Chapter 640: Lying Down and Getting Shot

Yang Huan found it funny when he saw that Hamad seemed a little reluctant.

He now has the same mentality as many wealthy people who have just entered the European professional football scene. They feel that as long as they have money, there is no star in the world that they cannot buy, and there is nothing that they cannot do.

Wasn’t it the same for Abramovich back then?

In the first two or three years after taking over Chelsea, he did a very good job, but gradually, his mentality became inflated and he introduced the superstar Shevchenko against all odds. What was the result?

The Ukrainian has become Chelsea's second biggest flop in history!

Not only that, after Shevchenko's transfer failed, Chelsea suffered a painful blow from salary structure to transfer strategy, and was forced to make drastic adjustments. Even Abramovich himself was scared and dared not continue with large-scale investment and signings.

Are you kidding? It's like a bottomless pit. How much money do you have?

A team like Real Madrid is now suspected of being kidnapped by Florentino's superstar policy.

The players bought by the team are generally more valuable than those of other teams, and their salaries are also higher than those of other teams. The club is under tremendous operating pressure and is walking on thin ice.

In the three years from Florentino to Calderon, Real Madrid's finances fell off a cliff because Florentino had spread out too large a business, and Calderon did not have Florentino's ability to generate revenue and could not support it at all.

The Qatari tycoons are rich, but Yang Huan doesn’t think that they are so rich that they don’t consider the consequences!

"Hamad!" Yang Huan smiled and patted Hamad's right shoulder hard.

"Tell your father for me that Rome wasn't built overnight, and you can't make a fat man in one breath!"

Hamad had been around Young Master Huan for a long time and knew what kind of person he was, so he didn't say anything more.

Daniel Levy on the side also nodded and advised: "Yes, Master Huan is right. Our most important task now is not to spend money on superstars, but to lay a solid foundation. In the next three years, as long as we can ensure that Tottenham Hotspur can continue to enter the Champions League, I will not say a word about how you want to spend money in three years!"

Even Daniel Levy said this and gave a three-year deadline. Hamad knew in his heart that he probably couldn't afford to spend money on this superstar for the time being.

This is just like a person who is too weak. You cannot give him strong tonic medicine all at once, otherwise he will be too weak to receive the tonic. It’s the same principle!

"Three years, Daniel, we have a deal, just three years!" Hamad repeated, staring at Daniel Levy.

He was very respectful to Young Master Huan, so he could only point the finger at Daniel Levy.

When the little bald man saw him like this, he could only smile bitterly and nod helplessly.

"Okay, just three years. As long as we make it to the Champions League for three consecutive years, I won't hesitate to buy anyone you want!"

Hamad then agreed with satisfaction.

Yang Huan watched from the side and shook his head. If Daniel Levy was not there and it depended on Hamad, there was no telling what Tottenham Hotspur would be like under his control.

The three people were chatting in the car, and the car soon entered the city of Southampton.

"Master, where are you going?" asked the driver, Long Wu.

"Let's go to Wangjiang Pavilion. They should be having dinner there now!"

As expected, as soon as Yang Huan's car arrived at the gate of Wangjiang Pavilion, he immediately saw many reporters stopping there.

There were several buses with the Southampton team logo and red and white arrow stripes on their bodies, parked in a neat row, which was really spectacular.

Today, Southampton is the defending champion of the Premier League, especially last season, when the newly promoted team won the championship, defended the FA Cup and the Europa League, and won the only treble in Europe. It was the height of popularity and was the time when the media and fans paid the most attention to it.

As soon as this group of reporters saw Yang Huan's car appear, they immediately shifted their attention.

Yang Huan was already accustomed to such scenes, so he asked Long Wu to drive to the internal parking lot of Wangjiang Pavilion to avoid the harassment of reporters, and then went directly to the box on the second floor through the internal passage for employees.

"Please sit down for a while and order the food first. I'll go downstairs and be back soon!"

Daniel Levy and Hamad both smiled and nodded.

Yang Huan called the waiters and asked them to entertain his friends well, then went downstairs.

"Master Huan!"

I don’t know which sharp-eyed guy saw Yang Huan walking down the stairs at a glance.

All of a sudden, everyone in the lobby of Wangjiang Pavilion looked over here.

For a while, the calls of "Young Master Huan" continued one after another, forcing Yang Huan, who had just walked down, to shake hands with them one by one and be polite to them. Some of them even invited him to sit down and have a meal.

"A little later. I have something to do over there. I'll come back after we finish talking!"

Yang Huan smiled and politely declined everyone's enthusiasm and came to the first-team area.

Peter Kenyon and other core executives had already reserved a seat for Young Master Huan at the table. When they saw Yang Huan approaching, they all stood up immediately.

"How about it? Anyone else want to have a couple of drinks with me tonight?"

Yang Huan laughed and glanced at everyone, his eyes full of provocation.

Those present included the first-team, youth team, coaching staff and club staff, which is why so many club buses were used and why there was such a big commotion.

But when Master Ke Huan asked this, everyone present just laughed and no one dared to stand up.

"Hey, who was the one who shouted that he wanted to drink? Now that Young Master Huan is here, you can drink if you want. Drink with Young Master Huan!"

As soon as Luis Borini said this, the whole audience burst into laughter.

From top to bottom in the entire Southampton, who doesn’t know that Young Master Huan can drink a lot without getting drunk?

Drinking with Master Huan? Isn't that like lighting a light in the toilet, courting death?

"Yeah, who said he wanted to drink?"

"By the way, Didier, you just said that we should drink some wine to liven up the occasion. Now we can drink!"

When Drogba heard someone calling his name, he looked at Master Huan, who turned his head and laughed at him, which made him shudder, and he quickly pointed at Pogba.

"Paul, you bastard, who told you that I was the one who said I wanted to drink? It was Zlatan who said so, okay?"

"Damn, Didier, how the hell did you hear me say I wanted to drink?" Ibrahimovic immediately got angry.

How did this fire get on me?

It's like being shot while lying down!

"I heard it with both ears!" Drogba was not to be outdone.

"you……"

"I heard it too, and I can testify to it!"

"Yes, I heard it too!"

Everyone started to make a fuss, obviously eager to see Ibrahimovic make a fool of himself.

Some were even more cruel and shouted loudly, "I heard them both say it!"

Everyone turned around and saw that it was the bad boy Ravel Morrison.

This brat is just hoping that the world won’t be in chaos!

"Ravel, you're such a guts boy!"

"Master Huan, let me tell you, Lavelle once boasted in the dormitory that if he lets go and drinks, you'll have to lie down!"

Yang Huan raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, boy, you're really brave!"

The smile on Ravel Morrison's face froze. "I... I didn't say, I..."

"We all heard it!"

Ibrahimovic and Drogba shouted in unison.

This caused everyone in the room to burst into laughter, and Ravel Morrison became anxious.

These guys are trying to frame me!

Just when the British bad boys were about to fight to the death rather than surrender, Yang Huan simply waved his hand without saying anything more to them.

"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense, and get on with it!"

Everyone was stunned and gasped.

That's quite generous, Master Huan!

Especially Suarez and Sanchez, who had just arrived, opened their eyes wide.

It is really rare to see a team like Southampton. The boss actually has a drinking contest with the players. Isn’t that too weird?

However, the atmosphere of this team is indeed quite good.

But, looking at Young Master Huan, that gentle and handsome young man, can he drink more than these three burly guys?

But Ibrahimovic, Drogba and Ravel Morrison were standing there, looking at each other, and none of them dared to accept the challenge!

"You guys disappoint me so much!" Yang Huan felt a kind of sadness like a lone warrior seeking to defeat the enemy.

Oh my God, where can I find my opponent?

The whole audience burst into laughter again, and many people even encouraged the three to take up the challenge.

But the three of them didn't dare to do it no matter what.

Are you kidding? Drinking with Young Master Huan, isn't that courting death?

Is Drogba a good drinker?

But how did you get home?

He was carried into the car by four or five people and almost took off his pants in front of a group of reporters. This left a psychological trauma on everyone.

I would rather die than drink with Young Master Huan!

"Uh... Master Huan, the league is about to start, we have to control our diet, especially we have to stop drinking!"

As soon as Ibrahimovic finished speaking, Drogba and Ravel Morrison immediately followed suit.

"Yes, yes, yes, you have to stop drinking, stop drinking!"

"I can't drink any more. I'm still growing!"

Damn, Ravel Morrison, how many beautiful girls have you harmed? And you’re still growing?

Isn't this too shameless?

Bielsa, Peter Kenyon and others looked at each other and saw smiles in each other's eyes.

I didn’t expect that having a boss who could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk would actually have this benefit.

As long as Young Master Huan is around, I'm afraid no one dares to mention the word wine.

If you want to drink, fine, drink with Master Huan. It doesn’t matter how much you drink!

Just based on this one point, I'm afraid everyone will back off!

Yang Huan laughed, and without further ado, he poured himself a full cup and held it high above his head.

When everyone present saw this, they all raised their glasses, which were mostly filled with water or drinks, and raised them towards Young Master Huan.

"I won't say any more unnecessary words!"

Yang Huan looked at everyone and said, "Southampton is what it is today thanks to everyone's efforts. Without you, there would be no Southampton today!"

Everyone present felt Master Huan's sincerity, and many of them nodded.

"A new season is about to begin. I hope everyone can guard against arrogance and forget about the achievements we have made in the past three years. Look ahead, unite, work together, and create even better and more brilliant results!"

"Believe me, I remember your efforts, the club remembers, and all Saints fans remember!"

"Come on, let's drink this cup. I wish you all the best in the new season, to move forward courageously, to be unstoppable and to be invincible!"

After hearing the last part, everyone became excited.

"Okay, let's do it!"

"Master Huan, well said, let's do it!"

"Fuck, I toast to you, Master Huan!"

"Without you, there would be no Southampton today. I salute you, Master Huan!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank them all in one gulp, enjoying the drink to their heart's content.

It was a club dinner, but it was also like a pledge!

Cheer up for the upcoming new season!

Over the past three years, this Saints team has achieved one brilliant achievement after another, but no one will feel satisfied.

Because they have a core leader who is never satisfied with the status quo!