Chapter 282 Saints Carnival

"Hey, you know what, it's really different!"

Yang Huan's smile made Huang Ying blush so much that she wished she could dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.

Young Master, could you please not be so blunt?

This guy must have done it on purpose and he's pretending not to understand. How despicable!

She stamped her feet secretly, but did not show any anger.

"Our busts may be similar, but mine is flat and yours is convex..."

Hearing this, Huang Ying was already sweating profusely, and she felt...

Master Huan, could you be any thicker-skinned?

She knew that Master Huan was teasing her on purpose, but she liked being teased by him!

"I guess when you designed it, you must have considered the effect and appearance after wearing it, right?"

Huang Ying just glared at him and didn't answer.

"Who came up with such careful consideration?" Yang Huan was really interested.

Many teams have the same jerseys for men and women, but some teams have special designs. For example, for giants like Real Madrid and Manchester United, the women's jerseys definitely have special designs.

But that's more just a matter of size.

However, Norman Foster and others even took patterns and effects into consideration when designing.

This is very careful indeed.

"It can't be you?" Yang Huan saw that Huang Ying didn't answer and tried to ask.

Huang Ying's face was flushed and nothing could be seen, but her expression was a little proud.

It seems to be saying, isn't that me?

Yang Huan burst out laughing, "It's really you!"

"You have a bright future. It's worth it for me to use the backdoor for you. You did a good job!"

It was a rare occasion for Huang Ying to receive praise from Young Master Huan, so she immediately smiled gently, feeling a little reserved and a little proud.

But soon, Yang Huan's words almost made her hide her head in shame.

"It goes without saying that this women's jersey is designed based on your figure."

As he said this, he clicked his tongue twice, "Strange, why not lower the neckline a little bit and show off your little three or four?"

Huang Ying almost fell down.

Is there anyone like you?

Making fun of someone's measurements in front of them?

Humph, it’s so infuriating!

How did I let this guy know my measurements in the first place?

At this moment, Sun Yue gently knocked on the door of Yang Huan's office.

It seemed like the kid was afraid of catching Yang Huan doing something inside, so he knocked on the door but didn't dare to open it.

Huang Ying didn't think it was a big deal, but Yang Huan just laughed.

"Come in!"

Sun Yue immediately poked his head in and found that Huang Ying was still standing and Yang Huan was still sitting, with an office desk between them. It was not what he had imagined at all.

Oh, Master Huan, why are you so incompetent this time?

Sun Yue glanced over, and his evil intentions were undoubtedly revealed.

Yang Huan raised his eyebrows. Wow, who do you think I am? Do I look like that kind of person?

Similar, oh, not similar, hehe, not similar!

Huang Ying also noticed that the two grown men were winking at each other behind her back, and the look in their eyes was indescribably weird.

I don’t know what she was thinking about, but she buried her head in her towering chest again.

"What's the matter? Tell me!"

"Master Huan, all the members we recruited have arrived. I have arranged for them to stay at the Grand Harbor Hotel. A special car will take them to Wangjiang Pavilion for lunch at noon."

Yang Huan nodded and said, "How many are here?"

"No more, no less, one thousand people."

"What about the twenty or so people in our country?"

"We're here too. I heard that Fatty Liu and his friends couldn't catch their flight, so they chartered a plane to come here."

Sun Yue added, "We notified some other more distant areas in advance, so they arrived in time."

Yang Huan wanted to hold a party before the Community Shield and then go to Wembley Stadium to watch the Community Shield game together.

This time, Southampton is participating as the FA Cup champions, and their opponent is the Premier League champions Manchester United.

Old enemy!

But Yang Huan is still very confident in his team!

After all, Southampton has become stronger overall after a summer!

Yang Huan was in a good mood when he heard that all the participants for the first members' meeting had arrived.

"Okay, take these clothes and let's go to Wangjiang Pavilion!"

Yang Huan stood up and saw Huang Ying. He smiled and said, "You can go too!"

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Today, Wangjiangge is the only three-Michelin-star Chinese restaurant in Southampton, and its business scale remains the same as before.

It's just that the parking lot outside has become larger.

There are always many self-driving tourists from London or other cities who come to Wangjiang Pavilion specifically for dinner.

Therefore, parking lots are very important.

When Yang Huan's Lagonda Conqueror slowly stopped at the gate of Wangjiang Pavilion, as soon as he got off the car, he saw more than a dozen luxury buses parked outside the gate, neatly lined up in a row, with the same color and the Southampton team logo in the same position.

When I looked at it, wow, it was so spectacular!

Many reporters who heard the news gathered outside the gate, but the restaurant, under Yang Huan's arrangement, kept them out.

As soon as the reporters saw Yang Huan, they all rushed over, took a lot of photos and threw a bunch of questions at him.

There was a lot of crackling noises, and I couldn't make out what was going on.

Yang Huan was already used to this kind of scene, he opened the car door and got out with a smile.

"Mr. Yang Huan, I'm from The Sun. Can I ask you a few questions?"

"I'm from the Times, Mr. Yang Huan. Can you answer a few questions for us?"

"Could you please introduce our interview, Mr. Yang Huan?"

"I'm from Spain. I heard that there are more than a dozen rich second-generations in Spain who have also participated in Southampton's membership plan. Can you tell us more about the details?"

"I'm from Le Figaro, France. Can you tell us your specific ideas?"

As soon as Yang Huan got out of the car, the group of reporters seemed to want to shove the microphone directly in front of him, and they all rushed to speak.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

That scene and that momentum immediately attracted the attention of everyone in Wangjiang Pavilion.

"That's Yang Huan?"

"My goodness, Le Figaro, Marca, Bild...they are all big newspapers!"

"Our boss is really amazing. He has attracted all these newspapers."

“Awesome!”

…

Yang Huan stood next to the car, watching the group of reporters in chaos, and he simply didn't say a word.

When everyone realized and calmed down, he nodded and said, "How can I answer you when you are so confused?"

After hearing this, a group of reporters also thought so.

"Well, let's do this like a press conference. Raise your hands and I'll call your names, one by one!"

The reporters at the scene all felt uncomfortable. Why should our uncrowned king be under his command?

But Yang Huan ignored them and shouted, "Start now!"

At once, all arms were raised.

Those reporters who still wanted to pretend to be famous saw that something was wrong and thought, "Everyone has raised their hands. Is it okay if I don't raise my hand?"

Then all the reporters raised their hands.

Yang Huan pointed at the one in front, "You first!"

The reporter was immediately delighted, looked around at his colleagues, and laughed, "Mr. Yang Huan, there are a thousand second-generation rich people gathered here. Are they really the new members of Southampton?"

Yang Huan shook his head, "It's fake, they are extras I invited!"

These words made the reporter's smile freeze.

But everyone present was stunned, followed by a burst of laughter.

Extras?

Isn’t this too funny?

What if we are fools?

"Next one!" Yang Huan didn't care about that and directly picked the next one.

"Mr. Yang Huan, can you tell me about your specific plans after recruiting this group of members?"

The reporter simply didn't ask whether it was true or not and went straight to the point.

Yang Huan laughed, "I don't have any plans. It's just too boring to spend money alone, so I want to find a group of friends with the same hobbies to eat, drink and have fun together. That's all!"

Let's eat, drink and have fun together...

This is indeed the typical thinking of the rich second generation.

But is it really that simple?

"Mr. Yang Huan, don't you really have any plans? After all, you collected 100,000 pounds in membership fees!"

Yang Huan immediately pointed at the reporter and said, "First of all, I must say that our membership charter states that the £100,000 membership fee is voluntary and there is no coercion. The team is not obliged to provide anything."

Everyone present felt helpless after hearing this.

You might as well not even mention recruiting members, just say you’re robbing people!

"Also, one hundred thousand pounds, is that a lot?"

This immediately left the reporters present speechless.

Yeah, is one hundred thousand pounds a lot?

That depends on who you are dealing with!

For someone of Master Huan's level, 100,000 pounds is just a small amount.

For those second-generation rich people with assets of over 100 million pounds, 100,000 pounds may only be pocket money for one month or even half a month.

But for this group of loser journalists, one hundred thousand pounds is bigger than the sky and wider than the sea!

"Okay, that's it, I have to get busy!"

After saying that, Yang Huan waved at them, turned around and left.

The group of reporters behind him finally reacted and immediately started taking pictures again.

It's quite depressing, isn't it?

He answered three questions, but not one of them was serious. All of them were perfunctory, and he even made a fool of the reporter.

But if you think about it, it’s no wonder he’s upset with reporters.

When he was recruiting members, how did the reporters attack and ridicule him?

When problems occurred on someone's website, causing the membership recruitment plan to be temporarily suspended, how did the reporters take advantage of the situation and gloat over the misfortune?

Now, they have received the membership, it has news value, and reporters are rushing to flatter them. Are they willing?

"It's all that fat guy from the Daily Mail!"

I don’t know who said this!

"Yes, it was Martin Samuel, who brought disaster upon all of us!"

"It's really like a bad apple spoils the whole barrel!"

"That fat guy better not get into my hands, or I'll write him to death!"

Yang Huan didn't care about the reactions of the reporters outside.

As soon as he reached the front door, the waiter immediately came forward to open the door and called out respectfully, "Master Huan!"

"Have all the guests arrived?"

"We're all here, at the open-air restaurant!"

Yang Huan took Sun Yue and Huang Ying in.

The lobby of Wangjiang Pavilion was not large enough to accommodate more than 800 people, so Huang Tianshun thought quickly and arranged the guests to an open-air restaurant by the river.

The scenery here is beautiful and the air is fresh. Although it is a hot summer, there is no sun today, so it is a bit cool instead.

Dining here is a real pleasure.

As soon as Yang Huan walked into the open-air restaurant, Nicola Cortes, Zhao Yuanfang, Cash Harris, who had come all the way from London, and others immediately surrounded him.

Everyone at the scene looked over at once.

Many people even stood up.

Yang Huan immediately stretched out his hand to signal those who had stood up to sit down, and smiled happily.

"Hello everyone, my name is Yang Huan, welcome everyone to join us in Southampton and become a part of us!"

As soon as Yang Huan finished speaking, there was a burst of warm applause from the audience.

“Thank you all for coming to Southampton. This is the first gathering of our Southampton members. We may not have much experience, so please forgive us if there are any problems. Feel free to point them out and we will definitely correct them!”

Yang Huan said this sincerely, and everyone present nodded in agreement.

"In short, everyone, in the next few days, in Southampton and London, eat, drink, and have fun to your heart's content. It's all on me! If anyone asks, just say we're called the Saints' Eating, Drinking, and Fun Group!"

Although they are a group of rich second-generations with no shortage of money, and although they have just paid a membership fee of 100,000 pounds.

But at this moment, hearing Yang Huan's generous promise, everyone cheered.

After all, they are all young people in their early twenties.

There were even a few rich second-generations who originally did not want to join but were forced to do so by their parents, and now they changed their minds.

At least the atmosphere felt good.

Who doesn’t like to eat, drink and be merry?

Right?