Chapter 406 I call you grandpa!

When a gold Lagonda Conqueror quickly drove up to the entrance of the Landmark Hotel from Marylebone Road, the guards standing on both sides of the gate immediately ran forward.

"Welcome to Landmark, dear sir"

Two guards came over, one on the left and one on the right, to help the guests open the car door.

Another one quickly ran to the driver's seat and waited for Long Wu to get out of the car, obviously to help drive to the parking lot.

Long Wu had followed Yang Huan for a long time and knew the rules, so he casually slipped a pound into his hand after getting off the car.

The guard knew how much it was without even looking at it, and immediately said thank you in ecstasy.

Afterwards, those who opened the car door and the guards who helped push open the hotel door received tips.

Yang Huan and Peter Nian walked into the hotel lobby smoothly.

"Dear sir, is there anything I can help you with?" Immediately, a middle-aged male waiter in a suit and tie, who looked very polite, came up to us with a professional and kind smile on his face.

"Ah, it's Mr. Kenyon."

Peter Nian represented Manchester United and Chelsea, frequently attended Premier League Chairman's Summits and often stayed at the Landmark Hotel.

"This is my boss, Mr. Yang Huan," Peternian introduced with a smile.

The waiter immediately looked respectful, "Hello, Mr. Yang Huan, welcome to Landmark."

He seemed to have guessed the purpose of Yang Huan and Peternian's visit, and immediately pointed forward.

"You two, this way please."

From the beginning to the end, Yang Huan felt that this butler-like waiter looked very respectful and his attitude was quite good, but it was a bit fake, a bit too professional, even deliberate.

But there is no way. You can't expect the waiters in the hotel to be as considerate as your own personal maid at home, right?

The hotel lobby is very traditionally British, with the architectural style of the Victorian era, a very high arched ceiling, giant chandeliers, exquisite murals and paintings, making people stroll through it and deeply feel the flavor of British aristocracy.

But when you walk through the lobby, you'll feel a sudden openness.

Behind the lobby is a tall and spacious atrium.

The atrium is divided into several dining areas. It is afternoon tea time, and many gentlemen and ladies are sitting in them, quietly enjoying their afternoon tea.

The whole scene makes people feel warm and comfortable.

"Are they all here?" Yang Huan asked casually.

The waiter was smart and understood immediately, "There are still a few that haven't arrived yet."

Every three months, the Premier League Chairman's Summit is held here, which is also an honor for the Landmark Hotel.

Therefore, the hotel also attaches great importance to it. There is even a round table conference room on the top floor, the eighth floor, which is specially provided for their meetings.

"Then let's enjoy afternoon tea here first," Yang said with a smile as he walked into the atrium.

"Okay, come this way please."

The waiter was indeed professional and quickly led them to an empty dining area, which was very quiet.

Yang Huan, Peter Nian and Long Wu ordered a casual afternoon tea and sat in their seats to watch.

The underwater hotel in Southampton is a project that Yang Huan attaches great importance to. So in the past period of time, whenever he went to a place, he would definitely stay in the best hotel there, and even occasionally write down some of his experiences and feelings.

"The predecessor of the Landmark Hotel was the Grand Central Station Hotel, which is more than a hundred years old and was a railway hotel from the Victorian era." Peter Kunien knew that Young Master Huan was interested in the hotel and immediately introduced it with a smile.

Anyway, when we sit down, we always have to find something to talk about.

"Later, the hotel invited the famous architect Robert William Addis, who is famous for his Gothic Revival architectural style, to design it. It almost perfectly preserved the style of the Victorian era and also demonstrated the prosperity and style of the Victorian era."

Yang Huan nodded continuously.

He is now considered to be well-informed, but he was still surprised when he first walked into the hotel.

This is true for the lobby and the atrium.

The layout and design of the entire hotel is indeed quite amazing.

Just as Yang Huan and Peter Nian were enjoying a peaceful afternoon tea, two people walked in from outside the hotel lobby.

The leader was a middle-aged Englishman in his fifties. He was not tall, but had a round face. The most impressive thing about him was his prominent double chin, which made people remember him at first sight.

She doesn't look that fat, so how could she have such an amazing double chin?

Next to this middle-aged man is an old man in his sixties. What’s interesting is that both of them have similar body shapes, both are not tall and slightly fat, and the old man also has an obvious double chin.

It really makes people doubt whether these two people are father and son?

"That was Newcastle's owner, Mike Sherry, and his club director, Derek Lambiase."

Peternian sat opposite Yang Huan, pointed at the two people at the entrance and introduced them.

Yang Huan said, "Oh!" It turns out they are not father and son. What a pity!

But when I think about it, it’s funny. Why are both of them like this?

"Michael Hesley is a British tycoon, on the rich list, worth 2 billion pounds, and started his business in the retail industry."

Yang Huan nodded and thought to himself, it’s a good thing I brought Peter Nian with me, otherwise I would be depressed.

But he did know about Ashley's affairs.

When he came to the UK to buy a team, Cash Harris mentioned Newcastle.

Ashley bought Newcastle from the original chairman Sheppard in 2007.

After the acquisition, he found out that Newcastle actually had a huge bad debt, and Sheppard didn't even tell him.

Well, I've been taken advantage of.

But Ashley is a very strong-willed person. He started cursing directly and vowed to sell Newcastle.

This really angered Newcastle fans.

Damn it, the new chairman just acquired the team and the next moment he said he wanted to sell it, what does that mean?

In addition, Ashley's refusal to pay for the transfer angered the then head coach Keegan, who left in anger.

Ashley also had a hard time. Not only did he offend the fans, but he also couldn't sell the team.

From his point of view, the price he asked for was indeed not excessive, because he took the acquisition price and added the debt repayment into account, and finally came up with a slightly higher price, but it was more than 300 million pounds.

But this price scared off all potential buyers, especially with the financial crisis, Newcastle was left rotting in their hands.

But this guy's personality is also quite interesting. He keeps shouting that he wants to be sold every year, and no matter how the fans scold him, he just stays like that.

Not only did he say this, he also did it.

I'm afraid no one has ever seen a club owner directly post a sale notice on the official website?

He is so

His constant disturbance eventually caused Newcastle to be relegated.

So, some people say that he is the worst boss in the Premier League.

However, in the past two years, after Newcastle returned to the Premier League, it has established a firm foothold in the Premier League and even finished fifth in the Premier League last season. Newcastle seems to have shown signs of a comprehensive revival.

Like everyone else who walked into the hotel atrium, Michael Hesley stood at the entrance and looked around.

Even though Yang Huan was sitting in the corner very low-key, the fat man with sharp eyes still noticed him.

Not only that, he also walked up with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Yang Huan," Mike Heshley smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Ashley." Yang Huan smiled politely and shook hands with him.

But I was wondering in my heart, why are you looking for me?

We are not familiar with each other

"I heard that Mr. Yang Huan has been having a hard time lately," Ashley said with a smile, hinting at something else.

Yang Huan pretended to be dumb, "Really? How come I don't know about it?"

"Maybe you don't understand your current situation yet." Ashley pointed at Peter Nian.

"You should ask Peter, he will know better than you."

Peter Nian smiled faintly, "Mr. Ashley is joking."

"We'll soon know whether this is a joke or not," the fat man laughed.

"However, I still have to remind Mr. Yang Huan that although there are 20 teams in the Premier League and there are more and more foreign owners, many things are still decided by a small local circle."

What does it mean?

Yang Huan was a little depressed

Damn it, just because you finished fifth last season, do you really think you can inherit Newcastle’s previous status and influence in the Premier League?

Why don't you count on your fingers? Your current Newcastle is nothing.

"I'm just giving you this reminder with good intentions, Mr. Yang Huan. After all, I have to thank you."

Seeing that he was clearly here to put pressure on him, Yang Huan immediately laughed.

"You don't have to be so polite, Mr. Ashley. We Chinese have always been very helpful."

Ashley's face suddenly froze. Damn, isn't this guy too shameless?

Do you understand polite words?

"Remember Alan Paidu?"

Of course Yang Huan remembered. Not only did he remember, he also knew that Alan Paidoo was now the head coach of Newcastle.

This guy was banned for a year and then made a comeback. I don't know what luck he had, but he became the head coach of Newcastle in the Premier League. He also led Newcastle to gain a foothold in the Premier League and even finished fifth in the league last season.

This time, it became famous.

He has the potential to become a famous local coach in the Premier League.

"Alan patted Du..." Yang Huan clicked his tongue a few times, as if he couldn't remember who it was for a moment.

Michael and Shili were depressed. You don't even remember Alan Paidu, so how can I continue pretending?

Is there anyone who is as troublesome as you?

Can't you cooperate a little?

Will I die if I pretend?

"That's the Southampton head coach you fired," Ashley reminded angrily.

"Oh." Yang Huan looked as if he suddenly understood.

"You mean that loser? I remember now, what happened to him?"

Ashley wanted to speak immediately, but Yang Huan spoke first.

"I thought from the beginning that this guy had no ability at all and was just a liar. Only a fool and an idiot boss would let such a person coach the team. I believe that there should be no such idiot in the entire European football world, right?"

Mike Heshley's fat face is filled with so many expressions.

He almost started to rant on the spot.

I am the stupid, idiotic, and jerk boss you mentioned.

But he couldn't say this.

You can't just confess without being asked, right?

"Ahem." Peternian stood aside solemnly, coughed twice, and pretended to remind in a low voice.

"Master Huan, Alan Paidu is now the head coach of Newcastle United"

Yang Huan was shocked, "Oh, no, no, I said it wrong just now, sorry, Mr. Ashley, I didn't mean it."

You didn't mean it?

If you didn't do it on purpose, I would call you grandpa

"Actually, Alan Petr is a very high-level head coach. I am very optimistic about him. I think he is likely to become the best head coach in the UK after Ferguson. I believe he will be able to turn Newcastle into a top team. I am optimistic about him."

But these words of praise sounded extremely harsh to Michael and Shili.

Do you think he is a good person?

If you thought highly of him, would you have fired him in the first place?

Okay, you are fooling me, right?

Hum, let's wait and see

After saying that, Michael Heshley snorted angrily and turned away.

Yang Huan shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"Why bother to pretend to have a pen? If you pretend to have a pen, you will be struck by lightning."

Peter Nian couldn't help laughing.