"Who are you" Yang Huan heard this stranger asking questions through the microphone and felt a little unhappy. starter Who are these people?
"Master Huan, I am Director Yang's personal think tank and the company's investment manager.
My name is Zhao Yuanfang."
After the glasses guy finished answering Yang Huan's question, he glanced awkwardly at everyone in the conference room.
Everyone else also looked helpless.
Anyone who meets this eldest young master will be helpless, because he seems to be doing things in a wild and unruly manner, with no rules at all.
"Yuanfang, that's a good name," Yang Huanxi said cheerfully.
This young master is almost becoming Di Renjie.
"Answer me a question first.
Do you support my plan or are you opposed?"
Yang Huan asked.
"Support, I think it's feasible, although the risk is a bit higher."
"Yeah."
Yang Huan nodded over the phone in a leadership style, "You should be new here not long ago, and you are no more than forty years old, maybe you are still a turtle."
"How do you know?"
Zhao Yuanfang was completely surprised.
He has just joined the company less than a year ago.
He is thirty-two years old and graduated from Harvard University in the United States.
He is indeed a turtle.
"I just guessed."
Yang Huan had no interest in pretending to be awesome about this kind of thing.
"But let me ask you another question, why do you support my plan?"
This question is not only being asked by Yang Huan on the other side of the phone, who is far away in the UK, but also by almost everyone in the conference room.
"Well."
Zhao Yuanfang has been in the company for almost a year and has never had much opportunity to perform.
Now that he has this rare opportunity, he really wants to make a long speech and talk about a lot of golden rules in the investment world to bluff people.
But then he thought about it and heard that Master Huan didn't like long speeches, so he gritted his teeth secretly.
"Well, there are two things.
One is that I believe in Master Huan's investment vision, and the second is that this plan does have prospects."
As soon as Zhao Yuanfang answered, everyone in the entire conference room fell down.
Then almost everyone raised their middle fingers at the thirty-eight-year-old man with glasses.
Damn, I didn’t expect this gentle guy to be a sycophant.
I made a mistake.
I didn’t expect that he is the most flattering person in the Yang Group.
Yang Huan's laughing voice came over the phone, which seemed to be very useful.
This also made everyone in the locker room regretful.
This is the future prince of the group.
Why didn't we know how to flatter him just now?
Who knew, at this time Yang Huan was cursing secretly in his heart.
Who are these people?
First there was Sun Yue, and then there was Zhao Yuanfang.
How come my father’s subordinates are all sycophants?
Well, it must be that he likes to be flattered, so he has a team of flatterers.
"Well, being able to see these two points proves that you are still very discerning."
But he accepted it shamelessly.
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"Actually, I think the valuation is low, just like you are optimistic about my plan.
I think my company has a bright future."
"Take a game company as an example.
The first month's revenue is less than 50,000, the second month's revenue is 500,000, and the third month's revenue is at least seven figures.
Do you think such a company is worth 1,500 Those investors who have invested ten thousand pounds are all stupid.
I am not stupid yet.
I really think I am a primary school student who can’t read.”
When everyone heard it, it seemed to make sense.
With income growing so fast and fiercely, the prospects are naturally good.
Making money, of course, depends not only on the present, but also on future prospects.
"Zhao Yuanfang."
Yang Huan called the glasses brother's name with a smile on the other side of the phone.
"Master Huan."
The glasses guy responded politely.
Everyone in the conference room raised their middle fingers again.
This damn sycophant "I admire you for coming back to Europe to help me.
I happen to be short of an investment consultant here.
If a talent like you stays with my father, he probably won't be reused and won't be able to fully demonstrate his talents.
It's better to just follow him."
I."
As soon as Yang Huan finished speaking, Yang Wenfeng couldn't bear it anymore.
"Hey, do you ever talk like that?"
What kind of son are these?
In front of so many people, I don’t even give my father face.
But he didn't want to think about it, how did Yang Huan know that he had to make a phone call so that everyone would know?
"Dad, don't be angry, am I not telling the truth?"
Yang Huan chuckled and said, "In one sentence, you vote or not."
"Well, I'll think about it again."
In fact, he has already decided to vote, just to show off as a father.
It's best for this brat to be more humble.
"Then I'll give you one day to think about it."
After saying that, Yang Huan was about to hang up the phone.
"Ah Huan" Yang Baoping came over at this time and shouted into the phone.
"Grandpa, is something wrong?"
Yang Huan asked.
"Are you busy?
What have you been busy with recently?"
Yang Baoping asked with a smile.
The more he looked at his grandson, the more he liked him.
In the past, I looked like a playboy, and I didn't like him no matter how I looked at him.
But now, no matter how you look at it, it’s pleasing to the eye.
"I'm not busy with anything, I'm just playing games, and I'm currently preparing to transform a fat man into a superstar in the global entertainment industry."
Yang Huanxiao replied with a laugh.
Everyone in the conference room fell down first, and then burst into laughter.
They all thought Yang Huan was joking.
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Unexpectedly, Master Huan has such a humorous side.
"Then I won't disturb you any more."
Yang Baoping said with a smile.
"I have nothing to do, I just want to tell you, do you still remember the girl from your Grandpa Zhuang's house?"
"Grandpa Zhuang, which Grandpa Zhuang?"
Yang Huan didn't think of it for a moment.
"The one from the army."
"Oh" Yang Huan remembered.
It seems that he is also a retired old revolutionary cadre.
He used to have a similar status to his grandfather.
The difference is that his father went into business, but the banker has always followed the official route.
It seems that the second generation of the banker is still serving in the Military Commission.
A prominent figure.
"The banker's girl is also studying in the UK.
Their family is a family friend of ours.
Go and visit them when you have time."
When Yang Baoping said this, his eyes were looking at Zhang Ning.
After hearing this, Zhang Ning's face turned embarrassment.
She vaguely guessed that this was a girl from Yang Huan's family.
Mr.
Yang was afraid that he wanted this girl Zhuang to be his granddaughter-in-law.
But when Zhang Ning raised his head and saw Yang Baoping's eyes, he immediately realized that he had guessed correctly and understood his intentions.
He deliberately said this in front of himself, just to remind himself and at the same time prove that he was not hiding anything from himself.
After understanding this, Zhang Ning felt less uncomfortable and smiled at Yang Baoping.
What a smart girl Yang Baoping praised with a smile.
Others in the conference room were smiling.
Many of them vaguely understood that in the capital, the Zhuang family was the absolute richest among the rich.
If the Yang family married the Zhuang family, they would be a good match.
"Okay, I'm busy here, I'll talk about it when I have time."
Yang Huan's perfunctory tone made Zhang Ning feel better and made everyone present smile bitterly.
The young master didn't seem very happy.
"Okay, then when will you come back?"
Yang Baoping asked again.
"Let's wait a few days until this fat man learns to dance."
When everyone heard this, their jaws dropped.
Listening to Master Huan's tone, it seems that he is trying to turn a fat man who can't even dance into a superstar.
Oh my God, is this possible?
Only Zhang Ning thinks that this is possible Because the person who decided to do this was Yang Huan.
Far away in Southampton, England, fat man Du Ziteng was practicing leg presses under the supervision of Yang Huan.
Otherwise, this person is fat and inflexible.
I can't even press my legs.
After Yang Huan hung up the phone, he sat opposite him, crossing his legs and playing with his mobile phone.
A game called Temple Escape was running on the screen of the mobile phone, which is currently being tested in Apple stores in New Zealand and Australia.
But unlike the previous Cut the Rope, many players have already noticed this game.
After all, as Cut the Rope becomes more and more popular, the name of WeChat Company has become much louder, and it even has many loyal fans.
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Seeing Du Ziteng pressing his legs like this and sweating profusely, Yang Huan shook his head.
"My stomach hurts.
If you look like this, you have no appearance, you have no figure, your singing is so-so, and you can't even dance, what are you going to show your fans?"
Du Ziteng, who was originally afraid of pain, patted the British dance teacher who put his hand on his shoulder and said, "It's okay.
Press hard, I can bear it."
Yang Huan nodded, "That's right.
As the saying goes, only by enduring hardship can one become a master."
"Being a star, especially the kind of powerful star you advertise, you must be able to dance.
Look at Michael Jackson, how good he is at dancing."
Du Ziteng nodded vigorously and signaled the dance teacher to continue applying pressure.
Stretch your legs straight and press down bit by bit.
His round head was already dripping with sweat.
"This time I specially invited a well-known Korean choreographer to create a dance for you.
I guarantee that you will be extremely popular."
"Really" Du Ziteng became excited after hearing this.
"Nonsense, is there any benefit if I lie to you?"
Du Ziteng shook his head and patted the dance teacher's hand again, "Press down a little more, a little harder, I can bear it."
Yang Huan hummed, still very touched by the fat man's desperate spirit.
"I have also decided to invite one of the most popular beauty stars in Korea to support your v.
Guess who it is."
When Du Ziteng heard this, he became even more excited, "Bao'er."
"No, I don't like Bao'er."
Yang Huan shook his head, "Guess again."
"Cai Yan" Du Ziteng's mind was filled with Korean actresses, and he felt extremely excited.
He clapped the dance teacher's hand with both hands, indicating to press down further, and press down as hard as possible.
"I don't like Cai Yan either, can you change her?"
Yang Huan still shook his head.
"Lee Hyori, my God, is it Lee Hyori?"
The image of Lee Hyori appeared in his mind.
Cute Korean girl, here I come, Smita He heard a clicking sound coming from his crotch, which scared the dance teacher and quickly retracted his hand.
"Ah" the fat man screamed.
Unknowingly, the fat man's spread legs were pushed straight to the ground.
After hearing this, Yang Huan immediately came up.
The fat man was supported by the dance teacher and lay on the ground, covering his crotch with his hands, looking like he was in terrible pain.
"My stomach hurts.
Is it okay?
Don't learn how to dance, but you have made yourself become the Invincible of the East."
Du Ziteng covered his crotch, closed his mouth tightly, and waved his free right hand at Yang Huan to indicate that he was fine.
"Oh, it's okay."
Seeing that he was still responding, Yang Huan probably pulled the egg accidentally, so it's not a big problem.
"Don't worry, you just concentrate on learning to dance.
I'll take you to record a song in a few days, and I'll go back to China to shoot a v."
The fat man nodded vigorously, but his face was so painful that tears fell from his eyes.
Yang Huan looked at it, shook his head helplessly and sighed.
So, okay, why do you have to want to be a star?
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Is it good to be a star?
Those who are handsome and beautiful are easily ignored by others.
What if, unfortunately, you are ugly and want to use your strength to fight, like Du Ziteng?
So miserable: