Chapter 253 The Ultimate Rich Second Generation

"Lewis, I just sent your latest interview to your email. Did you receive it?"

"Yes, that's the one. The interview with Javi Martinez will be on the front page tomorrow."

"Okay, I'm in Staplewood and will be back soon. Ask them to get ready."

"Yeah, okay, see you later, bye!"

All the way out of the training building, Charlene Lahri was on the phone.

Now she has become the most core member of the Southern Echo. Even the editor-in-chief Lewis has to listen to her most of the time, which also makes her position in the newspaper quite transcendent.

There is no way around it. Today, the sales of The Southern Echo depend largely on some inside information from Southampton.

Through these inside information, some exclusive news can be published to attract readers to buy. At the same time, it can also cooperate with peers, exchange information channels, and ensure the news resources of the Southern Echo.

And here, Charlene Lahiri undoubtedly plays a crucial role.

But now several major newspapers have started to recruit her, and the BBC is also considering making a football program tailor-made for her, so who knows whether she will continue to stay in the Southern Echo in the future?

Sitting in her red MINI, Charlene Lahiri let out a long sigh. She had to go back to write.

Otherwise, what will be the front-page headline tomorrow?

Being a reporter is actually a very tiring job!

Just as she was about to start the car, the passenger door was slammed open, and then she heard a figure flash by.

Someone is sitting here!

"Wow, what are you doing?" Charlene Lahiri was shocked.

"robbery!"

But the voice that came was Yang Huan's.

Charlene Lahiri glared at him unhappily. It had only been such a short time and she was scared twice by him. This guy did it on purpose.

“No money!”

"It doesn't matter if you don't have money. I'm a very casual person. If you have money, I'll rob you of your money. If you don't have money, I'll rape you. What do you think?" Yang Huan asked with a smile.

Charlene Lahiri wanted to continue glaring at him, but when she saw his playful smile, she just burst out laughing.

This smile was like a spring breeze, and the car, which was not spacious to begin with, suddenly became comfortable and cozy.

"What are you doing?" After laughing, his tone softened.

"I'm in a hurry to get back to write!"

"Just a ride." Yang Huan answered as a matter of course.

What is the relationship between us?

Can't I just hitchhike?

Isn’t that too stingy?

Charlene Lahri saw a Jaguar in the rearview mirror and immediately turned her head to look at the rear of the car, then at Yang Huan, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "My young master, your car is over there, you want to take my ride?"

Is there anyone who hitchhikes like this in the world?

Yang Huan is also thick-skinned, which is always his strength.

"My dear lady, you already know everything. Why bother to tell it to me? I am pursuing you, do you know that?"

Charlene Lahiri giggled. What she said was too shameless. Did she know how to be reserved and ashamed?

"You're chasing me?"

"yes!"

"Do you want me to say thank you?" She deliberately said the word thank you in a playful way.

"You're welcome, this is what I should do!"

Charlene Lahiri really lost to him, but she couldn't stop laughing.

"Well, Master, where are you going?"

"Go back to my house."

Charlene Lahiri was startled and immediately shook her head, "I'm not on my way."

She suspected that once she went home with him, he would do everything he could to trick her in, and then...

I can't send him home even if you kill me!

"Then let's go to Wangjiang Pavilion. We haven't had dinner yet."

Charlene Lahiri knew he was collecting a debt.

It’s embarrassing to say that I have owed him a meal for a whole year.

Forget it, I'll just go for it today.

"Is it okay for me to call the newspaper and tell them?"

Yang Huan nodded and said "hmm", then stopped talking.

Charlene Lahri called the editor-in-chief Lewis again, saying that she had something urgent to do and could not go back. She also promised that she would be able to submit the manuscript in time for tomorrow, and then hung up the phone.

"No wonder people say that beautiful women have privileges and don't need to explain when asking for leave!" Yang Huan joked with a smile.

Charlene Lahiri rolled her eyes at him in annoyance.

That cute look seemed to be saying, just go ahead and say it, I will tolerate you today anyway!

Start the car, drive and head straight to Wangjiang Pavilion.

The unlucky Long Wu was all alone, driving his Jaguar and following behind, and he had no idea what it felt like.

So, these days, men still feel more comfortable with a companion.

When we arrived at Wangjiang Pavilion, it was already dark.

It was meal time and there were many guests.

As soon as they saw Yang Huan, the service staff immediately came over to greet him.

"Master Huan, good evening!"

"Yeah!" Yang Huan opened the door and got out of the car. He looked inside and saw that it was crowded.

"Just stay outside, be romantic!"

"Understood!" The waiter noticed Charlene Lahiri, nodded with envy on his face, and immediately ran in to take care of it.

Charlene Lahri got out of the car and followed Yang Huan into Wangjiang Pavilion.

People dining in the restaurant lobby noticed them immediately.

"Wow, it's Charlene!"

"It's really her!"

"Oh my God, I am not seeing things, it is really Charlene Lahiri!"

"She's so beautiful! She's much prettier in person than on TV!"

"Yeah, this is the first time I see her!"

"Who is that handsome guy she came with? Why is everyone so polite to him?"

"This is your first time at Wangjiang Pavilion, right? You are the boss of Southampton and Wangjiang Pavilion."

"Oh, is that the rich second generation who claims to want 100,000 pounds to recruit 1,000 members?"

"What did the Sun say? The most outrageous money grabbing scheme ever!"

"I originally thought he would look fierce and like a gangster, but unexpectedly, he is quite gentle and handsome." A woman kept winking at Yang Huan who was walking towards her.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop being such a fangirl. Do you think I'm dead?" The man sitting at the same table with her was unhappy.

Humph, isn’t he just a handsome guy?

What's so great?

If my eyes were bigger, my nose was straighter, my eyebrows were thicker, and my mouth was smaller, I would also be a handsome young man!

Yang Huan always ignored these kind of flirtatious, envious, jealous and hateful looks and walked past them calmly.

It's like they don't exist!

As for Charlene Lahiri, she is now a well-known celebrity in the UK and is naturally used to such attention.

The two walked through the lobby and went to the open-air dining area by the river.

But the commotion it created attracted the attention of the people in the box on the second floor.

"Is he Yang Huan?" A British man in his sixties asked the people around him.

"Yes, he is Yang Huan."

The Englishman nodded continuously. "Go call the manager and tell him that I want to visit him."

"Understood!" The subordinate immediately took the order.

Yang Huan and Charlene Lahiri arrived at the open-air dining area, again attracting a flurry of attention and excitement.

I sat down at a spot with the best view and the least chance of being disturbed by others, ordered a few dishes casually, and sent the waiter away.

"I heard that after eating at Wangjiang Pavilion once, Abramovich was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He threatened that he would never eat Chinese food again, and he even forbade his own people to eat Chinese food."

Charlene Lahri smiled and took the initiative to mention the newspaper report.

Reporters are omnipresent. Although they are not at the scene, they can guess many things almost accurately.

Yang Huan felt very happy when he thought of Abramovich who was so angry that he vomited blood.

"He deserves to bleed so much. He actually came to my territory and wanted to show off in front of me? Isn't this like lighting a light in the toilet, courting death?"

Hearing him speak so proudly, Charlene Lahiri smiled but was also moved.

This guy is considered the best among the rich second generation!

In fact, many times, many of the things he did seemed to be nonsense at first glance, but there was a deeper meaning behind them.

I still remember that he filmed the splits advertisement of Lagonda Conqueror for Yoona before. Now it has become popular on YouTube, with more than 100 million hits, and it has caused a huge response around the world.

But what’s interesting is that he also filmed a video of Psy making fun of the ad, but deliberately didn’t release it at the same time.

After the splits advertisement became popular, he released a spoof video of Psy. As a result, the whole world was amused by him, especially Psy, who was even nicknamed the king of spoofs by his fans.

If you think about it carefully, he is actually a man who is very attractive to women.

Because he is full of mystery!

"If you continue to look at me like this, I will suspect that you are in love with me!" Yang Huan suddenly leaned closer and said.

Charlene Lahiri blushed and immediately stepped back. "How is that possible?"

"Why are you still staring at me? It makes me feel embarrassed!"

Charlene Lahiri giggled again. "Are you embarrassed?"

"certainly!"

"I thought your skin was so thick that even bullets couldn't penetrate it!"

"Indeed, bullets can't penetrate, but Cupid's arrow can. I don't know why, but when I see you, I tend to blush and my breath quickens. Tell me, is this what true love is?"

Charlene Lahiri burst out laughing.

If it wasn't a public occasion, she would have laughed out loud without caring about her ladylike image.

"I'm just telling the truth. Is it necessary to laugh like that?" Yang Huan pretended to be aggrieved.

This made Charlene Lahiri giggle again.

"By the way, you still owe me three selfies every day for one month!" Yang Huan blurted out.

Charlene Lahiri suddenly stopped laughing.

Not only could she not laugh, but her face turned red, she lowered her head, and continued to drink water to hide her shyness.

Yang Huan was very proud of himself now.

Just laugh, keep laughing, and see who laughs last!

"You haven't brought in Drogba yet!" Charlene Lahri resisted.

But there is really no basis for saying this.

Because she has confirmed from her own channels that Drogba will join Southampton.

"Okay, keep talking tough. I'm waiting to get your photo anyway!"

He even wondered if he could ask Wang Lin and Zhu Liangcheng for help to make all the photos he received in his self-destructing account indefinitely valid?

But he quickly suppressed this tempting thought.

Our Young Master Huan has always prided himself on being a romantic but not vulgar person, and doing such things is beneath his dignity.

Besides, there is no impenetrable wall in this world. If it is exposed, it will damage your image.

This kind of thing is not cost-effective, I will never do it!

"Don't worry, I will accept the loss!" Charlene Lahri is quite principled.

Isn't it just a photo of her without clothes?

"You have backbone. I like this kind of character of yours the most!" Yang Huan immediately smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

Just at this moment, the hotel manager Huang Tianshun came over.

He came to Yang Huan's table, leaned over, and whispered, "Master Huan, there is a guest from London, the Duke of Westminster, who wants to meet you."

"Duke of Westminster?" Yang Huan frowned.

Never heard of this person?

But hearing his title, Duke, it seems quite impressive.

"Are you talking about the Duke of Westminster of the Grosvenor Group?" Charlene Lahri had heard of him.

Yang Huan didn't know if it was true or not, "Do you know him?"

Charlene Lahiri was depressed. Who in the whole of Britain didn't know her?

"I've heard of him but never met him. He's the richest man in the UK and runs a real estate business."

Wow, it turns out they are from the same business as ours!

Yang Huan was interested now.

Since he is here, and he is a duke, it would be unreasonable not to see him.

"Then let's meet."

Charlene Lahiri smiled bitterly. Why did this young master speak as if he was an emperor summoning his subjects?

"Right here?" Huang Tianshun felt that it was not appropriate.

There are so many people here, pointing and talking. How can I talk?

Yang Huan also thought it made sense. "Put it in my box. I'll be there right away."

He has an exclusive box in Wangjiang Pavilion, on the second floor, the one with the best view.

"Okay!" Huang Tianshun took the order and left.

But Yang Huan felt strange.

What did the richest man in the UK come to see me about?