Chapter 29 Will you be my girlfriend?

"The third thing is that Southampton has always been a benchmark for youth training in England. We at Southampton have always attached great importance to youth training. We know better than anyone that no matter how hard the situation is, we cannot let rookies suffer, and no matter how poor the situation is, we cannot neglect youth training."

Yang Huan was just talking nonsense on the spot. He just did whatever sounded good and whatever sounded high-end and classy. He even went so far as to plagiarize famous quotes from great men on the spot.

"In view of the slow progress of the English youth training promotion plan hosted by the English Football Association, we in Southampton also feel the same, so this time we decided to donate 2 million pounds to strongly support the English Football Association to promote the youth training plan. We hope that in this way, we can call on more professional teams to invest in this public welfare cause."

If the decision to let Alan Pardew go just now surprised the reporters on the scene, then now, donating two million pounds to the English Football Association for no reason has shocked everyone.

Everyone knows that donating to the youth training program is a high-sounding term, but in fact it means donating to the poor organization, the English Football Association.

Could it be that Southampton wants to bribe the FA?

But the question is, two million pounds?

With this much money, a League One team can bring in three or four Championship-level players!

"Mr. Yang Huan, why would you consider donating 2 million pounds to the English Football Association? Is there any conflict of interest involved?" a reporter asked loudly.

Yang Huan shook his head. “Please, don’t turn a beautiful thing into a conspiracy. This world is not as dark as you think. I believe everyone is like me. I know the problems of English football very well. We need to change it, and Southampton is part of English football.”

"So, in my opinion, to change English football is to change Southampton."

This very impassioned statement received applause from some reporters present, but some people disagreed, believing that things must not be that simple and that there must be some conspiracy.

But Yang Huan would not care too much about these people. Let them think whatever they want. Who cares?

"Mr. Yang Huan, I heard that Bielsa's annual salary as Southampton coach exceeds that of Real Madrid's head coach Mourinho. Is that true?" another reporter asked.

Yang Huan immediately shook his head. "I have to make one thing clear. I admire Bielsa very much. I think his football style represents a future trend. I went to Argentina to have a detailed discussion with him. We talked for a long time. But regarding salary, there is only one sentence. He doesn't care about the salary at all. What he wants is the space and platform to display his talent."

"We were able to bring Bielsa in because we were able to create this space for him and give him enough resources. I think this is why Bielsa chose Southampton."

Some reporters at the scene were convinced by Yang Huan's words. At least Bielsa is famous for his weird temper.

Not many people would believe that he coached Southampton for money.

"Mr. Yang Huan, according to what you said, Southampton is really going to make a big signing and transform the team as the outside world says?"

"Yes, that's right." Yang Huan nodded affirmatively.

"Can you reveal the specific goal?"

Yang Huan shook his head and laughed, "I don't have any specific goals for now, but I can say this, as long as he is a top star and as long as our head coach needs him, I will do my best to bring him to St. Mary's Stadium."

"My purpose and idea for acquiring Southampton is very simple. I hope to turn the Saints into a top team with the most successful management, the most gorgeous and pleasing playing style, and the most outstanding strength in the shortest possible time."

“Maybe, we are still in League One now, but just wait and see, we will return to the Premier League and enter the European arena in the shortest possible time. This is my promise to all Saints fans!”

Yang Huan's words immediately won him warm applause.

He had promised this in his first press conference after taking over the team, but no one believed him at the time and thought he was bragging. But amidst this doubt, he brought in Bielsa, a truly world-famous coach.

Perhaps, in terms of performance, Bielsa is not as good as the real top coaches, but no one can deny that Bielsa is a world-class head coach, especially after he led Chile to conquer everyone in the World Cup in South Africa.

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Yang Huan held a brief press conference outside St. Mary's Stadium and then walked into the team's administrative office.

"Master Huan, what you just said was great!"

Sun Yue, this flatterer, starts flattering Yang Huan as soon as they meet. Who told Yang Huan that he loves being praised the most?

"I guarantee that they will hype up the superstar we are going to bring in next. There will be no end to this topic."

Sun Yue has already started to think about how the team's marketing and public relations departments should cooperate with this round of media hype, especially how to convert this hype into commercial benefits for the team.

"Master Huan, a local software company in Southampton wants to sponsor our new season's jersey advertisement."

"Really?" Yang Huan smiled. Business is coming to the door right away?

But when he heard Sun Yue's offer, he almost burst into curses.

"Eight hundred thousand pounds? To send away a beggar? Get him out of here!"

Yang Huan even cursed Sun Yue angrily, "Fuck you, you need to have more ambition in the future. It's only 800,000 pounds and you come to ask for instructions. 8 million is about right. Have you really never seen money in your life? The next time you do this, just don't listen and hang up the phone!"

Sun Yue smiled bitterly, "Master Ke Huan, we are in the English League One."

"What's wrong with English League One? English League One can't participate in the FA Cup? Can't participate in the League Cup? Or does it mean that English League One football teams don't have 11 players on the field? Isn't it just that the Premier League has TV stations broadcasting live? Once we bring in a few stars, maybe those TV stations will come and broadcast our games live."

"Go, tell them that jersey advertising is not for sale, get them out!"

"Oh." Sun Yue knew the young master's temper and turned around to do his work.

"Wait, come back."

Sun Yue thought Yang Huan regretted it, so he turned around immediately.

"You have to be more firm in your tone. Remember, it is others who are begging us, not us begging others. Don't make yourself look like a grandson who is doing pyramid selling. Do we care about the 1.8 million?"

"I understand!" After hearing this, Sun Yue straightened his chest and raised his head. He felt as if he had become tall, rich and handsome.

"Go!" Yang cursed with a smile.

As soon as Sun Yue left, Yang Huan called again.

It turned out to be Charlene Lahiri.

"Hello, Miss Lahiri, you promised to treat me to dinner. When will it be?" Yang Huan asked with a smile.

Charlene Lahiri on the other end of the phone was very upset. "I'm outside the gate of your stadium."

Yang Huan hung up the phone, called Long Wu, asked him to go out and bring the person in, and then he walked towards the office.

This office originally belonged to Markus Liebherr. Since he fell ill, this office has been vacant. After Yang Huan acquired the team, it naturally belonged to Yang Huan.

Yang Huan didn't like this office, and he didn't even like St. Mary's Stadium at all.

Too small, too skinny, not at all tall, rich and handsome.

Sooner or later, if I have the chance, I will definitely build the world's best super stadium!

As soon as I sat down, there was a knock on the door.

Long Wu opened the door, and after Charlene Lahri came in, he turned around, closed the door and went out.

Hearing a clang behind her, Charlene turned around and saw that the door was closed. Her heart trembled.

What does he want to do?

"Sit down!" Yang Huan didn't think there was anything wrong with a single man and a single woman. He and Zhang Ning were alone together every night, but nothing happened.

Charlene Lahiri has been in the limelight these days and is trying to cling to Yang Huan's thigh tightly. How dare she offend the new boss of Southampton who is currently in the limelight?

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Yang Huan looked at the British beauty in front of him with a smile.

Every time he saw her gorgeous face and her cold eyes, Yang Huan would feel that if he could conquer her and make her eyes radiate tenderness, that would be the most fulfilling thing for a man.

"I would like to conduct an exclusive interview with you." Charlene Lahiri said a little timidly.

She had even thought to herself, asking questions has its price, so what is the price of an interview?

Yang Huan shook his head and said, "Sorry, I'm not interested in an interview, at least not yet."

"Why?"

Yang Huan shrugged, "Suddenly, I feel bad."

Is this a reason to refuse an interview?

Charlene Lahiri felt like she was going to collapse. Why did this guy never play by the rules?

Who doesn’t want an exclusive interview and to be in the newspaper?

"Well, then, what do you think I should do to make you feel better?" She felt helpless. The editor-in-chief was putting a lot of pressure on her, and the newspaper really needed more fuel. She was under a lot of pressure now.

"It's very difficult, really difficult." Yang Huan shook his head with a distressed look on his face. "You know, I'm a very optimistic person by nature, and I rarely feel unhappy. So once I'm in a bad mood, it usually lasts for a while, which makes me very painful."

Charlene Lahiri smiled bitterly in her heart, what does this have to do with me?

If it wasn't for an interview, why would I care whether you are in a good mood or not?

"There's always a way, right?" She said with a wry smile. As long as it wasn't too excessive, she would consider it.

"What you said makes sense, but it's still difficult. You need to think it over carefully." Yang Huan reminded her kindly.

Charlene Lahiri knew it was not easy to pry open Yang Huan's mouth, so she sighed and said, "Go ahead."

"You know, some parents are very authoritarian. They want to arrange everything for their children. Just like my parents, they not only want to arrange my life, but also my marriage."

Yang Huan spoke sincerely, but Charlene Lahiri was confused.

Is this true?

Even if it's true, what does it have to do with me?

"I was only 20 years old, but they had already found a future wife for me, a fat and ugly woman who no man could stand. But this woman was super rich, so they forced me to marry her because it would help the family business."

At this point, Yang Huan sighed earnestly, "What makes me most sad is that I have lived for 20 years but have never had a romantic relationship. Whenever I think about this and the fact that I am going to marry that woman, I feel very sad, extremely sad."

Charlene Lahiri didn't know whether what he said was true or false.

She couldn't figure this man out at all.

"Then what?"

Yang Huan raised his head and looked at her sincerely, "I was thinking, if a beautiful woman agrees to be my girlfriend, date me, and have a relationship with me, then I will definitely feel very good."

"So, will you be my girlfriend?"

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