Chapter 10: The Showdown between the Rich Second Generation

"Master Yang Huan, it's done. Fifteen million pounds. Sign the contract in two days!"

As soon as Cash Harris got into the car after leaving the Liebherr headquarters, he called Yang Huan to take credit.

"Well done, Cash. I won't give you a penny less of the two million pounds consulting fee!"

Yang Huan on the other end of the phone was strolling around Harrods, the famous luxury goods shopping mall in London. After hearing the news, he couldn't stop smiling.

Fifteen million pounds to get Southampton was a well-made investment, it was truly a bargain.

"Thank you, Master Huan!" Cash Harris on the other end of the phone was also very happy. After all, he made two million pounds in one day.

Looking at the entire City of London, who can do it?

This is all going to become legendary!

"Kash, please help me do one more thing." Yang Huan suddenly thought of a problem.

"Master Huan, please let me know if you need anything." Cash Harris got the promise, but he didn't get the money yet, so he was very respectful.

Yang Huan smiled and said, "I am very dissatisfied with Southampton's current head coach Alan Pardew. I just looked up his information and found that this guy is a jinx. I don't like him and want to fire him."

Zhang Ning and Sun Yue standing by were both frowning. This reason for firing someone was indeed quite harsh.

It is conceivable that Cash Harris on the other end of the phone was also very helpless. After all, he is a well-known young coach in England. You are lucky that he is willing to condescend to coach your English League One team. How could you still think that he is a jinx?

But it is true that Alan Pardew's resume is indeed tragic. He coached West Ham United, but the Hammers were relegated. He coached Charlton, but Charlton were relegated again and again and now they have fallen to League One. He coached Southampton, and the Saints were also relegated.

If you think about it carefully, he is really a jinx.

"I wonder if Master Huan has any good candidates?" Cash Harris asked with a smile.

Yang Huan thought about it and realized that there were indeed a few good candidates, but he certainly couldn't tell them. "Not yet. Please help me contact and look for some. I only have one request, and that the style of play should not be conservative. I want the kind of coach who keeps attacking, scores goals crazily, and plays a flashy style. I don't want one who is not a world-famous coach."

"This... is not easy to handle!" Cash Harris smiled bitterly. He wanted another crazy attack, and he needed a world-famous coach?

There are really not many such candidates these days, pitifully few.

"Five hundred thousand pounds. As long as the person you recommend is selected by me, I will give you a consulting fee of five hundred thousand pounds."

Yang Huan has no connections now, and his only advantage is that he has a lot of money.

So, now he has to use money to pave the way.

"Okay, no problem, I'll try my best!" Cash Harris promised immediately.

After seeing Yang Huan hang up the phone, Zhang Ning, who was walking beside him, curled his lips in a very nice way, "You give people the impression of being too rich, too nouveau riche. Even if you are very rich, there is no need to spend like this, right?"

"I think this is great!" Yang Huan didn't care. "In a capitalist society, money can buy everything."

"So, you see, I'm here shopping with you, but Cash Harris is out there working hard for me. Why?"

"Because I have money!"

Zhang Ning shook his head. "But don't you think it's a waste of money to spend like this?"

After hearing this, Yang Huan shook his head and said with a smile, "We have different views on money!"

nonsense!

Zhang Ning muttered to himself, you are a super rich second-generation who is high above everyone else, but I was born into a common family, how can we be the same?

"By the way, are you concerned about me?" Yang Huan turned his head and looked at Zhang Ning ambiguously.

Zhang Ning was shocked when he heard this, his eyes flickered a little, "No way? I just don't like it."

"Oh, that's the best." Yang Huan nodded, "If you fall in love with me so easily, it will be too unchallenging."

Watching Yang Huan walk forward, Zhang Ning pretended to beat him to death from behind.

I like you? Go ahead and daydream about your spring and autumn.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

A group of muscular men in black suits and sunglasses came from behind, pushing aside pedestrians along the way, as if they were clearing the way for some important person, looking very aggressive.

When they came behind Sun Yue and Zhang Ning, the two men in black pushed Sun Yue and Zhang Ning away from the left and right.

Fortunately, Yang Huan reacted quickly and hugged Zhang Ning. Sun Yue was in a miserable state and was pushed to the ground.

"Wow, who is he? His presence is even more impressive than mine!"

When Yang Huan hugged Zhang Ning, he saw a British youth in his twenties, hugging a sexy woman who was very revealingly dressed and had a very hot body, passing in front of him. The woman turned around and looked at him with a look of contempt and sneer.

He had seen this kind of look many times in his previous life, but now few people dared to treat him like that.

Pretty cool!

"Who is this guy? So fierce?" Sun Yue got up from the ground, also with a look of anger on his face.

"I guess he should be a rich second-generation from the UK." Zhang Ning looked at Yang Huan and said.

Yang Huan was unhappy. "Are the second-generation rich in Britain so **? That's because he has never seen the methods used by the second-generation rich in China."

"Long Wu."

Long Wu, who was playing with his mobile phone, raised his head and looked at Yang Huan in confusion.

"What's wrong with you? You didn't react when someone approached you. You're a bodyguard of Zhongnanhai. You've brought shame to the UK!"

After hearing this, Long Wu was not angry. "Master Huan, my mission is to protect your safety. As for the others..."

Zhang Ning and Sun Yue smiled bitterly in their hearts, realizing that they were not within his protection range.

"Nonsense, Zhang Ning is my woman, your young lady, and Sun Yue is my right-hand man. Who says she is not under your protection?"

"Oh." It seemed that Long Wu had finally determined the scope of his protection.

"But, Master Huan, that's not right."

"What's wrong?"

"My previous order was to protect you alone, but now I have to protect three people. This..."

As he said that, he raised his head, looked at Yang Huan, and smiled, "...you have to pay more."

When Zhang Ning heard this, he fainted immediately. Could it be that all the guys around this dandy boy are greedy for money?

"No problem!" Yang Huan answered without hesitation.

"Don't play mobile games anymore. I'll get you some fun games to play all night. Now hurry up and get your revenge. Don't let anyone take advantage of me and still want to leave. If the news gets out, where will I put my face?"

"Okay!" Long Wu quickly put away his phone.

"You have to show some momentum and show your fierce nature." Yang Huan reminded.

When Long Wu heard this, he was surprised again, "Master, why are you so fierce?"

"Let them get out!" Yang Huan said.

"Master, how do you say this in English?"

Yang Huan was also stunned when he heard it, and looked at Zhang Ning, "How do you say it in English?"

Zhang Ning was so upset, "Get out!"

"No way? This doesn't show any momentum!" Yang Huan thought this was very sissy.

"It's better to be a little bit more ruthless, more powerful, and use some foul language."

Zhang Ning was a stunning beauty, and swearing was too much of a loss of her beauty. But since Yang Huan had asked her to do so, she could only swear helplessly, "You****off!"

Yang Huan didn't know the other words, but he knew the word Fuck. He was satisfied as soon as he heard it, "Let's use it!"

Long Wu didn't have many language skills, and he had to read it several times before he could memorize it, but he still had a distinct Chinese accent.

"Master, there are seven or eight of them, and we only have one Long Wu, is that okay?"

A group of people followed Long Wu, and Sun Yue was a little worried.

Can this young man who is always busy playing games kill seven or eight people by himself?

"Don't worry, don't worry. His name is Long Wu. Among the Zhongnanhai bodyguards, there are only four people who are more powerful than him. One of him can take down seven or eight people. It's as easy as eating." Yang Huan had full confidence in Long Wu.

As far as he could remember, he had seen with his own eyes how powerful the Zhongnanhai bodyguards were, and those people were much worse than Long Wu.

A lot of people gathered not far ahead, forming a circle. There were also many people watching upstairs and downstairs, and there were also many reporters.

The second-generation rich British man who just passed by was too conspicuous in the crowd because he was surrounded by seven or eight bodyguards in black suits, making him and the charming British girl sit in the middle, very conspicuous.

"Hi!" Long Wu walked up and gently patted the shoulder of the bodyguard in black who was standing at the back.

"Fuckoff!" The bodyguard in black turned around and cursed.

"Wow, he stole my lines!" Long Wu grabbed the bodyguard in black with his right hand on his shoulder. Before the bodyguard could resist, he was lifted up by Long Wu and thrown backwards.

When Yang Huan, Zhang Ning and Sun Yue caught up, they saw Long Wu throwing out the black-clad bodyguards behind the British rich second generation one by one with his hands. It was so easy, as if he was throwing ping-pong balls instead of 100-kilogram guns.

"This..." Sun Yue was a little stunned. Is this the strength of the Zhongnanhai bodyguards?

Before the second-generation British rich man could react, he felt a tightness on his back. His suit was grabbed from behind, and the whole person was lifted up and thrown backwards. He fell five or six meters and landed on one of the bodyguards, knocked unconscious.

Now everyone noticed that the rich second generation who had come so aggressively just now was taught a lesson by someone.

For a moment, the whole audience was in an uproar, and everyone was staring at Yang Huan who was late and Zhang Ning who was walking towards them slowly.

"Who is this? Where is this from?"

"Looks like he's Asian, Chinese?"

"That bodyguard is so awesome, it looks like he knows Chinese Kung Fu!"

"I've been displeased with that guy for a long time. He taught me a lesson."

"That oriental beauty is so beautiful, so beautiful."

There was a lot of discussion in the venue, and everyone's attention was on Yang Huan and others.

When passing by the rich second generation, Yang Huan gave him a disdainful look and continued walking forward.

Yang Huan walked to the rich second generation's seat without any hesitation, sat down with his arms and legs spread out, and made a get out gesture to the stunned charming girl. He never had the tradition of hitting women.

As for this British woman, she was dressed too revealingly, which was not Yang Huan's type and was an eyesore!

The woman didn't dare to stay and ran away quickly.

"Zhang Ning, come and sit down!" Yang Huan invited Zhang Ning to sit next to him.

The rich second-generation British guy behind me stood up. His forehead had just hit the floor and was obviously red and swollen, with a bump.

"Fuck..."

Before he could finish, he felt a pain on his cheek.

With a loud slap, he was slapped hard by the young kung fu master Long Wu in front of him.

"You..."

There was a snap, and another one, this time on the left.

The second-generation rich British man covered his painful face with his hands, and blood was coming out of the corners of his mouth. However, the bodyguards who were so aggressive just now were so scared that they hid behind him, and no one dared to step forward.

An expert can tell who is better with just one move.

"You **** off!" Long Wu pointed at them and read out the words he had prepared for a long time.

Then, he turned around and walked back behind Yang Huan without looking back.

After being beaten and eating, the British rich second generation was in pain. Although he was filled with hatred, he did not dare to stay any longer and quickly ran away.

Before leaving, he did not forget to say something harsh, which is also the exit ceremony for all the guys who have been defeated.

"What did he say?" Yang Huan didn't understand, so he turned his head to ask Zhang Ning.

"He told you to be careful!" Zhang Ning answered worriedly. After all, this was someone else's place.

"Wow, so uncreative. Can't you come up with something new?"

Yang Huan didn't take the threat seriously at all. If that useless rich second generation guy could touch him, he wouldn't have been beaten like a dog just now. People like him are usually just trying to show off their strength.

After Yang Huan shifted his attention, he realized that this was a new car reservation site.

In the crowd, on the booth was a hardtop sports car that looked like a work of art.