Chapter 26 Yang Huan's Request

"Who is it? Don't you know I'm busy with something very important?"

As soon as Yang Huan answered the phone, he vented his anger.

So irresponsible!

Is it possible to make a phone call without notifying the owner in advance?

"Master Huan, it's me." Sun Yue looked aggrieved on the other end of the phone. As soon as he answered the call, he was scolded.

"If you have something to say, say it now. If you have to fart, fart now." Yang Huan was in no mood to talk nonsense with him.

"Two things!" Sun Yue hurriedly said, "First, we have recruited a few people in the Marketing and Public Relations Department. Second, Alan Pardew is at St. Mary's Stadium and he wants to meet you."

"Alan Pardew?" Yang Huan felt unhappy when he heard this name.

Sun Yue smiled on the other end of the phone, "Master Huan, I guess he's here to beg for mercy."

"Oh." Yang Huan understood immediately. "Since he is begging for mercy, he should act like a grandson begging for mercy. Let him wait over there. When I am happy, I will go to see him."

"I understand!" Sun Yue also thought that this was the right thing to do. Seeing how domineering this old guy was a few days ago, he felt unhappy.

"Oh, by the way, after get off work today, all of you should come to Kingham Palace. No, it used to be called Kingham Palace, but now it's called Wangjiang Pavilion. Come, I'll treat you to a meal, and by the way, invite everyone from Staplewood to come as well."

"I understand!" Sun Yue quickly agreed. It would be good to follow the young master. He would treat him to dinner every few days.

"What about Alan Pardew? Invite or not?"

"Leave him alone, and let him wait."

After saying that, Yang Huan hung up the phone and even turned off his cell phone.

"Alan Pardew comes to beg for mercy?" Zhang Ning guessed the general idea from Yang Huan's few words.

"Well, this old guy used to be so arrogant. If I don't curb his arrogance now, how can I survive in the future?"

Zhang Ning's face was filled with black lines. Do you really think you are a gangster, brother?

"Actually, you shouldn't make it too hard on him. After all, he's British, with a local hukou. If you make it too hard on him, you might end up with something else, and your advantage might turn into a disadvantage."

The human heart is the most unpredictable thing, and sometimes it doesn't even distinguish right from wrong.

"What are you afraid of? He was so arrogant at the beginning. If I don't give him some face now, does he really think I'm easy to bully?"

Zhang Ning shrugged. She was just reminding Yang Huan.

Sometimes she also understood that although Yang Huan seemed to be doing things in a nonsensical way, he actually had his own logic and principles in doing things.

In fact, he is not what he seems.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm afraid you will fall in love with me uncontrollably!" Yang Huan saw Zhang Ning staring at him, so he simply looked into her eyes.

"Bullshit!" Zhang Ning cursed and sat down to continue working.

Hearing a beautiful woman swearing was a refreshing experience. With her enthusiasm for work high, Yang Huan decided some things on the spot.

For example, all the dining tables in Wangjiang Pavilion can be named with Chinese characters, such as benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness, loyalty, filial piety, brotherhood, chastity and forgiveness, or music, chess, calligraphy and painting, etc. In short, they can be named according to this pattern.

There is also the consumption level of the restaurant. Yang Huan directly booked an average consumption of 80 pounds per person. Compared with the top restaurants in London, there is still a small gap, but in Southampton, it is considered a very high consumption level.

Zhang Ning argued with Yang Huan about the price, but ultimately failed to win the argument.

Time passed as they quarreled and bickered, as well as Yang Huan's occasional verbal teasing.

By nightfall, the staff of St. Mary's Stadium and Staplewood had received the news and arrived at Wangjiang Pavilion, which was no longer called Kingham Palace. Huang Tianshun had received the notice early and started preparing without stopping, and was busy in the kitchen.

The arrival of these people gave Huang Tianshun and the chefs a good opportunity to try the dishes. In addition, Yang Huan offered a generous reward system, so they all began to show off their skills and bring out their own unique skills.

As the dishes were served, everyone in the team was eager to devour them. The atmosphere in the entire Wangjiang Pavilion suddenly became extremely lively. Even Bielsa, who had just arrived, was experiencing such a scene for the first time. He felt it was very novel and a little excited.

Yang Huan took Zhang Ning and, accompanied by Nicola Cortes and Sun Yue, toasted at each table. Considering that the team had already started training, no one drank alcohol and instead drank freshly squeezed juice, but the atmosphere did not deteriorate.

Amidst the joyful atmosphere, Cash Harris walked in from outside with a British man in a suit.

"Master Huan." Cash Harris found Yang Huan, who was flirting with Zhang Ning, exhausted.

"Kaishi, why are you here?" Yang Huan stood up enthusiastically, "This is..."

"Let me introduce you." Cash Harris immediately pointed at the Englishman in a suit and tie who looked to be about 60 years old. "The chairman of the British Coaches Association, Mr. Howard Wilkinson."

Chairman of the Coaches Union!

When Yang Huan heard the name, he immediately guessed the reason and extended his hand with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Wilkinson."

It is estimated that this chairman is the reinforcement invited by Alan Pardew.

"Hello, Mr. Yang Huan. By the way, I have also been in China for a few months. I coached the team in Longhai City, Mr. Yang Huan's hometown. Is this fate?" Wilkinson does not have the dignity and arrogance of the chairman of the management organization.

Yang Huan is soft-hearted and will not tolerate tough treatment. If you are polite to him, he will be polite to you as well.

"I know that even now, there are still many Chinese fans who think that Mr. Wilkinson is the most talented foreign coach that Longhai City has ever seen. It's a pity that this fate was too short."

"Yeah, it's a bit regrettable." Wilkinson looked helpless when talking about what happened back then.

"Is it convenient for Mr. Yang Huan? Can we talk outside?"

"please!"

Cash Harris knew what they were going to talk about, and it was not his turn to get involved in this matter, so he stayed for dinner.

The two walked out of Wangjiang Pavilion, left the hustle and bustle, and began to feel the tranquility and elegance of Southampton.

I walked to the riverside, holding onto the guardrail, and felt the salty and humid sea breeze blowing in my face. I could also faintly hear the noise made by the yachts and sailboats on the dock, which were driven up and down by the waves.

At this moment, Yang Huan thought of his own Sunseeker yacht, and thought to himself that he should find a chance to buy one and put it in Southampton.

"Mr. Yang Huan, I believe you are aware of my purpose." Wilkinson did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

"Yes, I understand."

"What do you mean?"

Yang Huan snorted and laughed, "Do you think I'll just let him go like this? Is it possible?"

Without waiting for Wilkinson to say anything else, Yang Huan continued: "I respect English football very much, but I will never respect Alan Pardew, because I don't see anything in this person that deserves my respect, because he has never respected me at all, otherwise he would not do such a thing."

"At the beginning, he recklessly attacked me, my team, and even my country, and none of you stood up to stop him. But now, I have relied on my own strength to redress the injustice and wash away the grievances. It is time for me to make the rumormongers pay the price, but you jump out and tell me that this is it?"

"Do you think this is fair to me?"

Wilkinson sighed. Alan Pardew had indeed gone too far at the beginning.

Speaking of which, he, the chairman of the coaches' union, was in a miserable situation. For this matter, he specifically found Cash Harris, and then contacted Yang Huan through Cash Harris. However, Yang Huan's phone was unreachable and his cell phone was turned off. This made him anxious and he rushed directly from London to Southampton.

Just now outside St. Mary's Stadium, he met Alan Pardew. He didn't look like a famous English coach at all. He was like a stray dog ​​abandoned on the roadside, at a loss as to what to do.

But all of this was his own fault!

"I understand your feelings, Mr. Yang Huan, but please also understand that football has always had its own rules. We have never advocated judicialization of football matters because we have always believed that excessive judicial intervention will destroy the existing football structure, which is something that all football practitioners and fans do not want to see."

Yang Huan knew this.

The Bosman Act was a special case back then. Since then, both the EU labor law and some laws of other countries have opened up privileges in the field of football. However, even with the Bosman Act, which was talked about by countless fans, it was ultimately difficult for this player to continue to gain a foothold in the football world.

This is an unspoken rule in European professional football.

"So what?" Yang Huan was puzzled. This had nothing to do with him.

Wilkinson smiled and said, "I was thinking that we might be able to punish Alan Pardew in other ways without resorting to judicial means, because this concerns the authority and independence of the football governing body. You should be able to understand our difficulties, right?"

Yang Huan thought about it. He originally just wanted to teach Alan Padew a painful lesson and had never thought of forcing anyone into a desperate situation. Besides, he really didn't take Alan Padew seriously.

"My request is very simple!" Yang Huan also put forward his own conditions. "First, he and his team must publish an apology letter in all newspapers to apologize for all their previous irresponsible remarks and clarify the facts. This is the premise. If we can't reach an agreement on this, then there is no need to discuss it."

Wilkinson thought about it and nodded, "Okay, I'll agree to it on his behalf."

"You guys also tell me the punishment, I'll listen to it, if I can accept it, I'll agree to it."

"A half-year ban and a compensation of five hundred thousand pounds will be used to compensate Southampton for its losses." Wilkinson was obviously prepared.

Yang Huan shook his head. "A half-year ban is too short, and a compensation of 500,000 pounds is too little."

"So what do you mean?"

"One year ban and one million pounds in compensation!"

Wilkinson smiled bitterly after hearing this. Alan Pardew was not a rich man to begin with, and now he has been suspended and fined. Isn't this going to cost him all his fortune?

However, this was also a painful lesson for him, allowing him to be smarter in the future and know who he can and cannot offend.

"Okay, I can agree on his behalf."

"Alan Pardew has his own character, and I won't be stingy either. I don't want the one million pounds and will donate it to the English Football Association. I will also donate another one million pounds, a total of two million pounds, to support England's youth training program."

Wilkinson was a little surprised. One million pounds was enough to bring in a very good player, but they just gave it up?

And donate another million pounds?

What kind of thinking logic is this?

But soon, he realized that Yang Huan didn't want money at all. What he wanted was fame, excellent fame!

"Okay, I agree!" If Wilkinson didn't agree to such a good thing, the people from the English Football Association would probably tear him apart when he returned.

The entire English football world knows that the Premier League is rich, but the English Football Association is a pauper.

Two million pounds is enough for the English Football Association to do a lot, especially now that the London Olympics is about to begin and there are so many places where money needs to be spent.

"Mr. Yang Huan, although this is the first time we meet, I have to say that you are very special."

"Really?" Yang accepted the compliment with a smile. He always liked being praised.

"This is my business card. If you have any problems in the future, feel free to come to me. I might be able to say a few words to you in many places." Wilkinson had a good impression of Yang Huan and handed over his business card.

Yang Huan took it and put it in his pocket without even looking at it. Suddenly, a question came to his mind.

"Mr. Wilkinson, can you help me get an extra spot for the special genius clause?"

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