Chapter 19: Comparison

Yang Group headquarters, Longhai City, China.

Yang Wenfeng sat in a soft and comfortable office chair, looking at a fax on the desk in front of him with a playful smile.

The most eye-catching thing on the fax is two big words written on it: IOU.

"Dear Mr. Yang Wenfeng, President of Yang Group, based on the promise you and your father Mr. Yang Baoping made to me before, about unconditional support for me, I now need you to fulfill part of your promise first. Please remit 500 million RMB to my account within three days. If you want to break your promise, I will not rule out resorting to legal means."

The person who signed the agreement is none other than our beloved son Yang Huan!

"Is this an IOU?" Yang Wenfeng pointed at the faxed IOU and asked his assistant, shaking his head and laughing.

"This doesn't look like an IOU at all. This is simply a blackmail letter. It even resorts to legal means. I..."

He wanted to curse harshly, but felt it was beneath his dignity, so he forced himself to hold it back.

Seeing that the boss, who was always calm and capable, had such an expression and reaction, the assistant beside him tried hard to hold back his laughter.

When he first saw the fax, he couldn't help laughing, thinking that this young boss was really capable of doing something funny.

It was obvious that he was short of money and asked his father for money, but he made it sound as if it would be illegal not to give him money!

Although Yang Wenfeng did not support Yang Huan's decision to start a business, he tried his best to protect his son in front of outsiders.

"What has he invested in recently? Is he short of money?" Yang Wenfeng asked.

"After the young boss arrived in the UK, he attracted a lot of attention. He bought Southampton for 15 million pounds. But on the first day after he took over the team, he fired the head coach. I heard that he also cursed English football as rubbish. Now the whole of Britain is in uproar and protesting."

When Yang Wenfeng heard this, he thought to himself, this is indeed Yang Huan's style. This guy is a troublemaker.

"There's nothing else. His personal secretary, Ms. Zhang Ning, called me a while ago and asked me to find a reputable construction company. They said they were going to build a new training base with an investment of 30 million pounds."

"The boss went to Argentina these two days and bought a player named James Rodriguez for six million pounds."

The assistant read the document in his hand, "Oh, by the way, the boss also bought a Chinese restaurant called Jin Han Palace. He said he would invest a sum of money to rectify and renovate it. It is still in the research stage."

"Football? Chinese restaurant?" Yang Wenfeng was a little confused, "What does this have to do with it?"

The assistant also had a wry smile on his face. "I asked Miss Zhang Ning, and Miss Zhang said that the boss doesn't like Western food, and said he wanted to buy a Chinese restaurant to make it convenient for him to have three meals a day." In the end, he didn't know what expression he should give.

The same is true for Yang Wenfeng, who bought a Chinese restaurant and spent hundreds of thousands of pounds on renovation and improvement, just for three meals a day?

Even he, as a father, doesn't have such luxury!

"In fact, Miss Zhang mentioned that this Chinese restaurant has great potential. And I think the boss's excuse for three meals a day may be an excuse. The real reason is that our country has been encouraging the export of soft power in recent years. Isn't a Chinese restaurant a manifestation of our soft power?"

"What do you mean?" Yang Wenfeng didn't quite understand. He was involved in many businesses, but none of them was in the catering industry.

"Chinese restaurants have not been doing well overseas in recent years, but as one of the three major cuisines in the world, Chinese food has always been very popular among consumers overseas, and the potential consumer group is still very broad. In the past, Chinese food overseas has always been low-end and mid-range. I think the small boss has a good vision to go high-end."

Yang Wenfeng didn't expect this, especially after listening to his assistant's analysis, it seemed to make sense.

When foreign Western food enters China, it becomes high-end and classy. But why is it that when Chinese food goes overseas, it tends to be more mid- to low-end?

"That's interesting. You should immediately arrange for some preparations in this regard and provide him with more intelligence and advice."

The assistant nodded immediately after hearing this. This was a great opportunity to hold on to the boss's big thigh. "I know, boss."

"Also, wire him the money, and tell him to not write an IOU that looks like the ransom note next time!"

When the assistant heard this, he burst out laughing.

Yang Wenfeng also laughed. He was a little looking forward to seeing what this brat could do in Europe.

Although he always felt that his son was not capable enough, in reality, which father doesn't want his son to be successful?

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Yang Huan had no idea what his father was thinking at this moment, because he was secretly looking at the beautiful woman.

The press conference hall at Southampton's St. Mary's Stadium was not big to begin with, but now it was suddenly crowded with people from twenty or thirty newspapers and television stations from the UK and Europe.

But in this small space of less than 100 square meters with dozens of heads gathered, there is a striking landscape.

Someone joked that you can tell a man's character from the part of a woman he sees when he first looks at her.

If you look at the face at first glance, he is a normal man; if you look at the chest, he is a pervert; if you look at the legs, he is a sex maniac; if you look at the buttocks, he is an old pervert.

If you look at feet, then congratulations, you have a special fetish.

Yang Huan is a very normal man, just a little lustful, so the first thing he looked at was breasts.

This also has something to do with her clothes. The white shirt has a slightly open neckline, and combined with the two high raised breasts, it can attract all men's attention at the first moment.

It’s just that this woman is a little cold and aloof.

Yang Huan secretly looked at the blonde beauty outside, then looked at Zhang Ning beside him, comparing them in his mind, who is older?

Zhang Ning felt Yang Huan's evil eyes and glared at him viciously, wishing he could pick up something and smash him to death.

"I say, Zhang Ning, are you 34C?" Yang Huan asked with a smile.

Zhang Ning turned his head to look away, pretending not to hear. How could he talk about such a private matter?

"Probably not!" Yang Huan clicked his tongue twice, in a very sure tone, "It's smaller than hers. The one outside is at least 35D."

Zhang Ning looked at his contemptuous look and said angrily, "How do you know I don't have it?"

"That's it!" Yang Huan laughed.

So, no matter how noble a girl is, she still cares about her body proportions.

Zhang Ning realized that he had fallen into a trap. He snorted coldly and said nothing.

"I didn't realize it's not small!" Yang Huan stared at Zhang Ning's breasts, feeling an urge to experience them with his own hands.

When Zhang Ning felt his gaze, her face turned red and she turned her head away, not daring to look at him again.

This pervert is so outrageous, discussing size in front of a girl is too much!

Just at this moment, Sun Yue walked in, and Zhang Ning immediately ran away, "It's okay here, I'll go to Jinhan Palace to take a look."

Seeing Zhang Ningfei running away as well, Sun Yue felt envious and surprised, "Master Huan, what happened to her?"

Sun Yue has always found the relationship between Yang Huan and Zhang Ning very strange.

They lived in the same double room in the hotel, but their relationship was not like that of a couple. Instead, it was like that of enemies. However, Zhang Ning obeyed Yang Huan's orders, and he had no idea what the relationship between the two was.

"Jealous!" Yang Huan smiled faintly and continued to look out through the gap.

Sun Yue followed his gaze and found that the blonde beauty that Yang Huan was looking at was also the focus of countless men in the audience.

"Oh, it's her."

"Do you know him?"

Sun Yue nodded. "When I gave her the gift just now, there was her signature. It was from the Southern Echo reporter, Charlene Lahri."

"Hey, Master Huan, I still have her phone number here."

When Yang Huan heard this, he turned his head and stared at Sun Yue with ill intent.

Sun Yue was stared at by Yang Huan, and he felt a little panicked. Did he flatter the wrong person? Could it be that the young master was an innocent boy?

"Do I look like a lustful person?" Yang Huan asked seriously.

Sun Yue immediately put on a smile and said, "No, Master Huan is a gentleman, how could he be lustful?"

"Yes!" Yang Huan accepted the compliment with a clear conscience, "Give me her phone number later."

Sun Yue almost fell down. This young master of his was really...

"She is 100% mixed-race. The British soil cannot produce beauties of this quality."

Yang Huan is very confident in his ability to appreciate beauties. In his previous life, he had fantasized about countless beautiful stars from Europe, America, Japan, South Korea and his own country. This has further increased his high standards for beauties.

Yang Huan would definitely not look down on those beauties who are a little average or have flaws.

This Charlene Lahiri is different from ordinary British beauties. She does not have the rough lines of British beauties. On the contrary, the contours of her face are very soft, her facial features are perfectly matched, and she looks very beautiful and charming.

But beneath the two slender willow-leaf eyebrows, a pair of charming amber eyes revealed toughness and coldness, making it difficult to approach her.

It is the hot summer now. Southampton is located at the southernmost tip of the UK. The daytime temperature is around 20 degrees Celsius, which is not hot. However, the press conference hall at St. Mary's Stadium is small, but many people have poured in, causing it to be a bit crowded and hot.

Charlene Lahiri was fanning herself gently with a notebook, lifting the collar of her shirt with her right hand from time to time and breathing heavily. This made all the men in the press conference hall involuntarily look at her, but no one dared to approach her.

"The press conference hall is still too small!" Yang Huan was at the back, looking at the situation in the press conference hall through the gap, feeling a little regretful.

If it were a little bigger, it would be more comfortable.

At least it can make these reporters and TV station staff more comfortable.

"In fact, Master Huan, not only is the press conference hall small, but even our stadium is small."

Sun Yue seemed to have been complaining for a long time. "Besides, it's not just the stadium that's small. I feel like everything is small, even the office. I can't find anyone to run errands. I have to go buy them a gift myself."

Yang Huan turned his head and looked at this guy who had become pampered and full of complaints. "I say, are you the young master or am I the young master?"

When Sun Yue heard this, he immediately smiled and said, "Of course, you are the young master, it is my duty to run errands for you."

"But, Master Huan, it's okay for me to run errands, but you know, we are short-handed, so it's hard to do our best. There are only two people in the entire marketing and public relations department, and one of us has to answer the phone, so I'm the only one left. It's hard to realize my ambitions!"

Yang Huan thought about it and it made sense. Look at those big companies. Their marketing and public relations departments are full of talented people.

"Well, then you go back and look at the situation and recruit a few people. They have to be smart and capable."

"Understood!" Sun Yue agreed with a grin.

At this time, Nicholas Cortes came over.

"Master Huan, everything is almost ready. Everyone is here. We can start now."

"Nikola, have you given out all the small gifts?" Yang Huan asked with concern.

Nicola Cortes nodded. "I have arranged for everyone to deliver the gifts. No one has been missed. In fact, there is no need to deliver gifts to everyone. Isn't it enough to just deliver gifts to the leaders? Besides, the gifts are too expensive."

"Expensive?" Yang Huan laughed when he heard it. "I just scolded him for buying it cheaply and being too stingy."

Nicola Cortes' heart almost broke into pieces.

Although the relationship between teams and the media is interdependent these days, in reality the media relies more on the teams.

Especially in the UK, where the whole country is full of football fans, the hottest topic is football, even more so than current political topics. Therefore, all media newspapers and TV stations are scrambling to grab football resources.

So, now it should be the media that is supporting the football team.

But why did Yang Huan do the opposite?

However, Nicola Cortes has gradually figured out the character of his boss.

Yang Huan strives to do things to perfection and he never cares about how much money he spends.