Chapter 21 It’s Him!

Southampton is a quiet and reserved port city.

At seven o'clock in the morning, there was a light drizzle, which added a different kind of poetic and picturesque atmosphere to this old town with a history of more than a thousand years.

Charlene Lahiri is from London, but she likes the comfort and quietness of Southampton.

Holding an umbrella and walking on the road, you can see all kinds of cars along the way, and occasionally even a convertible with the roof open, driving slowly in the drizzle.

Southampton has few people, few cars, and narrow roads, so it is rarely crowded.

I walked to a corner and came to a grocery store.

There were several stacks of newspapers on the newsstand at the door, including famous newspapers such as The Times, The Sun, The Guardian, etc.

The local Southern Echo is indispensable.

In the past, the Sun often had the best sales, as the beautiful ladies on its pages could easily stimulate readers' desire to buy, while the Times and the Guardian all had their own audiences.

As for the Southern Echo, its sales have always been relatively poor, which also results in poor treatment and benefits at the newspaper.

But today, when Charlene Lahiri arrived at the newsstand, she didn't see the Southern Echo.

"Boss, give me a copy of the Southern Echo!" Charlene Lahiri thought it was not on display.

"Sorry, sold out!" said the grocery store owner with a smile.

"Sold out?" How is that possible?

"It's really strange today. Everyone is buying the Southern Echo."

When Charlene Lahiri heard this, she was stunned at first, and then she was surprised.

Last night she stayed up late to finish a special report to clarify the feud between Southampton and Alan Pardew, but her other report was adopted by the editor-in-chief and made the front-page headlines.

That is, Southampton’s new coach will arrive in Southampton today!

This piece of news came from a statement made by Yang Huan yesterday. She made some groundless speculations based on this piece of news.

Could it be that, just because of this, readers began to follow the book?

Charlene Lahiri was a little surprised, but didn't think much about it. She turned around and left the grocery store and walked towards the newspaper headquarters.

If it were in the past, the office of the Southern Echo would still be sleepy at this time, many people would not have woken up yet, and many people would not have had the chance to go to bed.

But today, when Charlene Lahiri walked in, she found that everyone in the office was discussing something excitedly.

As soon as Charlene Lahiri was seen, colleagues came forward one after another.

"Charlene, that's amazing! You know what? Your exclusive insider information sold out all our newspapers this morning!"

"Yeah, where did you get this inside information? Do you know who Southampton's new coach is?"

"Just now, many of my relatives and friends called me and asked me who the new coach of Southampton is. I don't know how to answer. Tell me, Charlene, who is it?"

There was a lot of discussion in the office, and colleagues gathered around Charlene Lahiri and asked her questions.

This made the London girl feel helpless because she didn't know either.

But she clearly felt that in this city, Southampton was unique!

Two coughs were heard, and Lewis, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, came over. Everyone immediately dispersed and hurried back to work.

"Charlene, well done!" Lewis walked up to Charlene Lahiri and praised with a smile.

He recruited this reporter himself. He is very capable and created such a surprise not long after he arrived.

“By the way, is there any further news? This is very important. Now readers are looking forward to our further revelations, and we need further exclusive inside information to stimulate them.” Lewis asked with concern.

According to his initial estimate, today's inside information has at least doubled the sales of the Southern Echo. If there is another explosive piece of information, sales will continue to increase. However, for a newspaper, the most important thing is to continuously provide readers with some exclusive news reports, otherwise the readers will sooner or later be poached by other newspapers.

Charlene Lahiri thought of Yang Huan yesterday and the deal she had with Yang Huan. Her ears turned red, but she nodded heavily, "Yes, but I want to go to London."

"Oh?" Lewis didn't understand.

"I just received news that Southampton's new head coach will arrive at London's Heathrow Airport at 9:20 this morning. I guess Southampton will arrange someone to pick him up."

Lewis clapped his hands vigorously when he heard it. "Okay, that's it. Hurry up and get an interview. If not, we have to get photos. That way, we can be on the front page of tomorrow's news!"

As he said that, Lewis called two more people in the office, “John, William, you go with Charlene and help her!”

John and William are both veteran reporters and employees of the newspaper. In terms of seniority, they are above Charlene Lahiri. But now they have been transferred by the editor-in-chief to help Charlene Lahiri, which immediately makes them somewhat dissatisfied.

"Damn it, why should she?"

"In my opinion, she must be having an affair with the editor-in-chief, otherwise why would the editor-in-chief think so highly of him?"

"She made the front page news not long after she came here. Isn't this a blatant promotion for her?"

"That's right, she even asked us to help her. How fucking pathetic!"

Two middle-aged British reporters walked towards the parking lot angrily, cursing and complaining. Their voices were not loud, but they were deliberately heard by Charlene Lahiri who was following behind them.

The London girl was also very depressed. She knew that the newspaper office also had a seniority-based pecking order, so she would rather go by herself.

But the editor-in-chief has given the order, what can she do?

The three of them drove the newspaper's interview car and quickly arrived in London and arrived at Heathrow Airport.

Heathrow Airport is the largest airport in the UK and the busiest in Europe. Although its facilities are a bit old, it is very large.

Although I know the time, I have no idea where I am or where I came from.

When Charlene Lahiri arrived at the airport, she was like a headless fly, running around in a panic.

"I say, do you know where they come from? Heathrow Airport is so big and there are so many people. It's too chaotic. How can we find them?" John was a little angry. Did this little girl really have exclusive information?

"That's right, there are people everywhere. You have to tell us where to look?" William was also angry.

The two veterans were already feeling unhappy about being suppressed by a new girl, and now they were still at a loss. How could they not take advantage of this opportunity to suppress the other party?

Charlene Lahiri felt aggrieved, but she couldn't say much because she really had no idea what to do.

The time was getting closer and closer, but she had no idea what to do. What's the use of just knowing about Heathrow Airport?

That bastard must have planned this against me all along!

Don't give me the chance, or I'll make you pay!

"Little girl, don't say I didn't teach you. Don't think that you can make the front page just by hearing some intelligence and making groundless guesses. If you want to be a famous reporter, the most important thing is your network and strength."

John saw how aggrieved Charlene Larrett was and didn't want to say anything more. "You're still young, just bear with it!"

"That's right. Don't think that you can rise to the top just by relying on the editor-in-chief. The key is to have real ability."

"Come on, William, let's go over there and take a look."

Watching John and William leave, Charlene Lahiri felt a little sour in her nose, but she blinked stubbornly and soon calmed down. She originally wanted to come alone, and now she happened to be alone.

The entire airport hall is indeed too large, with many exits and entrances, a lot of people, and a lot of chaos. It can really be said to be the most chaotic airport in Europe. It is impossible to find someone in such a chaotic place.

Unless more accurate information can be obtained.

Thinking of this, Charlene Lahri took out Yang Huan's business card, gritted her teeth, dialed the number on it and called.

"Hello." Yang Huan's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Upon hearing this voice, Charlene Lahiri stuttered, "Uh...I..."

"Ms. Lahiri, I didn't expect you to call me and invite me to dinner?" Yang Huan on the other end of the phone laughed.

He got Charlene Lahri's phone number from Sun Yue and had already saved it in his cell phone address book.

"Yes, I'll treat you to a meal. Thank you for providing me with the clue." Charlene Lahiri felt relieved when she was recognized. "But I have a question now."

"A problem? That's good. I have a problem too." Yang Huan laughed.

Charlene Lahiri immediately remembered the transaction yesterday. Did that damn bastard mean to exchange privacy again?

"Okay, then you ask first." Charlene Lahiri had no way out.

She came to Heathrow Airport with such a large team, and if she returned empty-handed, the editor-in-chief would definitely give her trouble.

Yang Huan hesitated for a moment, "Excuse me, Miss Lahiri, how many times have you been in love?"

really……

Charlene Lahiri was a little overwhelmed. She knew that this guy had bad intentions.

"This question is too private. I think you don't have to answer it." Yang Huan said with a disgusting smile on the other end of the phone.

Charlene Lahiri wanted to kill him, but she could only answer.

"I've never been in love!"

"Never been in love?" Yang Huan was a little speechless. Such a charming beauty, are the British blind?

I believe no one will believe it, right?

"Is this the second question?" Charlene Larrett learned her lesson.

Yang Huan was stunned. It’s true.

"Okay, if I find out you're lying someday, I won't let you off easily."

It's best to press on the buttocks, whip them with a whip, drip with candles, and tickle the soles of their feet with feathers...

"Whatever you want!" Charlene Larrett felt a little proud. It felt really good to make Yang Huan feel humiliated.

"Now, please tell me, where is your new head coach?"

"You go outside, I'm with him in the parking lot." After saying that, Yang Huan hung up the phone.

Upon hearing this, Charlene Lahri turned around and rushed out of the airport terminal without hesitation. She looked at the parking lot from a distance and found that there were too many cars and she couldn't tell which one Yang Huan's was.

Just when she was about to call and scold Yang Huan, she heard a car horn behind her.

Frightened, Charlene Lahri quickly moved aside and saw a Bentley slowly stop in front of her. The window rolled down, revealing Yang Huan's annoying grinning expression.

"Hi, Miss Lahri!"

The person who greeted him was Charlene Lahiri, whose face turned pale with surprise.

She saw the man and was shocked.

It’s actually him!

Marcelo Bielsa!

The Argentine madman who just shined in the World Cup!

He's coming to coach Southampton?

My god, English football is going crazy!