Chapter 1015 Master Huan, you are finally here!

At noon, a Boeing 777 slowly landed at the Capital Airport in Beijing.

Not long after, Master Huan, who had just had a good sleep on the plane and felt refreshed, walked out of the gate accompanied by Long Wu, without being harassed at all along the way.

This is not because Young Master Huan is not well-known, but because he disguises himself well enough.

But as soon as he came out, he was immediately noticed by someone.

"Master Huan, here!" A fat man standing in the crowd of people waiting at the airport shouted at the top of his voice.

Everyone at the scene was stunned.

Master Huan?

Which Young Master Huan? Could it be the one who was recently rumored to be acquiring Beijing Guoen and is well-known in the European football world?

Suddenly, countless people's eyes were darting around, trying to find Yang Huan in this crowded hall, and Yang Huan and Long Wu were obviously the most suspects.

So, staring at everyone's gazes, Yang Huan and Long Wu quickened their pace and glared fiercely at the fat man Liu Mingwei who came to pick them up at the airport. The latter knew that he had made a mistake and did not dare to argue much, so he hurriedly trotted ahead to lead the way.

By the time they walked away, there was already an uproar behind them.

"Oh my god, it's really Master Huan!"

"It is indeed him. Has he returned home?"

"Is it because of the matter of the capital's national grace?"

"If it's really Master Huan, then that's great. There's hope for Beijing Guoen!"

"Isn't it? Now fans all over Beijing are eagerly waiting for it."

"Don't even mention Beijing. Fans all over the country are watching. Who doesn't know that Young Master Huan has always been generous?"

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Amidst the discussion among the crowd, Yang Huan and Long Wu, led by Liu Mingwei, got into a Lagonda Conqueror parked outside the gate.

Needless to say, this car is also an eye-catching item.

Because, during the President's visit to the UK, the UK used this car to pick up and drop off the President, so after that, the sales of Lagonda and Aston Martin in the country suddenly skyrocketed, and it was hard to get a car. I don't know how many people changed their cars for this reason.

"Hey Fatty Liu, will you die if you keep your voice down?"

As soon as Yang Huan got in the car, the driver started the car and began to settle the score.

Fat Liu Mingwei was sitting opposite Master Huan. He laughed and kept apologizing, "I'm sorry, Master Huan, I'm just nervous. Besides, I'm used to yelling that, so I blurted it out when I was nervous, hehe."

Yang Huan had no choice. He couldn't just use this as an excuse to beat up the fat guy, right?

Originally, he planned to let Zhuang Ziqing pick him up at the airport, but Fatty Liu suddenly called and asked when he would return to China, saying that he had something important to discuss, so Young Master Huan simply asked him to pick him up.

Who would have thought that this fat guy would yell so loudly? Needless to say, the news would have spread across the Internet.

Master Huan took out his cell phone, opened WeChat, and saw that the news had indeed spread. Someone even took a picture of him.

"Nimei, why do we look so much like fugitives?" Yang Huan saw someone taking pictures of him and Long Wu and others from behind. They really looked a bit like the fugitives in the movie, running away.

Liu Mingwei took it and looked at it, and he was immediately happy, "Hey, thanks to Master Huan, I can show my face for once."

"Hey, Fatty Liu, you're not doing this on purpose, are you? Are you crazy about becoming famous?" Yang asked with a smile.

Liu Mingwei's smile froze. "Surely, Master Huan, if I really did this on purpose, you would have killed me right now!"

"Hey, are you cursing me?" Yang Huan was happy at first, but then he thought, that's not right, he was also in the car?

If a car hit and killed Liu Mingwei now, wouldn’t I also be in trouble?

Liu Mingwei was in a miserable state. He always felt that nothing he said was right. He just stood there with no tears to cry and no words to say to defend himself.

"Okay, okay, I'm just kidding." Yang Huan smiled and waved his hand, "You treat me at noon."

"No problem!" Liu Mingwei was immediately happy, "Wangjiang Pavilion!"

The Wangjiang Pavilion that Liu Mingwei mentioned is the first branch of Wangjiang Pavilion owned by Yang Huan in China. It was opened only a month ago, but it is extremely popular.

Why?

Because when the President visited Glory Plaza, he went there specifically to try it, and it is the most famous Chinese restaurant abroad, so how could it not be popular?

However, this Chinese restaurant was built completely according to the standards of a Michelin three-star restaurant. It was located in the most prosperous area of ​​Beijing and was equipped with a top luxury department store of the Yang Group. Naturally, the charges were quite expensive.

The car quickly entered the city, and the driver arrived at the gate of Wangjiang Pavilion with familiarity.

Yang Huan, Liu Mingwei and Long Wu got out of the car respectively and went directly into Wangjiang Pavilion and headed straight for the VIP box upstairs.

As early as yesterday, Liu Mingwei had already booked a private room.

"Hey, Master Huan, you're finally here!"

Before Master Huan even sat down, the president of the Chinese branch appeared at the door with the branch management and store managers.

When the branch opened, General Manager Huang from the head office came in person, but the boss behind the scenes, Master Huan, did not show up.

But now, Young Master Huan has arrived. Although he is here to eat, as the president of a small branch company, he must make full preparations and come up to greet and receive guests in person.

Yang Huan raised his eyebrows and looked at Liu Mingwei, as if to say, it must be you, the fat guy, who leaked the information in advance.

Liu Mingwei had a bitter face, as if saying, Master Huan, there's nothing I can do.

Since the grand opening of the Wangjiang Pavilion branch, the wine used is the same as in foreign countries, that is, the Calon-Ségur wine. This wine is represented in China by Liu Mingwei, so this guy also has business dealings with Wangjiang Pavilion.

"Okay, I'm just here for a meal, nothing to make a fuss about."

Yang Huan looked outside. Wow, there were quite a lot of people, at least twenty or thirty.

How can I eat my meal when so many people are watching me?

"You guys, go open two restaurants next door and serve me the best signature dishes. Let's have a good taste of the food made in our own restaurant. This lunch is my treat. When the bill comes over later, no one is allowed to grab it from me. This is my way of getting to know you all!"

Everyone in the branch office was surprised and happy. This Young Master Huan was indeed as generous as the rumors said.

Although it is our own company, it also requires costs.

Especially considering Wangjiang Pavilion's stringent requirements on ingredients and the salaries of the chefs, a lunch for twenty or thirty people in these two private rooms would cost at least tens of thousands. And it was spent without a word. Young Master Huan was indeed impeccable.

"Go ahead!" Yang Huan waved his hand.

The branch manager originally planned to stay and greet them personally, but was scolded by Yang Huanxiao and had to turn around and leave.

By the time Yang Huan sat back down, the waiters had already started serving the dishes.

Looking at Liu Mingwei who was sitting opposite, the fat man had a guilty look on his face. Master Huan knew what was going on, so he didn't say much and invited him to eat.

After the meal, the fat man returned to normal.

"Hey, Fatty, you told me before that you had something important to discuss with me. What is it?" Yang Huan was a little surprised.

After eating and drinking, Fatty Liu's big belly became more and more obvious.

I saw this fat guy touching his round belly and smiling at Young Master Huan. He looked so rich.

This person is just so weird.

If the person sitting opposite Yang Huan was not Fatty Liu but a stranger, Young Master Huan would definitely not be able to kick him. However, when Fatty Liu did this, Young Master Huan just thought it was funny. At most, he would just curse in his heart, saying that he really didn't care about his image.

"Master Huan, I heard that you will be personally in charge of the capital's national entitlement from now on?" Liu Mingwei asked with concern.

Yang Huan nodded, "Yes, that's right, I'm responsible."

According to the agreement with Sino-Singapore Group, they agreed to sell Beijing Guo'en for 3 billion yuan, but required that the team's name cannot be changed in the next five years. After five years, Sino-Singapore Guo'en has the right to give priority to naming under the same conditions.

Therefore, in the next few years, this team will still be called Beijing Guo'en.

"It's like this, Master Huan, you know, there are more and more wealthy fans in the country in recent years. Didn't I ask you before, have Saints fans considered expanding the enrollment?"

Yang Huan nodded, and at that time he told Liu Mingwei very clearly that this was impossible.

As for expanding enrollment, there was indeed a plan, but after weighing the pros and cons, it was rejected.

Sometimes, Yang Huan is just one person, and his ideas are definitely not thorough enough. It is inevitable that his ideas, which he has worked hard on, are difficult to implement in the end.

"As for me, I'm thinking about setting up an official fan club if Young Master Huan joins Beijing Guo'en."

Yang Huan was slightly stunned, "Like the Saints fans club?"

"right!"

"Is it possible? Will anyone participate?" Yang Huan was a little skeptical.

In fact, he didn't know much about the situation of the wealthy football fans in China. After all, he was a loser before he traveled through time. After he traveled through time, he spent most of his time abroad. How could he know the situation in China?

"Believe me, Master Huan, it will definitely work." Liu Mingwei was full of confidence.

"Does that still operate like Saints fan clubs abroad?"

Liu Mingwei nodded. "I have talked to several other members of the Saints Fan Club. They all think it is feasible and are willing to participate in the organization. Of course, we will still be members of the Saints Fan Club at that time."

Are you kidding? There are other benefits to joining the Saints fan club, not to mention the benefits. Just by following the club's spirit and investing in a few projects, they can all make a fortune. Only a fool would want to quit.

In fact, Liu Mingwei thought so because he tasted the sweetness from the Saints fan club.

And he also has his own little calculation, that is, although the Saints Fan Club is led and planned by Master Huan, and it gathers rich second-generations and wealthy people from all over the world, Liu Mingwei and several other wealthy Chinese who have joined the club have no say.

But if we form a similar fan club in our country, they will have the final say.

Of course, it must be Young Master Huan who will lead the team!

If it weren't for the golden signboard of Young Master Huan, it probably wouldn't have been that attractive.

"What's the current situation in the country?" Yang Huan asked with concern.

Liu Mingwei smiled slightly, knowing that Master Huan was interested.

"In the past few years, venture capital in China was a bit overheated. Even the uncles and aunts who set up street stalls in Beijing were making empty promises. Recently, there is a sense of capital winter, but it depends on who it is. At least from what I know, there are a lot of people who have a lot of money but nowhere to invest."

The purpose of setting up such a fan club is actually to bring together rich people so that they can exchange information and work together.

If it is true as Liu Mingwei said, then there is indeed something to be done.

Yang Huan thought about it and saw that Fatty Liu was so confident. Given his intelligence, he shouldn't have made a mistake.

Besides, it’s for Fatty Liu to do it. If it succeeds, I can just wait to get the money. If it fails, I won’t suffer any loss.

"Okay, Fatty Liu, then go ahead and do it!" Yang Huan waved his hand and made the decision.

Liu Mingwei immediately smiled, "Thank you, Master Huan!"

But soon, the fat man started gossiping again.

"Hey, Master Huan, I wonder which superstars you plan to bring in after acquiring Jingcheng Guoen this time?"