Chapter 406 I Call You Grandpa!

When a local tyrant Golden Lagonda Conqueror drove quickly from Marylebone Road to the gate of the Landmark Hotel, the soldiers standing on both sides of the gate immediately ran forward.

"Welcome to Landmark, Dear Sir!"

Two soldiers of honor, one left and one right, ran over to help the guests open the door.

Another one ran to the driver's seat quickly and waited for Long Wu to get off, apparently to help drive to the parking lot.

Long Wu has been following Yang Huan for a long time and knows the rules, so he just stuffed a pound after getting out of the car.

The salute knew how much it was without even looking at it, and immediately said thank you ecstatically.

After that, the guards who opened the door and helped to open the hotel door all tipped.

Yang Huan and Peter Kenyon walked all the way into the hotel lobby unimpeded.

"Dear sir, do you need any help?" A middle-aged male waiter in a suit and leather shoes immediately greeted him with a professional and kind smile on his face.

"Oh, it was Mr. Kenyon!"

Peter Kenyon, representing Manchester United and Chelsea, regularly attends Premier League Chairman Summits and regularly stays at the Landmark Hotel.

"This is my boss, Mr. Yang Huan!" Peter Kenyon introduced with a smile.

The waiter immediately looked awe-inspiring, "Hello, Mr. Yang Huan, welcome to Landmark!"

He seemed to have guessed the intention of Yang Huan and Peter Kenyon, and immediately stretched out his hand and pointed forward.

"You two, this way please!"

Yang Huan felt from the beginning to the end that this butler-style waiter looked very respectful and had a very good attitude, but it was a little fake, a little too professional, and even called deliberate.

But there is no way, I can't ask the waiters in the hotel to be as caring as the personal maids in my own home, right?

The hotel lobby is very traditional in the British style, the architectural style of the Victorian period, the round vaulted ceiling is very high, the giant chandeliers, exquisite murals and oil paintings make people walk in it and deeply feel the flavor of the British aristocracy.

Can pass through the lobby, but it is suddenly enlightened.

Behind the lobby is a tall and open atrium.

The atrium is divided into several dining areas. At this time, it is afternoon tea time. Many gentlemen and ladies are sitting in it and enjoying their afternoon tea quietly.

The whole scene makes people feel warm and comfortable.

"Are they all here?" Yang Huan asked casually.

The waiter was also smart, and he understood as soon as he heard it, "There are still a few who haven't arrived yet!"

Every three months, the Premier League Chairman's Summit is held here, which is also an honor of the Landmark Hotel.

Therefore, the hotel also attaches great importance to it. Even on the eighth floor of the topmost floor, there is a round table conference room specially designed for them to hold meetings.

"Then let's enjoy afternoon tea here first!" Yang Huan walked into the atrium with a smile.

"Okay, please come this way!"

The waiters were really professional and quickly led them to an unmanned dining area, which was very quiet.

After Yang Huan, Peter Kenyon and Long Wu ordered a random afternoon tea,

Just sit on the seat and watch.

The submarine hotel in Southampton is a project that Yang Huan attaches great importance to, so in the past period of time, every time he went to a place, he must have stayed at the best local hotel, and even occasionally wrote down some experiences and ideas. feel.

"The Landmark Hotel was formerly known as the Grand Central Station Hotel, which has been around for more than a hundred years. It was a Victorian railway hotel." Peter Kenyon knew that Young Master Huan was interested in the hotel, and immediately introduced with a smile.

Anyway, when you sit down, you always have to find something to talk about.

"Later, the hotel re-invited the famous architect, Robert William Addis, who has always been famous for its Gothic Revival architectural style, to design, which almost perfectly preserved the Victorian style and also showed the Victorian style. Prosperity and style."

Yang Huan couldn't help nodding his head.

He is now well-informed, but when he walked into this hotel just now, he was still surprised.

So is the lobby, and so is the atrium.

The layout and design of the entire hotel is indeed quite stunning.

Just as Yang Huan and Peter Kenyon were enjoying a peaceful afternoon tea, two more people walked in outside the hotel lobby.

The leader is a middle-aged British man in his fifties. He is not tall, but has a round face. The most impressive thing is the abrupt double chin, which is definitely memorable at a glance.

No matter how fat you look, how can you have such an amazing double chin?

Next to this middle-aged man is an old man in his 60s. Interestingly, both of them are about the same size, they are not tall and slightly fat, and the old man's double chin is also obvious.

It really makes people doubt that these two people are not father and son, right?

"It was the Newcastle owner, Mike Ashley, and his club director, Derek Lambias."

Peter Kenyon sat opposite Yang Huan, pointed at the two people at the entrance, and introduced.

Yang Huan snorted, it turned out to be not father and son, what a pity!

But it's funny when I think about it, how could both of them look like this?

"Mike Ashley is the richest man in the United Kingdom, famous on the rich list, worth two billion pounds, and started in the retail industry."

Yang Huan nodded, thinking to himself, fortunately he brought Peter Kenyon, otherwise he would be depressed.

But Ashley's matter, he does know.

When he came to England to buy the team, Keish Harris mentioned Newcastle.

Ashley bought Newcastle in 2007 from former chairman Sheppard.

It was only after the acquisition that I found out, damn, Newcastle still has a big bad debt, and Shepard didn't even tell him.

Well, being taken advantage of!

But Ashley is also very personal, and he scolded directly, and also vowed to sell Newcastle.

This will anger Newcastle fans.

Damn you, the new chairman just bought the team, and he said he was going to sell it in a blink of an eye. What do you mean?

In addition, Ashley angered the then head coach Keegan because he refused to pay for the transfer, and Keegan left angrily.

And Ashley's life is not easy, offend the fans do not say, the team can not sell.

From his standpoint, the asking price is indeed not excessive, because he is based on the purchase price, and then calculates the debt repayment, and finally comes up with a slightly higher price, but it costs more than 300 million pounds.

But this price has deterred all potential buyers, especially as the financial crisis hit, Newcastle rotted in their hands.

But this guy's character is also a bit interesting. He shouts to sell every year, no matter how your fans scold him, he does it.

Not only did he say that, he did it.

I'm afraid no one has seen it. Is there any club owner that directly posted a sell-off notice on the official website?

That's what he does!

And he kept making such a fuss, and finally Newcastle were relegated.

Therefore, some people say that he is the most **** boss in the Premier League!

However, in the past two years, after Newcastle returned to the Premier League, it has gained a firm foothold in the Premier League. Last season, it also reached fifth in the Premier League. Newcastle seems to have signs of a comprehensive recovery.

Like everyone who entered the hotel atrium, Mike Ashley stood at the entrance and looked around.

Rao is that Yang Huan has been sitting in the corner very low-key, but the sharp-eyed fat man still pays attention to him.

Not only that, he also walked up with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Yang Huan!" Mike Ashley stretched out his hand with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Ashley!" Yang Huan smiled politely and shook hands with him.

In my heart, I was wondering, why are you looking for me?

We don't know each other!

"I heard that Mr. Yang Huan has been having a hard time recently!" Ashley said with a smile.

Yang Huan pretended to be dumbfounded, "Is there? Why don't I know it myself?"

"That may be because you don't know your current situation! No" Speaking of which, Ashley pointed to Peter Kenyon.

"You should ask Peter, he'll know better than you!"

Peter Kenyon smiled faintly, "Mr. Ashley is joking!"

"I'm joking, I'll know soon!" The fat man laughed.

"However, I still have to remind Mr. Yang Huan that although there are 20 teams in the Premier League and there are more and more foreign bosses, many things are left to the local small circle!"

What do you mean?

Yang Huan is a little depressed!

Damn you, after finishing fifth last season, do you really think you can inherit Newcastle's previous status and influence in the Premier League?

You don't break your fingers and count, your current Newcastle is a fart!

"This is a kind reminder, Mr. Yang Huan, after all, I have to thank you!"

Yang Huan laughed when he saw that he had made it clear that he was here to put pressure on him.

"Don't be so polite, Mr. Ashley, we Chinese have always been very helpful!"

Ashley's face froze suddenly, this is too thick-skinned, isn't it?

Kind words, understand?

"Remember Alan Pardew?"

Yang Huan certainly remembers, he not only remembers, but also knows that Alan Pardue is now the manager of Newcastle.

After being suspended for a year, this guy made a comeback. I don't know what **** luck he had, and he became the head coach of Newcastle in the Premier League. He also led Newcastle to gain a firm foothold in the Premier League. Last season, he also won the first place in the league. five.

This time it's famous!

It seems to have the potential to become a local Premier League coach!

"Alan? Pardu..." Yang Huan clicked his tongue a few times, as if he couldn't remember who it was.

Mike Ashley is depressed. You don't even remember Alan Pardue, so how can I keep pretending?

Are you such a tossing person?

Can't you cooperate?

You make me pretend to be dead?

"It's the Southampton head coach you fired!" Ashley reminded angrily.

"Oh!" Yang Huan was suddenly enlightened.

"You said that crap? I remembered, what happened to him?"

Ashley wanted to speak immediately, but Yang Huan snatched it first.

"I thought at the beginning that this guy is not at all capable, he is just a fool, only a fool and an idiot boss would let such a person coach the team. I believe that there should be no such stupidity in the entire European football. ?"

Mike Ashley had a fat face with an expression of incomprehensible richness.

He was about to start spraying almost on the spot.

I'm the idiot-and-idiot goddamn boss you call me!

But unfortunately, he can't say this!

You can't help but recruit yourself, right?

"Cough!" Peter Kenyon stood silently beside him, coughed twice, and pretended to remind in a low voice.

"Master Huan, Alan Pardue is now the manager of Newcastle!"

Yang Huan was shocked, "Oh, no, no, I made a mistake just now, sorry, Mr. Ashley, I didn't mean it!"

you didn't mean to?

If your motherfucker didn't do it on purpose, I'd call you grandpa!

"Actually, Alan Pardue is a very high-level head coach. I am very optimistic about him. I think he is likely to become the best head coach in the UK after Ferguson. I believe that he will definitely be able to put Newcastle Bring it into a giant team, I'm optimistic about him!"

But these words of admiration sounded harsh to Mike Ashley.

Do you like him?

If you were optimistic about him, would you have fired people in the first place?

OK, you're fooling me, aren't you?

hmm, let's see

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