"How did you take the photo?"
Yang Huan excitedly asked Paul Yaro, the emperor in the background beside him.
This fat man from London was holding up his Canon flagship SLR equipped with a super telephoto lens.
He kept pressing it, and there was a snapping sound.
It was very pleasant and felt so professional.
Master Ke Huan saw it and was not happy anymore.
"Hey, I said, Paul, who are you photographing?"
"Kaká" Paulo Yaro's eyes never left his SLR, and he was still chasing Kaká, who was celebrating with his teammates below, and kept snapping shots.
"I was lucky enough to capture the whole process of his goal just now.
My reaction was too fast."
"I feel that Kaka is in good condition tonight, very active, and can definitely perform better."
But while he was talking, he didn't hear any movement from Master Huan.
This was a bit strange.
His glasses left the camera and when he looked over, he found that Master Huan had an indignant look on his face, as if he was about to throw him from the stands.
The way it goes down.
He immediately realized that it was too bad "I fucking asked you to take pictures of Abramovich in the stands opposite, why are you taking pictures of Kaka?"
Yang Huan was almost mad at him.
Paul Yaro knew he was in the wrong and immediately laughed with him, "Sorry, sorry, Master Huan, am I not a big fan of Kaká?
So, when I saw him scoring a goal, I couldn't help but get excited."
"I'll stir up your head, aim at Abramovich, and take a clear picture.
Even the vegetable leaves left on his teeth from last night, you have to take a clear picture for me."
Yang Huan said at the end, he Everyone laughed.
"Shoot it now, I'll shoot it right now."
Paul Yaro quickly raised his eyes again, aiming the super telephoto lens at the stands opposite, but muttered something in his mouth, "Damn Russians, uncle, if I don't If you take pictures of your underwear, I’m not Paul Yarrow.”
Charlene Lahiri, who was sitting between the two of them, was already laughing so hard that she had serious doubts that Master Huan must be Paul Yarrow's ancestor.
Otherwise, why would you give someone a flagship SLR worth several thousand euros for no reason, just to take some ugly photos of Abramovich across the stands as a prank?
Speaking of which, it’s true that Paul Yarrow doesn’t understand the point at all.
Master Huan gave you a shotgun for no reason.
Is it just to let you film idols?
Don't be stupid, okay?
Master Huan is here to let you shoot more material, so you can prank Abramovich more when you go home in the evening.
"I said, Master Huan, why has he offended you recently?"
Charlene Lahiri asked with a smile.
"No, I just don't like him," Yang Huan said confidently.
Charlene Lahiri almost fell down, could this also be the reason for Master Huan to punish her?
But I was right to think about it.
This Paul Yarrow is ready-made, and Master Huan will be here at any time.
As for the flagship SLR worth several thousand dollars, it is just a drop in the bucket for Master Huan.
Besides, Mr.
Huan is also the major shareholder of Paul Yarrow's company.
The flagship SLR was bought to the company, so Mr.
Huan did not lose money.
Charlene Lahiri turned her head again and glanced at the fat man beside her.
Not to mention, he really looked like a professional photographer.
Just watching him raise his SLR, constantly adjusting the focus, changing angles, and snapping pictures, people who didn't know must have thought he was a master photographer.
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"How was the shooting?"
Yang Huan asked with interest.
Paul Yaro felt a little sore and put it down, "I took dozens of pictures, Master Huan, take a look."
Yang Huan reached out and took the SLR he handed over.
When he saw it, he immediately felt happy.
Abramovich deserved his misfortune.
It was probably because he saw Kaká scoring that Abramovich was furious there.
His body movements and expressions were quite rich, and in this kind of continuous shooting of more than ten pictures per second In mode, some of the expressions captured were quite funny, making Yang Huan laugh.
Even Charlene Lahiri, who was leaning over, giggled.
Unexpectedly, this Paul Yarrow is not only a prank, but even the photos taken have a sense of prank.
"Hey, Master Huan, show us" "Yes, show us quickly, Master Huan" The group of wealthy second-generation people in the Saints fan club behind him who were worried about the world being in chaos were also as excited as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood.
As soon as he took it, everyone burst into laughter again.
"Fat man, just shoot like this.
You don't have to do anything in this game.
Just stare at Abramovich and shoot him to death."
"Ah" Paul Yaro's face suddenly turned into a bitter melon.
"Master Huan, we agreed, I'm here to see the idol."
"Oh, what's so interesting about Kaka?
I'll give you a ticket later.
You can watch him train every day.
Today, I'll keep an eye on Abramovich, you know?"
Paul Yarrow almost cried.
Fortunately, he thought that Master Huan was kind to him, and gave him tickets to watch the idol competition, and also gave him a flagship SLR, but it turned out "Hey, let me tell you, Master Huan, are you planning to extort money by filming him like this?"
Johncock and others behind him also became curious after a burst of mischievous laughter.
"I blackmailed him," Yang Huan chuckled, "He is the one who deserves it."
These words are too powerful, right?
But when everyone thought about it, they were right.
With Master Huan’s current wealth and status, let alone an Abramovich, even two, oh, no, three, may not be able to catch up with Huan.
Master.
Talking about extortion is indeed too derogatory to Master Huan’s worth.
"Then you are" Hugh Grosvenor was also very strange.
Yang Huan sighed deeply, with a feeling that no one in the world could understand.
"I see everyone and netizens are bored lately, so I want to add some laughter to everyone."
After a pause, Master Huan turned around and asked sternly: "How about I be enough for Lei Feng?"
"Tch" everyone showed their middle fingers and burst into laughter.
Just like the young master, anyone who believes this is a fool and an idiot "Charlene, tell me, for an honest person like me, they don't even believe me.
Can you be fair?"
Charlene Lahiri did not doubt that he was there, and immediately replied, "I don't believe it either."
"No, we know each other so well, and you don't even believe me."
"Who knows you well?"
Charlene Lahiri was halfway through her words.
She immediately realized this guy's ambiguous words and was immediately defeated.
There is no way, there is a saying that goes well, a tree without bark will definitely die, but a shameless person is invincible in the world.
This young master Huan is invincible "By the way, I thought of it."
Paul Yaro suddenly slapped his thigh and jumped up.
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"What do you think of the dancing master?"
Yang Huan asked.
Paul Yaro didn't know what the Great Dancer was, and thought that Master Huan was praising him.
He immediately nodded hurriedly and said, "Master Huan, look at these photos."
Yang Huan leaned over and saw the photo of Abramovich on the SLR camera.
He didn't know what he was cursing, and his mouth was exactly in a circle.
"Look at this one again," Paul Yarrow switched photos in a very funny way.
This is a photo of Mourinho.
Not long after the game started, the Portuguese madman put his hands in his pockets in a cool manner and leaned back slightly.
"Ah" Charlene Lahiri reacted immediately and glared at Paul Yaro with shame and annoyance.
This is too outrageous, right?
On the other hand, Yang Huan looked cheerful, but innocent and simple, "What's the matter?
It's just two photos, what's the fuss about?"
Charlene Lahiri was depressed.
She really wanted to grab the clothes on Master Huan's chest and ask him harshly, "Do you dare to swear that you can't hear Paul Yaro's voice at all?"
But she quickly thought that even if she pointed a gun at Master Huan, with his thick skin, he would not hesitate to say that he was too naive and could not understand at all.
Sure enough, in this world, shameless people are still popular.
"Master Huan, I've even thought of the title of this episode."
Paul Yarrow said with a smile.
This guy is also a person who has no bottom line when it comes to pranks.
Anyway, he cannot enter the British upper class society at all.
At best, he only entertains the general public.
"Really?
Come and listen."
"It's called gay love at Stamford Bridge"
"ah" "Hey, don't you think it's a gimmick?"
Paul Yarrow asked for credit.
"This is too vulgar," Yang Huan frowned, "For a gentleman with as much substance, depth and taste as I am, I think..."
Everyone around him almost showed a big middle finger again.
My dear Young Master Huan, it seems that Paul Yarrow’s pranks were also trained by you.
Oh, now you stop being a prank and start saying that you have content, depth and taste.
Still a gentleman When did this gentleman become like you?
However, everyone almost laughed until their stomachs hurt, so they could only keep these words in their hearts, because even if they said it, Master Huan's sharp tongue would definitely have a way to make them speechless.
Just when they were laughing so hard, Yang Huan made an incredible turn.
"Tsk, tsk, but what the general public needs is this kind of vulgar pastime, and you are an expert in this aspect, and I am a layman, so don't ask me about this kind of thing, just figure it out yourself."
Charlene Lahiri smiled so much that she lay on Master Huan's shoulder and felt like she was almost out of breath.
I have seen thick-skinned people, but I have never seen anyone as thick-skinned as Master Huan.
This is so shameless.
You are just telling lies with your eyes open.
But Paul Yarrow was depressed.
Usually what the leader means by saying this is, I think your idea is feasible, so you can go ahead and do it, but first, if there is a problem, you have to deal with it and it has nothing to do with me.
How could a simple and clean person like me have such low-interest prank ideas?
Thinking of this, Paul Yaro sighed deeply.
What else can he do?
As the saying goes, the one who takes advantage of others is short-handed and the one who eats others is soft-mouthed.
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He took Master Huan's flagship SLR, can he not do something for Master Huan?
Well, how about we just publish two episodes in this issue, one is about the heavy gay love at Stamford Bridge, and the other is about the refreshing story about the resurrection of the prince.
If you work harder, just think of it as commemorating your idol Kaka.
Okay, that's it Just when Paul Yaro made up his mind, the situation on the court changed again.
In a counterattack after the Southampton midfielder intercepted the ball, Sturridge dribbled the ball forward from the right, but Chelsea's defensive speed was also very fast.
As a last resort, Sturridge could only pass the ball back to Oscar who followed behind. .
Seeing Chelsea massing a heavy force on the right, Oscar immediately took two steps laterally.
When he saw Suarez stopping on the outside of the penalty area, he immediately passed the ball over.
Suarez stopped the ball, but David Luiz did not get close to him immediately.
The Uruguayan forward went to the center and hit a curve ball with his right foot.
The ball passed through a curved arc and hit the upper right corner of the goal.
"goa" All the Saints fans who came to the away game once again burst into enthusiastic cheers.
Paul Yarrow was well prepared this time.
The camera focused on Abramovich and Mourinho in front of the home team's coaching bench, capturing a lot of photos that would probably make them have murderous impulses.
Two to zero, the game had only lasted less than thirty minutes, but Chelsea looked like they were already defeated: