Chapter 493 Ban Order

Yang Huan pushed open the door of the conference room on the eighth floor of the Landmark Hotel again, and everyone inside suddenly fell silent.

"How is it? What do you think?" Yang Huan asked as he walked back to his seat with a smile.

Everyone present looked at each other, and no one was willing to speak.

Even Abramovich, who has always been at odds with Master Huan, remained silent this time.

Anyone can see that the copyright of the Premier League has little value in China and has been declining.

But the problem is, there are so many Chinese people, so many fans, and the market is so big, it is simply a gold mine, it would be a pity not to tap it.

Even if the Premier League doesn't explore or develop, what about other leagues?

It would be ideal if Master Huan was willing to take over.

"Mr. Yang Huan" Newcastle's chairman Ashley stood up.

"Actually, I have no interest in who the Premier League copyright is sold to. I am only interested in one thing..."

He just laughed, the fat on his face trembling, "That's money."

After a pause, he looked around and said, "Since you are interested and other companies are also interested, then Yu Cui will follow the rules of the Premier League and bid secretly. The highest bidder wins."

Not to mention, Ashley's proposal was actually recognized by many people present.

This is a secret auction. As long as both parties are interested in competing for it, the price will skyrocket in minutes.

Besides, the investors behind the company that currently holds the Premier League broadcasting rights are the former backers of Tiansheng Company.

In other words, this company has been operating the Premier League copyright in the Chinese market for six years and will certainly not give up so easily.

New Film Company offered 10 million pounds, and Master Huan offered 15 million pounds. This is totally a competitive rhythm.

Secret shooting?

Maybe the price will soar immediately?

Yang Huan waved his hands, nodded and smiled, "Then don't bother me, I will withdraw my offer of 15 million pounds a year."

"I won't buy the Premier League copyright"

The expressions of everyone present suddenly froze. Are they backing out now?

Ashley stood up and stood there awkwardly, not knowing how to react.

Isn’t this Young Master Huan too willful?

When is Premier League copyright in play?

You just said yes and aroused the other person, but the next moment you turned around and said no?

Aren't you just playing with others?

Skudmore secretly groaned in his heart and looked at Ashley with resentment.

Damn it, you are really good at causing trouble instead of doing anything good.

You secretly leaked the Southampton strike to the media, and I haven't settled the score with you yet. Now you've offended the guy who came to your door. What do you want?

There were several people present who had the same idea as Skudmore, and they all looked at Ashley with ill intentions.

Fifteen million pounds a year, although it is insignificant compared with the total revenue from Premier League copyright, but no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat.

Besides, isn’t the copyright of the Premier League accumulated with just one or two hundred million?

If we really give up all the 10-20 million market, it is still uncertain how much the Premier League copyright can be sold for.

"Master Huan, you're just kidding. We can discuss something together, right?" Skudmore immediately came out to resolve the awkwardness.

"Yes, let's talk it over nicely, don't get angry."

"Master Huan is a young man after all, haha, you are too anxious, we are still discussing it."

"That's right, that's right. I think the company sold to Master Huan is good and reliable."

"Yeah, I think so too. Fifteen million pounds is a significant increase over the previous three years."

"I agree, and Master Huan is Chinese and understands the Chinese market, which is good for the promotion and operation of the Premier League."

"Everyone has seen the capabilities of WeChat, so I think there is no problem."

Everyone expressed their opinions after a flurry of discussion, and it was clear that the majority supported selling to Yang Huan.

After all, the price offered by the existing copyright owner was only 10 million pounds, while Master Huan offered 15 million pounds. The difference is obvious. You would be a fool not to sell it.

After hearing the voices of the crowd, Yang Huan also smiled slightly.

"In fact, to be honest, I have learned that the reason why the Premier League copyright has not been able to make any breakthroughs in China is that we have too many short-sighted behaviors."

Everyone present suddenly quieted down and listened attentively to what Young Master Huan had to say.

"Why is NHA so popular in China? Because they have spent 20 years to operate this market, but what about us? We change companies every three years. How many companies have we changed so far?"

Yang Huan's words made Skudmore feel a little embarrassed.

From e8 to Tiansheng to the current Xinying, there have been countless copyright disputes in between, and it was even suspended for a period of time.

Come to think of it, it’s really a headache.

"The Chinese market is developing rapidly. In the past, many people said that Chinese people don't like paid programs. I said that's nonsense. On the one hand, it's because Chinese people have limited spending power, but on the other hand, it's because the market is not perfect. We didn't work hard to cultivate this market. We only thought about one thing: making money.

"To be frank, China has a population of more than one billion, the largest fan base in the world. Manchester United issued a report this summer saying that it has a total of 100 million fans in China."

Having said that, Yang Huan looked at David Gill of Manchester United.

The latter nodded solemnly and said, "Indeed, we obtained the data after investigation by an authoritative organization."

Yang Huan actually laughed and cursed in his heart with disdain, "Damn it, you probably count everyone who knows what Manchester United is as Manchester United fans."

If that's the case, how many Southampton fans do we have?

But everyone present was obviously shocked by David Gill's words.

One hundred million fans, needless to say, if only one out of ten people watches the live broadcast, that would be ten million.

Oh, Meg

Isn’t this crazy?

But Yang Huan quickly poured cold water on him.

"But now, including Tiansheng and New Film, they are saying that the Premier League copyright is a huge loss in the Chinese market. Why?"

Faced with Yang Huan's questioning, everyone in the conference room fell silent.

They all began to realize that this was a huge gold mine, far beyond their imagination.

"So, my request is very simple, £15 million per year, give me ten years, and I will cultivate this market."

Yang Huan's powerful words made the meeting room quiet.

Ten years is a long time

The Premier League has only been around for 20 years since its inception

Ten years is equivalent to half

Besides, the 15 million pounds now and the 15 million pounds ten years from now are two completely different concepts, okay?

Let’s not talk about the market getting bigger and bigger. Even if there is inflation, it’s a sure win, okay?

But think about it from another angle, if it is not sold, Xinying will be the only potential buyer, and the price has been firmly fixed at 10 million pounds. Now Yang Huan has increased the price by 50% in one breath, which is not easy for an emerging market.

Besides, if you don't give them some benefits, who would have the time to help you develop the market?

It's not like I'm too idle.

Thinking of this, discussions broke out again in the conference room, but the direction of the discussion had obviously changed.

Tottenham Hotspur CEO Daniel Levy stood up and said, "I agree with Master Huan's proposal to sell it."

“We at Manchester City agree.”

'Manchester United have no opinion'

"Arsenal have no objection"

As a number of giants and strong teams expressed their opinions, Skudmore breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, let's vote"

As soon as he finished speaking, people started raising their hands to vote.

You don't need to look to know that every raised arm means they agree.

Ashley's face suddenly turned very ugly.

He felt excluded and slapped in the face.

"Okay, then I will officially announce that the exclusive broadcasting rights of the Premier League in China and Macau for the next ten years, from 2013 to 2022, will be sold to WeChat."

With Scudmore's pronouncement, the transaction was finalized.

The eyes of everyone present looking at Yang Huan were suddenly filled with admiration.

Fifteen million pounds a year, that's one hundred and fifty million pounds in ten years.

I heard that this deal was a spur-of-the-moment idea of ​​Young Master Huan. It has only been a short time since he entered the meeting room, and yet he has finalized such a major deal. How much courage does it take to accomplish this?

Yang Huan smiled and nodded in thanks, then looked at Ashley.

"What a shame, Mr. Ashley, it's just the way it is."

Ashley snorted coldly, feeling furious.

This group of money-obsessed guys were actually conquered by a Chinese banknote. Do they have any backbone left?

"Oh, I forgot to remind you, Mr. Ashley"

Yang Huan suddenly thought of something and started laughing again.

"I heard that you Newcastle also want to go to China, but I advise you not to go."

"Why?" Ashley was furious. You even want to meddle in my affairs?

“Does China belong to your family?”

Yang Huan laughed again, "China belongs to the Chinese people, so it's not owned by our family."

"That's good, don't interfere in our affairs." Ashley seemed to be very principled.

Yang Huan was not angry either. "But from now on, as long as the copyright of the Premier League in China is still in my hands, and as long as Newcastle is still in your hands, you Newcastle will not be able to make a comeback. This is me, Yang Huan, issuing a ban order against you here today."

By the end of his speech, Master Huan's face was filled with a solemn and murderous look.

Are you kidding me? I didn't provoke you, but you've been lucky for eight lifetimes, and yet you actually provoke me?

If I don't teach you a lesson, do you think I'm easy to bully?

Everyone present felt the tense atmosphere between the two.

Ashley stood up and looked at Yang Huan in disbelief. He was angry, but also scared.

He never thought that Yang Huan, a young man who always looked kind, would actually issue such a ban order to him in front of him. This made him feel humiliated and angry.

But at the same time, he was also a little scared.

With Yang Huan's strength and influence, there are too many ways to deal with him.

Especially when Ashley looked around as if for help, he found that after Yang Huan left the seat, everyone in the Premier League actually surrounded him and left him alone.

At this point, the winner and loser has been decided.

Ashley only realized now that despite all his self-proclaimed self-importance, it turned out that his popularity within the Premier League was so poor.

I don't even have a comrade.

Oh, no, there is another one, Abramovich of Chelsea

At this moment, the Russians whom he hated so much became inexplicably cute.

He almost rushed over to hug him and kiss him fiercely

But who could have thought that after everyone had left, Abramovich also stood up and sneered.

That sneer revealed such bitterness and harshness.

Is this still the Abramovich who calls himself a gentleman on a daily basis?

"Oh, you've been banned, that's great, who told you not to control your foul mouth?"

"Ha, even though I usually hate Yang Huan, today, I have to say that he is really good."

After saying that, Abramovich walked out the door with a sneer.

Ashley was furious and stared at Abramovich's back, gritting his teeth in hatred.

He hated Yang Huan, but he hated the Russian who took advantage of his misfortune even more.

Soon, Ashley took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Hey, Alan, I have to win the game against Southampton tomorrow night"

"No, I don't want to try my best, I want you to win"

"If you lose, you'll just get the hell out of here. Do you hear me? If you lose, you'll just get the hell out of here."

Standing outside the conference room, the waiters at the Landmark Hotel could clearly hear the roar coming from the conference room.

That roar was filled with overwhelming rage and a deep sense of helplessness.