Chapter 19 Ratio of Size

Yang's Group Headquarters, Longhai City, China.

Yang Wenfeng sat on the soft and comfortable office chair, looking at a fax on the desk in front of him, with a playful smile.

The most conspicuous thing on the fax is the two large characters, IOU.

"Dear Mr. Yang Wenfeng, President of Yang's Group, based on the promise that you and your father, Mr. Yang Baoping, made to me about unconditional support for me, now I need you to fulfill some of the promises first. Please remit RMB 500 million within three days. To my account, if you want to break your promise, I will not rule out resorting to legal means."

The person who signed the money was not the precious son Yang Huan!

"Is this an IOU?" Yang Wenfeng pointed at the IOU fax, shook his head and asked his assistant with a smile.

"This doesn't look like an IOU, this is simply a letter of extortion, and I resort to legal means, I..."

He wanted to swear a foul language, but he felt that he had lost his identity, so he forcibly held back.

Seeing that the boss, who has always been calm and capable, had such an expression and reaction, the assistant on the side suppressed a smile.

When he first saw this fax, he couldn't help laughing, thinking that this little boss can really make fun of it.

Obviously he was short of money and asked his father for money, but he said it as if he was breaking the law by not giving him money!

Although Yang Wenfeng did not support Yang Huan in going out to start a business, in front of outsiders, he would do his best to protect his son.

"What has he invested in recently? Is he very short of money?" Yang Wenfeng asked.

"When the little boss came to the UK, he attracted a lot of attention. He bought Southampton and spent 15 million pounds, but on the first day after he took over the team, he fired the head coach. I heard that He also scolded others that football in England is rubbish, and now the whole of the UK is full of anger and protests."

When Yang Wenfeng heard this, he thought to himself, this is really like Yang Huan's style, this kid is a troublemaker.

"The other things are nothing. Before, his private secretary, Miss Zhang Ning, called me and asked me to find a reputable construction company, saying that they were going to build a brand new training base with an investment of 30 million pounds."

"The little boss went to Argentina in the past two days and bought a player named James Rodriguez for six million pounds."

The assistant said 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 didn't understand, "What does it matter?"

The assistant also had a wry smile on his face, "I asked Miss Zhang Ning, and Miss Zhang said that the little boss doesn't like Western food, and said he bought a Chinese restaurant to make it easier for him to eat three meals a day." In the end, he didn't even know that he should give what expression.

The same is true for Yang Wenfeng, buying a Chinese restaurant and spending hundreds of thousands of pounds to rectify and renovate, just for three meals a day?

He doesn't have such luxury as a father!

"Actually, Miss Zhang mentioned that this Chinese restaurant has a lot of potential, and I think that the small boss said that it is for three meals a day, but I actually think it may be an excuse. The real reason is that our country has been in the past few years. In encouraging the export of soft power, 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 there was no catering.

"Chinese restaurants have been unsatisfactory overseas in recent years,

But as one of the three major cuisines in the world, Chinese food has always been loved by consumers overseas, and the potential consumer groups are still very wide. In the past, when we were overseas, our Chinese food has always taken the mid-to-low-end route. I think that the small boss thinks To take the high-end route, very visionary. "

Yang Wenfeng didn't expect it, especially listening to the assistant's analysis, it seems to make sense.

When foreign Western food enters China, one by one has become high-end and high-end, but why do Chinese food go overseas, and most of them follow the low-end route?

"It's kind of interesting, you immediately arrange the manpower, make more preparations in this regard, and provide him with some more intelligence and advice."

As soon as the assistant heard it, he nodded immediately. This was a great opportunity to hug the thick thigh of the little boss, "I know, boss."

"Also, send him the money, and tell him that next time you write an IOU, don't write like that extortion letter!"

As soon as the assistant heard it, he burst out laughing.

Yang Wenfeng also laughed, but he had a little anticipation, and wanted to see what kind of tricks this bastard could make in Europe.

Although he always felt that his son's ability was not enough, in fact, who is a father who does not hope that his son will 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 beautiful women.

The press conference hall at St Mary's Stadium in Southampton was originally small, but now twenty or thirty newspapers and TV stations from the UK and Europe poured into it, and it suddenly became overcrowded.

But in a small space of less than 100 square meters with dozens of heads gathered, there is a dazzling landscape.

Some people jokingly said that from the first glance of a man's part of a woman, you can know the character of this man.

At first glance at the face, it is a normal man; at the chest, it is a pervert; at the legs, it is a pervert; at the buttocks, it is an old pervert.

If you look at your feet, congratulations, you have special hobbies.

Yang Huan is a very normal man, just a little horny, so the first thing he looked at was his chest.

This also has something to do with what she wears. The white shirt has a slightly opened neckline, and with the two high rises, it can immediately attract the attention of all men.

It's just that this woman is a little cold and cold.

Yang Huan secretly looked at the blonde beauty outside, and then looked at Zhang Ning next to her, thinking in her heart, who is bigger?

Zhang Ning felt Yang Huan's evil eyes and glared at him fiercely, wishing he could just smash him to death.

"I said, Zhang Ning, do you have 34C?" Yang Huan asked with a smile.

Zhang Ning turned his head to look elsewhere, pretending he didn't hear it, how could he say such a privacy issue?

"Probably not!" Yang Huan clicked his tongue twice, with a very positive tone, "Slightly smaller than her, the one outside has at least 35D."

Zhang Ning looked at his despised appearance, and said angrily, "How do you know I don't?"

"That's right!" Yang Huan laughed.

Therefore, even if this girl is high, she still cares about her body proportions.

Zhang Ning knew that he had been fooled, snorted coldly, and did not speak.

"I don't see it, it's not too small!" Yang Huan stared at Zhang Ning's chest, feeling the urge to experience it himself.

Zhang Ning felt his eyes, his face turned red, and he turned his head away and did not dare to look at him again.

This big lecher is too disrespectful, discussing the size in front of a girl is too much!

Just at this moment, Sun Yue walked in, Zhang Ning immediately ran away, "It's fine here, I'll go to Jinhan Palace to see."

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 together in a double room in the hotel, but the relationship was not like a couple, but like an enemy, 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 from the gap.

Sun Yue followed his line of sight and found that the blond beauty Yang Huan was looking at was also the focus of countless men in the audience.

"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 Laheri."

"Hey, Young Master Huan, I still have her phone number here."

Hearing this, Yang Huan turned his head and stared at Sun Yue with malicious intent.

Sun Yue was stared at by Yang Huan, and he was a little flustered. Could it be that he was flattering wrong? Is the young master an innocent little boy?

"Do I look like that kind of lecherous person?" Yang Huan asked seriously.

Sun Yue immediately accompanied him with a smile, "No, Young Master Huan is a decent gentleman, how can he be 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 is really...

"She is 100% mixed-race, and the soil and water in the UK can't support beauty of this quality."

Yang Huan is very confident in his ability to appreciate beautiful women. In his previous life, he did not know how many beautiful stars in Europe, America, Japan, South Korea and other countries had passed by YY, which further increased his high requirements for beautiful women.

Those beauties who are a little ordinary or have flaws, Yang Huan must not look down on them.

This Charlene Laheri is different from ordinary British beauties. She does not have the rough lines of British beauties. On the contrary, the outline of her face is very soft, her facial features are matched just right, and she is very beautiful and moving.

Just below the two slender willow eyebrows, a pair of amber charming eyes revealed tenacity and coldness, making it difficult to approach.

It is hot summer now. Southampton is located in the southernmost tip of the UK. The temperature during the day is around 20 degrees, which is not too hot. However, the press conference hall of St Mary's Stadium is small, and there are many people pouring in, which leads to some crowding. , it's hot.

Charlene Laheri held the notepad and fanned the wind gently, her right hand lifted the collar of her shirt from time to time, panting squeamishly, which made all the men in the press conference hall couldn't help but look at her, but no one was there. dare to approach her.

"The press conference hall is still small!" Yang Huan was behind, looking at the situation in the press conference hall through the gap, feeling a little regretful.

If it was bigger, it should 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 small, but our stadium is also small."

Sun Yue seems to have complained for a long time, "Also, not only is the stadium small, I think we are small in everything, even the office is small, we can't find anyone to run errands, and I have to buy them a gift. go alone."

Yang Huan turned his head to the side and looked at this guy who didn't know when he became pampered and full of complaints, "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, so I should go and run errands."

"However, Mr. Huan, it's nothing for me to run errands, but you think, we are short of staff, and it is difficult to do our best to do things. There are only two people in the entire marketing and public relations department. One needs to answer the phone, and I am the only one left. It’s hard to stretch your ambitions!”

When Yang Huan thought about it, it also made sense. Look at those big companies, the marketing department and the public relations department. Which one is not full of talents?

"Well, then you look back and see how many people you can recruit. You must be smart and able to handle things."

"Understood!" Sun Yue agreed with a smile.

At this time Nicholas Cortez came over.

"Master Huan, you're almost ready, everyone is here, you can start."

"Nicholas, have you given all the small gifts?" Yang Huan asked with concern.

Nicola Cortez nodded, "I have arranged for someone to send it, there is no leakage, in fact, it is not necessary for everyone to send it, just send the few leading the team, right? Besides, gifts are also expensive to buy. already."

"Expensive?" Yang Huan laughed when he heard it, "I just scolded him for buying cheap, too stingy."

Nicola Cortez's heart nearly shattered into a QR code.

Although the relationship between the team and the media is interdependent these days, the media is actually more dependent on the team.

Especially in the UK, the whole country is full of fans, and the most popular topic is football, even more than those current affairs and political topics. Therefore, all the media, newspapers and TV stations are scrambling to grab football resources.

So, now it should be the media holding the football team.

But why did Yang Huan turn back?

But Nicola? Cotes has gradually figured out the character of his boss.

Yang Huan does things as he pleases and seeks perfection. As for how much money he spends, he never cares about it.