Chapter 255 African Andy Lau

Never thought about it?

Damn, is this a scam?

The Duke of Westminster's expression became very interesting.

He felt like a fat sheep who was deceived and ripped off, but still foolishly helped others count money.

But he really wanted his son to stay with Yang Huan for a while.

He knew that since this young master arrived in England, he had done so many things, and almost none of them had failed.

This time, even Prince William asked to join, saying that he was planning to set up a youth entrepreneurship foundation or something like that.

He planned to let his son join the club. On the one hand, he hoped that his son could make some progress and learn some skills from Yang Huan. After all, it is easier for young people to learn from young people.

On the other hand, even if he doesn't learn anything, it will be helpful for his son's future if he can have a good relationship with Prince William.

Besides, who can afford to pay an annual membership fee of 100,000 pounds?

What will the future look like for this group of people?

Just for this reason, you will definitely not lose!

Of course, the prerequisite is that Yang Huan can really recruit so many people.

But it doesn’t matter if we can’t recruit him, it’s just 100,000 pounds, right?

Charlene Lahiri's thoughts were not as complicated as the Duke of Westminster's. She felt that Yang Huan was a talkative guy who had even fooled the Duke.

But she was also very curious, was Yang Huan really just fooling around?

If it was really just nonsense, who was the Duke of Westminster and why would he send his son to him?

"Of course, Your Excellency, I am not just recruiting members in the UK. My target is the whole world. As long as you can afford the membership fee and promise to come to every game, I will accept you!"

At this point, Yang Huan laughed and said, "I just don't believe it. There are so many rich second-generations in the world, but there are still not enough to make up a thousand of them."

The Duke of Westminster laughed and nodded. It made sense.

"Mr. Yang Huan, I won't say much. I'll leave this matter to you!"

"Okay, okay." Yang Huan said modestly.

But the expression... well, it's a little hypocritical, a little fake.

"I'm planning to organize a party in London in a few days. If you are free, Mr. Yang Huan, please come and join us."

"Of course, I'll go when I have time!" Yang Huan said with a perfunctory smile.

"Ms. Lahiri, please come along!" The Duke of Westminster looked at Charlene Lahiri and said.

"Okay, thank you, Your Excellency the Duke."

Charlene Lahiri watched the Duke of Westminster leave with mixed feelings.

For many people, this is definitely a godsend opportunity to enter the upper class.

But she knew in her heart that she was able to enjoy this honor thanks to Yang Huan.

Having such an opportunity will be of great benefit to her future development.

Who does the Duke of Westminster associate with?

They are either tycoons, political celebrities, or socialites. At the very least, they are big names in the entertainment industry.

As a little-known journalist, she really couldn't climb up to such a high position.

"Hey, are you going or not?" Charlene Lahri looked at Yang Huan and asked.

"Where are you going?" Yang Huan asked curiously.

"Go to that party he mentioned."

"He was just saying it casually, do you take it seriously? Yang Huan thought it was a little funny.

"Even if it's true, I'll have to see if I'm free. I'll go if I have time."

"Oh." Charlene Lahiri was speechless.

She was certain in her heart that if Yang Huan really invited her, she would go, and if Yang Huan didn't go, she wouldn't go either.

"By the way, have you been talking about us recruiting members recently?"

Yang Huan has been very busy recently and hasn't paid much attention to the news.

Charlene Lahiri looked at him and realized that he really was unaware, so she smiled bitterly and nodded.

"You yourself have done something wrong, and you don't even know it? Now the entire media is almost treating this as a joke."

It’s no wonder. Which football team would receive 100,000 pounds in membership fees?

If the fees are really that high, how much membership fees would Manchester United, Arsenal, Manchester City and other teams with so many members have to pay?

Of course, this comparison is inappropriate.

Southampton’s membership and other teams’ membership are two different concepts.

But for the media, no matter what it is, as long as it has a gimmick and is promotional, I will hype it up and increase sales first.

However, this also indirectly helped Southampton with publicity and promotion.

I'm afraid that now everyone in the world who pays a little attention to this team knows that Southampton is recruiting a thousand core members.

Yang Huan has always ignored the hype from outside media.

"Treat it as a joke? We don't even know who is the joke!" Yang Huan said with a proud smile.

If it was before, he wouldn't have much confidence.

But now, don’t you see that the richest man in the UK is scrambling to send his son to me?

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In the morning, walking on the streets of Johannesburg, South Africa, 55-year-old Baloch looks no different from the countless black compatriots passing by him, even the way he is dressed is similar.

You can't tell at all that he is the boss of a company.

Not to mention, his company's client list includes world-class brands such as Coca-Cola, Adidas, and Nike.

At first glance, he looked like a black guy from the slums.

I walked on the zebra crossing, crossed the road, and came to a supermarket run by Chinese across the street.

As soon as you enter the door, the bell rings and the boss knows that a guest has arrived.

"Daily Sun and Sunday Times!" Baloch stood in front of the cashier counter, tapping the table lightly with his fingers to the rhythm of the music, and twisting his body to the melody.

Both are the largest-selling newspapers in Africa.

The Daily Sun has nothing to do with the Sun of the British News Corporation. It is a newspaper of a listed media group in South Africa, published once a day, with a readership of millions.

As for the Sunday Times, it is a weekly newspaper and its sales are also very high.

Such newspapers are sold in every supermarket.

After taking the newspaper, Baloch grinned with white teeth on his dark face, "Boss, next time don't listen to your Chinese songs, listen to ours!"

"I got it!" The Chinese boss agreed with a smile.

But every time he came, he still listened to Chinese songs that Baloch could not understand at all.

After taking the newspaper, Baloch did not leave. Instead, he walked to the supermarket freezer, took out a bottle of water, found a stool in the corner, moved to the checkout counter, sat down, opened the newspaper and started reading.

What’s interesting is that, whether as a daily or weekly newspaper, the front-page headlines of the two major newspapers today are actually the same story.

Drogba joins Southampton!

"Southampton?" Baloch hissed, thinking hard, which team is this?

"Boss, do you know Southampton?" asked Baloch.

The Chinese boss smiled and shook his head, "I don't know, I haven't heard of it."

"You guys only know how to make money and are not interested in football!" Baloch joked with a smile.

"We know you made your fortune from football, and we also know you are a fan!" Chinese bosses are used to this.

This Baloch is a well-known figure in several nearby streets.

He used to be a painter in the slums, but later he had a crazy idea. He thought of using high-temperature tools to cut open the safety helmet, then paint the team flag and logo on it in various colors, and then insert a loudspeaker.

Whenever the team loses, they take it off and throw it to the ground to vent their anger.

Therefore, this kind of hat has another nickname, called the fan venting hat.

During the World Cup in South Africa, the products were selling like hot cakes, and even brands like Coca-Cola and Adidas came to him to place orders to be given as gifts.

"I just wonder, why did Drogba go to Southampton instead of staying in Chelsea?"

Baloch muttered to himself, then lowered his head and continued reading his news.

This is even more strange.

A Championship team with a Chinese owner.

"Hey, look, have you Chinese gone to England to buy a football team?" Barocci asked, pointing at the newspaper.

The supermarket owner laughed again, "How should I know? I'm here 24 hours a day, how could I possibly know?"

"Oh." Baloch shook his head again.

It feels like it is saying, actually, you are quite pitiful.

It’s not easy to make money these days.

"Holding a press conference on WeChat? WeChat? What the hell is that?" As Baloch continued reading the news, he noticed this term.

This time he was really talking to himself and didn't have any hope in the supermarket owner.

He even took out his cell phone and planned to call his friends to ask.

"WeChat, I know that." The supermarket owner was very proud.

"You know?" Baloch was a little surprised.

"I don't know anything about football, and I don't know anything about the Deportivo you mentioned, but I know WeChat."

"What is that?"

The supermarket owner pulled out a drawer, took out his mobile phone, turned on the screen, and pointed at a green icon inside.

"Here, this is it."

"What is it used for? Playing videos?" Baloch asked.

“No, it’s for chatting.” The supermarket owner said with a smile.

That look seemed to be laughing at him, you kid is really funny.

Treat WeChat as Youdou.

"For chatting? A social tool?" Baroch understood a little bit now.

"Well, it seems so. Anyway, I use it to connect to the wireless network and chat with my relatives in China. It's very useful, I think." The supermarket owner smiled and showed the functions of WeChat to Barocci.

Baloch found it interesting and immediately downloaded it on his mobile phone.

I downloaded it using wireless network, the speed was amazing and it was done quickly.

Subsequent registration and the like will be more convenient.

It was only after completing the registration and logging into WeChat that he discovered that among the hundreds of friends in his address book, no one was using it, and he was actually the first one to use this tool.

interesting!

WeChat quickly popped up an interface asking whether to notify friends that you are using WeChat.

"Hey, of course I have to notify them!" Barocci felt that this was a very honorable thing.

Soon, the notice went out.

After sending the WeChat message, Baloch opened WeChat and searched for Drogba. He quickly found Drogba's celebrity account and followed it. The whole process was very simple and easy to understand. Even if he had never come across it before, he could understand it at a glance.

"Drogba is holding a press conference. Do you want to attend?" WeChat sent a reminder.

Baloch chose yes without hesitation.

Soon we entered the press conference site, and there were people at the top.

Upon seeing it, Baloch was dumbfounded.

Wow, more than five million people, isn’t this too outrageous?

Below are several options, including asking questions, exiting, etc.

The middle of the screen looks like a press conference, with questions and answers constantly popping up.

"Hello, I am a fan from China. I would like to ask, Mr. Drogba, what do you think of the nickname of African Andy Lau?"

Soon, Drogba gave a reply, and the color of his font was more eye-catching.

"Andy Lau? I don't know who he is. Is he famous? Why did you give me this nickname?"

When Baloch saw this, he couldn't help laughing.

"Hey, boss, who is Andy Lau?"

He spoke in pinyin, which was a bit awkward.

The supermarket owner didn't understand at first, but he guessed it after seeing the pinyin on the mobile phone screen.

"Oh, Andy Lau, a very famous star in China. He is very handsome."

"Handsome?" Baloch was dumbfounded. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, what he is most famous for is his handsomeness. He is extremely handsome." The supermarket owner is obviously a fan of Andy Lau.

With a bang, Barocci hit his head on the cash register, and the supermarket owner was so scared that he thought there was a big earthquake.

Then he burst into laughter without any restraint.

"Drogba? Is he handsome? If he is handsome, I would be Tom Cruise!"

The supermarket owner was puzzled when he saw him smiling so neurotically.

"What kind of holiday is today? Why are all the people acting so weird?"