Chapter 1018 Is it really that magical?

"Ah Huan, come closer and have a cup of old man's tea."

Old Master Zhuang was sitting in the ancient-style study room. In front of him was a sandalwood tea tray. White smoke was curling up from the teacup, bringing with it a faint tea fragrance, not strong, but refreshing. One could tell at a glance that this tea was definitely not bad.

Yang Huan and Zhuang Mingyang sat closer to each other and each reached out to take a cup from the tea tray.

I took a sip and it was sweet, mellow and full of aftertaste. Great!

"How is it? Is my old man's tea okay?" asked Mr. Zhuang with a smile.

"Grandpa Zhuang, how can I know how to taste tea?" Yang Huan smiled modestly at first, "But, even someone like me who doesn't know much about tea thinks it's good after drinking it, so it must be wonderful."

When Mr. Zhuang heard this, he immediately burst into laughter. It was this cunning and cleverness that made this kid so likable.

Zhuang Mingyang secretly shook his head, thinking that his son-in-law's flattery skills had reached perfection.

"Actually, the tea you specially sent me last time was already excellent, but my tea is simply not available!"

Yang Huan knew that Mr. Zhuang liked to drink tea, and his own Tingyuxuan also sold tea, so he specially asked someone to select the best tea and send it to Mr. Zhuang for tasting, but compared with the tea leaves, it was still inferior.

"Ah Huan, I am blessed by you. I don't know how many times I have told my father about it before, but he refused to share it. I am satisfied just to have a sip this time!" Zhuang Mingyang said with a sigh.

It turns out that my own son is not as close to me as my precious grandson-in-law.

Yang Huan was a little puzzled when he heard this. "Grandpa Zhuang, this tea is so precious. Who gave it to you?"

When he asked this, both Mr. Zhuang and Zhuang Mingyang fell silent.

On the contrary, Yang Huan, after seeing their expressions, had already guessed something and realized that he shouldn't ask that question. It was too stupid. There were many things that he couldn't expect to have answers to.

Anyone who can give this kind of tea as a gift is definitely not an ordinary person.

Seeing that Yang Huan understood, Mr. Zhuang stopped talking, smiled, and poured them another glass.

Yang Huan, on the other hand, didn't really have much of a fondness for tea, but Zhuang Mingyang was different. He treasured every cup as if it were a treasure. It felt like he was drinking fairy wine, and he sipped it slowly.

On the other hand, Yang Huan would just pretend to taste each glass of wine and then drink it all in one gulp.

But in the eyes of Mr. Zhuang and Zhuang Mingyang, Master Huan's action was a complete waste of resources!

"This tea is for you to drink, what a pity!" Old Master Zhuang felt distressed when he saw Young Master Huan drinking cup after cup.

Yang Huan was helpless. He really didn't know how to taste tea, so what could he do? It was like a cow chewing on a peony.

However, no one present was a stingy person, so the topic quickly shifted from material desires to other things.

"You did a good job in Southampton this time, and he thinks very highly of you." Mr. Zhuang said suddenly.

Yang Huan was stunned for a moment, then he immediately realized that the "he" the old man was talking about should be the Great Master.

I've heard people say a long time ago that Dada has a very close relationship with the old man. From the fact that he appointed his father-in-law to take over the military department very early on, it can be seen that he has a close relationship with the banker.

"Now that you have returned to China and acquired Beijing Guoan, the higher-ups are also very supportive. They believe that there should be a professional club to set an example for other Chinese Super League teams. The football industry cannot be messed around. It needs people who understand football and the market to run it."

Yang Huan agreed with this very much and believed that it should be so.

"He saw your results in the UK and was very satisfied. When he heard that you decided to come back, he said at an internal high-level meeting that more talents like you should be welcomed back."

When Yang Huan heard this, he suddenly realized that it was no wonder that there was such a big commotion in the country recently.

It is certain that he is influential and well-known, but it is not to this outrageous extent.

Now almost the whole country is discussing his return to China and the acquisition of Beijing Guoan as a big event, talking as if he is about to become the savior of Chinese football.

No matter how narcissistic Yang Huan was, he didn't think he had such influence.

So, he has finally solved a mystery from the past.

When Zhuang Mingyang heard this, he suddenly said, "Ah Huan, when you were in the UK before, didn't you say that the Chinese Super League teams didn't spend enough money?"

"Well, what's the matter?" Yang Huan said with a clear conscience. This was indeed what he thought in his heart.

Zhuang Mingyang smiled bitterly. His son-in-law was good in every way except that he was too aggressive.

"He brought up what you said, thinking that other Chinese Super League teams are not bold enough. So, now everyone is staring at you, wanting to see what tricks you can come up with. If the stars you bring in are not of a high enough level..."

“No way?” Yang Huan suddenly felt a headache. Isn’t this just pushing himself into the fire?

"Now you know how to complain, right?" Zhuang Mingyang laughed. This wasn't a big deal, so it was okay to joke about it. "He also asked me to ask you, how much money do you plan to spend this time? Which superstars will you bring in? Can you give me the lowdown?"

"Isn't it?" Yang Huan was a little dumbfounded. He didn't realize that he had such a gossipy spirit?

When Mr. Zhuang and Zhuang Mingyang saw Yang Huan’s surprised expression, they burst into laughter.

"He is also a human being and he likes football. Now the football industry is related to the domestic economic transformation, and you are the benchmark he set himself, so naturally he attaches great importance to you."

Zhuang Mingyang casually explained, "Also, he said that if the timing and circumstances permit, he would consider going to your home stadium to watch a game and cheer you on."

"Is it true?" Yang Huan was delighted after hearing this.

But Mr. Zhuang coughed twice, as if he wanted to remind Yang Huan of something.

Young Master Huan was not a fool. He immediately understood what the old man reminded him.

Today, the fans of Beijing Guoan team do not have a very good image in the country. Many people even believe that Guoan has achieved its current status due to the unique advantages of the city.

If you really plan to watch the game in person, it will definitely deepen the outside world's misunderstanding of the Guo'en team.

Who is Master Ke Huan?

"Grandpa Zhuang, there is a saying that goes, 'A blacksmith must be strong himself to forge iron.' As long as we are strong enough, manage well enough, and achieve good results, no matter what others think, say, or say, it will not affect us. As long as we believe that this is right, that's all, isn't it?"

When saying this, Master Huan was very serious, even with a sense of righteousness.

Mr. Zhuang and Zhuang Mingyang looked at each other and were both a little surprised.

This kid, what he said sounds quite plausible.

"Uncle Zhuang, please reply to the boss. After one season, he is welcome to attend our final home championship celebration!"

Zhuang Mingyang was stunned. Wasn’t this a bit too much?

Or does he just have this kind of confidence?

But Mr. Zhuang's eyes flashed with a gleam of light and he secretly said "good".

Mr. Zhuang knows very well what kind of person he is, and he also knows what kind of person he likes.

No wonder Yang Huan is so important to him given his current performance.

"Mingyang, just tell Ah Huan what he said!"

"Oh." Zhuang Mingyang agreed.

Since the old man has spoken, then it must be correct.

"As for the matter of recruiting players..." Zhuang Mingyang looked at Yang Huan again.

Unexpectedly, the boy laughed and said, "Just ask everyone to pay more attention to the news. I guarantee that each of them is a famous superstar and will definitely surprise everyone!"

After he said that, even Mr. Zhuang and Zhuang Mingyang were piqued. Is it really that magical?

Who is it?

But no matter how they asked, even using the authority of their elders to intimidate him, Young Master Huan remained tight-lipped and refused to say anything.

In the end, I had no choice but to secretly reveal one of them. When the two heard it, they praised it.

"With this one, you have completed your mission!" said Mr. Zhuang with a laugh.

But no matter whether it was him or Zhuang Mingyang, they were equally curious. This one is such a big name, what about the other three?

"By the way, Ah Huan, there is something I want to ask your opinion on." Mr. Zhuang said suddenly.

"Well, Grandpa Zhuang, you ask." Yang Huan also became serious.

"He came to me before and told me that he thought Ziqing was doing quite well in Beijing and it would be a pity for her to stay there. He wanted to let her go and train at the grassroots level for a few years. What do you think?"

Yang Huan was a little confused at first, but he soon grasped one of the major signals.

This seems to be the rhythm of focusing on cultivating Zhuang Ziqing.

Considering Zhuang Ziqing's current age and her rank in the capital, she is sent to the grassroots for training, definitely in order to be able to come back in the future.

According to tradition, when she comes back, her future will be limitless, even...

Thinking of this, Yang Huan found it a little hard to believe. Is this possible?

But everything is possible!

"Grandpa Zhuang, I'm not worried about her ability, but I'm worried about whether she can handle the intrigues and power struggles."

Yang Huan has always felt that Zhuang Ziqing’s personality is not suitable for officialdom.

If you are in Beijing, you will have Zhuang Jia and Zhuang Mingyang watching over you, but if you are transferred to the grassroots level, you will have to rely on yourself for everything.

As for ability, Yang Huan has nothing to worry about, but she has a very good personality and doesn't like to offend people, so she is afraid...

"I have thought about this question, but the reason why they value her is because she has such a temperament. Besides, people should always be independent and learn to protect themselves. I have confidence in my granddaughter, and Mingyang also has confidence in his daughter. Don't you have confidence in your wife?"

Yang Huan thought about it, isn’t it?

If they are not afraid, why should I be afraid?

Besides, in this country, who can be more cruel than me?

"What did Ziqing say?" Yang Huan asked.

Old Master Zhuang chuckled, "I know my precious granddaughter. She will make her own decisions about work, but since this matter concerns you, I must ask you first. If you agree, I will tell her."

Yang Huan understood that Zhuang Ziqing had always been like this. If he refused, she would definitely refuse even if she wanted to.

But think about it again, if you marry a wife, you can't just tie her to your side all day and treat her like a vase, right?

True cherishing does not mean holding on to something tightly, but knowing how to let go and let it fly.

"Okay, if Ziqing agrees, I agree too."

After that, Yang Huan added: "I will be more low-key in the future and try to let others come forward to avoid exposure."

Why does Yang Wenfeng want to be an invisible rich man?

Yang Huan knows it better than anyone else.

After hearing this, Mr. Zhuang and Zhuang Mingyang nodded continuously, knowing that Yang Huan was considering Zhuang Ziqing's political future.

They were even a little moved, because for a person as outspoken as Yang Huan, it must be quite unfair for him to live a low-key life, but he was willing to do so for Zhuang Ziqing, which was very rare.

But in Yang Huan's opinion, Zhuang Ziqing has sacrificed so much for him, so what does it matter if he keeps a low profile?

Besides, being low-key doesn’t mean doing nothing.

Just do what you should do, what are you afraid of?

Besides, his career abroad is basically on the right track. Even teams like Southampton don't require Yang Huan to worry too much. It would be better for him to enjoy himself and be the man behind a successful woman. It should be a very pleasant thing.

With Master Yi Huan's personality, he can always stir up some trouble, right?