in this area, and provide him with more intelligence and suggestions."
Upon hearing this, the assistant nodded immediately.
This was a perfect opportunity to hug the little boss's thick thigh, "I know, boss."
"Also, remit the money to him, and then tell him that next time he writes an IOU, don't write it like that damn extortion letter."
When the assistant heard this, he burst into laughter.
Yang Wenfeng also laughed.
He was a little hopeful, wanting to see what this bastard could do in Europe.
Although he has always felt that his son is not capable enough, in fact, which father does not hope that his son will succeed?
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 small, but now it suddenly became overcrowded with personnel from twenty or thirty newspapers and television organizations from the UK and Europe.
But with dozens of heads gathered in a small space of less than 100 square meters, there is a dazzling scenery.
Some people jokingly say that you can know a man's character from the first time he looks at a woman's body parts.
At first glance, if you look at the face, you'll see that he's a normal man; if you look at the chest, he'll be a pervert; if you look at the legs, he'll be a pervert; if you look at the butt, he'll be an old pervert.
If you look at your feet, congratulations, you have a special hobby.
Yang Huan is a very normal man, but a little lustful, so the first thing he looked at was his breasts.
This also has something to do with her dress.
The white shirt has a slightly opened neckline, and with the two high rises, it can attract the attention of all men at the first time.
It's just that this woman is a bit cold and aloof.
Yang Huan secretly looked at the blonde beauty outside, and then at Zhang Ning beside him, comparing in his mind who was bigger.
Zhang Ning felt the evil look in Yang Huan's eyes and stared at him fiercely, wishing that he could just hit him with something.
"I said, Zhang Ning, do you have 34c?"
Yang Huan asked with a smile.
Zhang Ning turned his head and looked away, pretending not to hear.
How could he talk about such a private issue?
"Probably not."
Yang Huan clicked his tongue twice, with a very affirmative tone, "It's smaller than her, the one outside is at least 35d."
Zhang Ning looked at his look of contempt and said bitterly, "How do you know I don't have one?"
"That's right," Yang Huan chuckled.
Therefore, no matter how noble this girl is, she still cares about her body proportions.
Zhang Ning now knew that he had been fooled, so he snorted and said nothing.
"I didn't see it, it's not small."
Yang Huan stared at Zhang Ning's breasts, feeling the urge to experience them with her own hands.
Zhang Ning felt the look in his eyes, her face immediately turned red, and she turned her head, not daring to look at him again.
This big pervert is so outrageous.
Discussing the size of a girl in front of a girl is too much.
Just at this time, Sun Yue walked in, and Zhang Ning immediately ran away, "There's nothing wrong here.
I'll go to Jinhan Palace to have a look."
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Seeing Zhang Ningfei running away, Sun Yue was envious and strange, "Master Huan, what's wrong with her?"
Sun Yue has always felt strange about the relationship between Yang Huan and Zhang Ning.
They lived in a double room in the hotel together, but their relationship didn't look like a couple, but like enemies.
However, Zhang Ning was obedient to Yang Huan.
He couldn't figure out what the relationship between the two was.
"Jealous" Yang Huan said with a faint smile 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 in the audience.
"Oh, it's her."
"You know" Sun Yue nodded, "When I gave the gift just now, it had her signature, Southern Echo reporter Charlene Lahiri."
"Hey, Master Huan, I still have her phone number here."
Upon hearing this, Yang Huan turned his head and stared at Sun Yue maliciously.
Sun Yue was a little panicked when Yang Huan stared at him like this.
Could it be that he had flattered the wrong person?
Could it be that the young master is an innocent little boy?
"Do I look like that kind of lecherous person?"
Yang Huan asked seriously.
Sun Yue immediately smiled and said, "No, Master Huan is a gentleman, how can he be so lustful?"
"Yeah."
Yang Huan accepted the compliment with peace of mind, "Go back and give me her phone number."
Sun Yue almost fell down.
This young master of his was really "She is 100% mixed race.
The British soil and water cannot produce a beauty of this quality."
Yang Huan was very confident in his ability to appreciate beauties.
In his previous life, he had passed countless beauties from Europe, America, Japan, South Korea, and his own country.
This further increased his high demand for beauties.
Yang Huan would definitely look down on those beauties who were a bit average or had flaws.
This Charlene Lahiri is different from ordinary British beauties.
She does not have the rough lines of British beauties.
On the contrary, the contours of her face are very soft, the facial features are well matched, and she is very beautiful and attractive.
Just below the two slender willow eyebrows, a pair of charming amber eyes reveal tenacity and coldness, making it difficult for people to approach.
It's hot summer now.
Southampton is located at the southernmost point of the UK.
The daytime temperature is around 20 degrees, which is not hot at all.
However, the press conference hall at St.
Mary's Stadium is small, and there are more people pouring in, making it a bit crowded. , it’s hot.
Charlene Lahiri was fanning her face gently with her notepad.
She lifted the collar of her shirt with her right hand from time to time, panting delicately.
This made all the men in the press conference hall couldn't help but glance at her, but no one dared.
Get close to her.
"The press conference hall is still too small."
Yang Huan was behind, looking at the situation in the press conference hall through the gap, feeling a little regretful.
If it were bigger, it would be more comfortable.
At least it can make these reporters and TV personnel 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 for a long time, "Also, not only is the stadium small, I think everything is small, even the office is small.
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I don't have anyone to run errands, and I have to buy them a gift."
Go by yourself."
Yang Huan turned his head and looked at this guy who had become pampered and full of complaints at some point, "I say, after all, you are the young master, and I am the young master."
When Sun Yue heard this, he immediately laughed and said, "Of course, you are the young master.
It is my duty to run errands."
"But, Master Huan, it's okay for me to run errands, but think about it, we are short of manpower, and it is difficult to do our best to do things.
There are only two people in the entire marketing and public relations department, and one of them has to answer the phone, and I am the only one left.
It’s hard to achieve your ambitions.”
Yang Huan thought about it, and it made sense.
Look at those big companies, marketing departments and public relations departments.
Which one is not full of talents?
"Well, then you go back and look at the situation and recruit a few people.
They have to be smart and able to get things done."
"Understood" Sun Yue agreed with a smile.
At this time Nicola Cortez came over.
"Master Huan, we are almost ready.
Everyone is here and we can start."
"Nicholas, have you given all the little gifts?"
Yang Huan asked with concern.
Nicola Cortez nodded, "I have arranged for people to give them away.
There is no omission.
In fact, there is no need to give it to everyone.
Wouldn't it be enough to just give it to the few leaders?
Besides, the gifts are expensive. " "Expensive."
Yang Huan laughed when he heard it.
"I just scolded him for buying cheap.
He was too stingy."
Nicola Cortez’s heart almost broke into a QR code.
Although the relationship between the team and the media these days is interdependent, the media is actually more dependent on the team.
Especially in the UK, the whole country is full of fans, and the hottest topic is football, even more than current political topics.
Therefore, this has caused all media, newspapers and TV stations to scramble to grab football resources.
Therefore, the media should be supporting the football team now.
But why did Yang Huan do the opposite?
However, Nicola Cortez has gradually figured out the character of his boss.
Yang Huan strives to do things as he pleases and with perfection.
As for how much money he spends, he never cares
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