Chapter 209 Let’s Give It a Try
"Who is it?" Nicholas Cortes asked Zhao Yuanfang curiously.
"Yeah, Lao Zhao, who did you think of?" Sun Yue was also curious.
Zhao Yuanfang chuckled and really wanted to pretend to be cool by slowing down the pace and enjoying the feeling of being admired by his colleagues. However, when he felt the murderous looks from these people, he became discouraged.
Who made him the least experienced and hard to offend the public?
"Kevin Kelly!"
Zhang Ning nodded. "The founding editor of Wired magazine, a famous Internet guru."
She also knew a little bit about Kevin Kelly, but not in depth.
"What does Young Master Huan's idea have to do with Kevin Kelly?" Sun Yue was puzzled.
Could it be that the thing that Young Master Huan came up with casually has real business logic?
Zhao Yuanfang smiled bitterly, "I don't know either!"
"Then what the hell are you talking about!" Sun Yue almost punched him.
You made us brothers look a little excited. Are you trying to trick us into having fun?
"But I know that Kevin Kelly once said this in his book. He said that a thousand hardcore fans can support an artist." Zhao Yuanfang thought it was a coincidence.
Yang Huan proposed to recruit one thousand members, and Kevin Kelly also said it was one thousand hardcore fans.
There must be some connection here, right?
"And then?" Sun Yue continued to ask patiently.
"In fact, what Kevin Kelly meant by die-hard fans is that no matter what you create, they are willing to pay for it and even drive 200 kilometers to show their support."
"Go on!" Zhang Ning was also interested now.
"According to him, having too many die-hard fans is not good because it is impossible to form a healthy interaction, and it is impossible to have effective mutual cooperation and resource matching. So a thousand is best. Of course, if the development is good and there are rules in place, there can be more."
Nicola Cortes was confused. "What does this mean?"
"What this means is that Master Huan wants to gather a thousand die-hard fans of Southampton, and they are the kind of fans who have money, ability and resources. Who knows what he will do with this group of fans?"
Cash Harris still didn't understand. "But what gives people the right to join your club? One hundred thousand pounds? Do you really think rich people can open their own banks? Even if you print your own money, you have to wait for it to dry, right?"
Zhao Yuanfang was amused when he heard this. "That's the interesting part. At first glance, there's nothing, right?"
Everyone nodded.
"But if we dig deeper, we will find that as long as these 1,000 fans pay their membership fees every year, they will be permanent members. No matter how many more members Southampton has in the future, they will always be the oldest core members, and they will always have their own seats in the Chairman's Stand at St. Mary's Stadium!"
After Zhao Yuanfang said this, everyone really found it quite interesting.
"Kash said that the members paid 100,000 pounds in membership fees. It's a lot for us, but for those rich second-generations, it may only be their pocket money for a month or even a week."
"This £100,000 is designed with great knowledge. If it's too much, the rich second generation won't be willing and can't afford it. If it's too little, they will just treat it as a hobby and won't take it seriously, which will fail to motivate the members. Only when it's neither too much nor too little can they take it seriously."
When everyone heard Zhao Yuanfang's analysis, they thought it made some sense.
"Think about it again, Southampton is very popular among young people now, what is it based on?"
"Word of mouth! The interaction and attention on social networks! The club's crazy offensive football! In addition, our ability to beat Premier League teams with a lower-level league team makes us very attractive to young people."
"Master Huan wants to use this reputation, culture and style to bring together a group of second-generation rich people with similar interests, cognitions and values, so that they can interact, communicate, collaborate and infect each other, and then form an effect!"
"Look at Real Madrid. The business seats at the Bernabeu Stadium are where Spanish politicians and business celebrities gather. The boxes at Arsenal's Emirates Stadium are a paradise for the rich in London!"
"But they never thought of uniting this group of people into one!"
Having said that, Zhao Yuanfang felt that he could draw a conclusion.
"I think Master Huan is going to do something that has never been done before in the history of the football world!"
Zhao Yuanfang didn't think so much about it at first, but the more he talked, the more he felt that it made sense.
According to previous thinking, every step taken by Young Master Huan must have a deeper meaning.
So now, if you think about it carefully, it is really not simple.
I have to say, his words were indeed quite bluffing.
At least several people present were intimidated by him.
"But there is a problem!" Cash Harris thought it made sense, very, very sense.
"What's the problem?"
“Can Southampton attract these 1,000 rich second-generations to join the club?”
No matter how high-end and classy your words sound, no matter how exaggerated they are, the key question is, will people buy it?
When Cash Harris asked this question, no one present could answer it.
Southampton is really hot now!
I believe that after the upset in tonight's FA Cup final, the media around the world will hype it up tomorrow and it will surely be even more popular than it is now.
But the question is, can a thousand hardcore fans make up this number?
"Let's give it a try!" Zhao Yuanfang was at a loss.
Sun Yue shrugged helplessly, "As Master Huan often says, no matter how much you think, it's better to go out and do it. Let's give it a try!"
Nicola Cortes also sighed, "Then let's give it a try!"
When Cash Harris saw that Yang Huan's three right-hand men all said they wanted to give it a try, what else did he have to say?
“We can only try!”
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No one knew that behind this seemingly lively and successful celebration banquet, there was actually a plan to steal money.
Yang Huan didn't know that his subordinates had been researching and figuring out so much behind his back.
He was the absolute protagonist at the celebration banquet, drinking and toasting with the guests who came to celebrate, having a great time.
In a good mood, he simply asked the people from Wangjiang Pavilion to invite the group of reporters outside in for a drink and a meal.
It wouldn't be good for us to eat and drink to our heart's content inside while leaving them outside in the sun and wind, right?
Yang Huan's move was immediately supported by this group of hard-working reporters.
Nowadays, who is willing to be so nice to these paparazzi?
Such a good man, I would feel guilty if I didn't praise him to death in the newspaper!
The atmosphere of the entire celebration banquet was very warm.
Especially the Southampton players, who have endured for a whole season, this time they can finally let go and drink and eat meat. That feeling can be described in only one word: awesome!
The fight got so bad that they even washed the FA Cup trophy, poured beer into it, and drank from it in big gulps.
By the end of the drinking, all of these guys were very drunk and unconscious.
Seeing them like this, it doesn't look like they can go back to Southampton.
Yang Huan waved his hand and immediately asked someone to book rooms at the nearest Kensington Hilton five-star hotel, one for each guest, and then sent this group of guys who were obviously drunk to there.
He also requested a presidential suite for himself.
"I'll wait for you upstairs!"
As soon as they entered the hotel, Yang Huan leaned close to Zhang Ning's ear and whispered something.
Seeing Yang Huan turning around and walking away with such grace, Zhang Ning's ears suddenly turned red.
How does this guy still remember?
Moreover, he said it in front of Huang Ying and Lin Yuna, and I don’t know if they heard it or not.
"Sister Zhang Ning, what did Young Master Huan say to you?" Lin Yuna asked curiously.
It was obvious that Huang Ying was also very curious.
Judging from their expressions, Zhang Ning probably didn't hear it, so he felt relieved.
"Nothing, let me go do something later."
When she talked about getting something done, her tone was filled with guilt.
She herself had no idea what would happen tonight.
Even though we have agreed on it, what if he insists on forcing himself?
At least Zhang Ning knew very well that if Yang Huan forced her, she would have no way and would not be able to refuse.
But she didn't want to, because she didn't want to become a burden in Yang Huan's heart.
She understood Yang Huan's character and also understood Yang Huan's feelings for her. Once they had a relationship, he would definitely not obey his family's opinions.
But she had to consider Yang Huan.
With his status and background, he should find a girl of equal status to marry.
If he married her, Yang Huan would be pointed at and ridiculed by others all his life.
She doesn't want this.
If you love him, you want to give him the best and make him happy forever!
This made Zhang Ning hesitate for a long time outside Yang Huan's door. She didn't dare to open the door because she was afraid!
Just as she was hesitating, the hotel waiter came over curiously.
"Hello, who are you looking for?"
Zhang Ning was so scared that he immediately pointed to Yang Huan's room and said, "I'm looking for him!"
So, I quickly opened the door and went in.
He rushed into the door in one go and locked it behind him. Zhang Ning was still gasping for breath.
Patting her swollen chest gently, she was completely panicked and confused.
I had no strength left and could only lean my back against the door.
The presidential suite is neither small nor big.
As soon as you enter the door, the living room and bedroom are clearly visible, and you can also faintly hear the sound of a bath.
bath?
Zhang Ning couldn't help but think of something Yang Huan once said as a joke.
Wash yourself and wait for me at **!
This made her face turn red again.
The whole body feels like it's on fire, hot and scalding, and I even feel itchy in many sensitive parts of the body.
This feeling was wonderful, something she had never experienced before.
"Who is it?" Yang Huan shouted inside.
Zhang Ning didn't dare to answer.
"Don't talk, I'm coming out!"
Zhang Ning panicked, "Me!"
"oh!"
Then there was no sound again.
This made Zhang Ning feel relieved.
If this guy just rushed out like this, then...
She couldn't help but imagine the image of Yang Huan without clothes emerging in her mind.
But the thought of this made her feel so ashamed that she wanted to slap herself hard on the ears.
You silly girl, what are you thinking about?
With a creak, the bathroom door opened.
Yang Huan walked out with a bath towel wrapped around his waist.
Perhaps because he insists on swimming every day, he maintains a good body shape, has no extra fat, and has six abdominal muscles.
"The handsome guy came out of the bath. Are you blinded?" Yang Huan asked with a smile.
Zhang Ning's face turned red again, and she spat viciously, "Who's looking at you?"
"Don't want to watch?" Yang Huan pretended to be depressed. "Even though I have such a good body, I can't arouse your interest. It seems that I can only use my ultimate move and use my killer move!"
As he spoke, Yang Huan reached out to untie the knot of the bath towel around his waist.
This immediately frightened Zhang Ning so much that she screamed and quickly hid in the bathroom.
"Hey, wash yourself clean. If you can't wash yourself clean, don't come out!"
After saying that, he wiped his body happily, humming a little tune as he did so.
"You are my little apple. I can never love you enough. Your rosy little face warms my heart and lights up the fire of my life..."
Zhang Ning in the bathroom almost collapsed after hearing this.
This pervert still has the mind to sing?
But soon, Yang Huan's urging voice was heard from outside again.
"Hurry up, I'll go to bed and wait for you, come quickly!"