Read Top football club - Chapter 83 Boss, please!

Chapter 83 Boss, please!

"Master Huan."

Cash Harris immediately caught up with Yang Huan.

The two were walking in the old factory area of Shengxi Yacht. In the nearest factory building, thirty or forty workers were rubbing sandpaper on a newly formed hull, obviously preparing to polish it to a finish before painting it.

"Kash, what do you think?"

Yang Huan is very interested in owning a yacht, and even more interested in acquiring a yacht company.

Just think about it, if you had your own yacht company and built the most awesome yacht, how prestigious would it be to go out and explore?

Didn’t Abramovich say he had an Eclipse?

I will build a yacht that is even more awesome than his Eclipse, and see how he shows off!

In the future, whenever the British royal family wants to go out to sea, they will have to come to me to borrow money.

Moreover, Yang Huan is indeed optimistic about the future development prospects of the yacht industry, especially in countries such as China, India and Brazil.

If there was no future, I believe that a conservative person like my dad would never set up a yacht club.

There is also a place like Sanya, where so many people travel every year and they also hold the Sea and Sky Feast.

When it comes to the Hai Tian Feast, Yang Huan is full of anticipation.

In my previous life, I was a poor bastard who could only read about it in the newspaper to satisfy my craving. In this life, I have the conditions, so I must go and see for myself what this Hai Tian Feast is like. It would also be nice if I could support a female star.

Cash Harris had no idea that Yang Huan had so many messy thoughts in his mind. He was a very professional and diligent investment consultant. After listening to Yang Huan's questions, he filtered them through his mind.

"It's still very promising," Cash Harris concluded.

"The poor performance and low profits of Sunseeker Yachts are related to the management of the company. They basically rely on old workers, some of whom have worked here for 20 to 30 years. Some of the older generation have retired and their sons have taken over. Although this can ensure the continuity and authenticity of the craftsmanship, it also increases the company's operating costs."

Yang Huan knew in his heart that this was mainly because British workers had too high salaries and too good benefits.

I believe that if the same number of workers are transferred to China, not only will the labor cost drop significantly, but the cost of raw materials will also be reduced, and even the time required to build a yacht will be greatly reduced.

After all, today’s manufacturing kingdom is China!

"Another point is that Sunseeker Yacht's business model is too traditional and too obsessed with the company's brand awareness and professional achievements, which has led them to ignore the personalized requirements of customers to some extent."

Yang Huan fully agreed with this point.

Just imagine, if a person who drives a luxury yacht like Sunseeker out to sea finds that his yacht is exactly the same as someone else's, how would he feel? It's like eating a fly!

The manufacturer's expertise and brand appeal are actually in conflict with the customer's personalized requirements, but there are better and more effective ways to solve them. It just depends on whether you are willing to do so.

"Finally, I think one of the main reasons why Sunseeker Yachts is not profitable is that their costs are too high."

"What do you mean?" Yang Huan was a little confused.

"The wage cost of the workers is one thing, but the more important point is that Sunseeker uses the best materials to build yachts, but when they negotiate with interior suppliers like Hermès, they negotiate the price for each yacht, and they have no bargaining power at all."

"Why?" Yang Huan frowned. If that were the case, there really was a problem.

"They lack confidence, their order volume is not large enough, and they don't have sufficient funds, so they can only adopt this small workshop model, placing an order for materials when they receive an order for a yacht."

When Yang Huan heard this, he immediately understood.

If the domestic Yang Group really follows its practice and builds yacht clubs and marinas in the next few years, each club will need to be equipped with at least ten luxury yachts for customers to experience or hold small social events.

The price of a business luxury yacht of this level is around 10 million pounds, and ten of them would cost 100 million pounds.

The annual operating and maintenance cost of each yacht is 10%, or 10 million pounds.

In other words, if Yang Huan really bought the Shengxi yacht, he only needed to get the order from the Yang Group, and then use this order to negotiate with various links, which would undoubtedly get him a greater price discount.

Not to mention, Sunseeker Yacht itself has no shortage of orders, it only lacks funds.

Just like Apple and Samsung, why do all suppliers in the entire mobile phone manufacturing channel have to listen to them and be controlled by them? It is because they have enough orders and sufficient bargaining power.

If you don't have so many orders, no one will pay attention to you when you go to talk to them.

So, after all, this world is quite realistic.

When Yang Huan figured this out, he immediately felt that this business was worth doing.

At the very least, if my son is selling a yacht, would I dare not ask him to buy it?

He really rebelled!

"Kash, how much do you think Shengxi is worth now?" Yang Huan asked.

Cash Harris thought for a moment and said, "It's hard to say. From the perspective of brand value, it's unique in the world and it's the top luxury yacht manufacturer. It can even be said to be priceless. But from the perspective of the capital market, as long as it is controlled within 200 million pounds, it's a good deal."

Yang Huan nodded, feeling relieved.

The two of them were talking quietly in front, and behind them, Bryce White and McEntire were also discussing in low voices.

Two old men were whispering over there, and it sounded like they were having a big verbal conflict.

Yang Huan had no interest in the discussion between the two of them. It made no difference to him whether they bought it or not.

Besides, if you don’t buy the Sunseeker yacht, can’t you buy something else?

The luxury goods industry in the whole of Europe is in a bleak state right now. Are you still afraid that you won’t be able to buy good things even if you have money?

I looked around the yacht factory and found it a bit boring.

"Kash, the sunlight is too glaring, let's go back." Yang Huan walked around and felt a little bored.

Is the sun glaring?

Bryce White and McEntire both wanted to cry.

It’s a cloudy day, young master, where does the glaring sunlight come from?

Or is it that we don't share the same sky?

"Okay." Cash Harris didn't say anything more. He just made a phone call and asked the driver to drive the Rolls-Royce over.

Bryce White saw the Rolls-Royce turn around in the distance and knew he couldn't keep grinding.

"Mr. Yang Huan, I can take you to the design workshop to see where they are making your yacht mold."

"What's so good about the mold?" Yang Huan smiled and shook his head. "Forget it. I have something else to do in Southampton. I'll leave first."

"No, Mr. Yang Huan!" Bryce White was a little anxious, "Then the acquisition matter..."

"Acquisition?" Yang Huan was stunned. "I'm here to see the yacht today, not to discuss acquisition."

"Besides, you offer such a high price, I can't afford it, right?" He said with a laugh.

Now he finally figured it out. It turned out that the founder of Saint See Yacht was in a hurry to sell it.

Since you are in a hurry, things will be much easier.

You must sell, but I don’t have to buy.

"Two hundred million pounds. If Mr. Yang Huan is interested, I will sell it for two hundred million pounds. I will be responsible for convincing the other shareholders."

It can be seen that Bryce White still has a lot of prestige in this company.

"Two hundred million. Let me think about it."

As he spoke, Yang Huan left his cell phone number to Bryce White, asking him to call him at any time.

But he ignored their requests to stay and got into a Rolls-Royce with Cash Harris and drove away from Sunseeker Yacht Company.

"He really wants to buy it," McEntire said with certainty.

Although he is a little old, he still thinks his vision is very good.

He was really surprised about Yang Huan, because he could see that Yang Huan had made the decision on impulse and just didn't agree on the price.

However, the fact that he was able to make a sudden decision to acquire the company for two or three hundred million pounds shows how rich this big money sponsor from China is.

I'm afraid it's not much inferior to the big oil-drilling conglomerates in the Middle East.

…………

On the way back to Southampton from Poole, Yang Huan never mentioned anything about the Sunseeker yacht.

It was as if he hadn't put any thought into the whole thing from beginning to end, which made Cash Harris a little confused about the thoughts of this 20-year-old Chinese young man.

It was not until the car arrived downstairs of the WeChat company headquarters at Southampton Tourist Pier that Yang Huanlin said one sentence before getting off the car.

"Kash, I need the most detailed information on several major European luxury brands that have recently run into financial difficulties, including Sunseeker Yachts and Aston Martin. Please help me prepare it."

When Yang Huan does things, he either doesn't take action at all, or he wants a big scene when he does.

Cash Harris was pleasantly surprised. He had thought that it would be good enough to be able to take care of a Shengxi store, but he did not expect Yang Huan to be so ambitious. He immediately promised with a solemn oath, "Don't worry, Master Huan, I will definitely help you get it done as soon as possible."

After saying this, the little fat British boy happily returned to London.

In this small circle of the City of London, what kind of information could he not get?

Yang Huan looked at the Rolls-Royce that was speeding away impatiently, smiled, and took Long Wu into the headquarters of WeChat Company.

"Boss, Boss, you're finally back!"

As soon as I entered the door, I heard a man's extremely surprised voice behind me.

The feeling was like an old man who had been thirsty for years seeing his first love again after a long separation.

Yang Huan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He knew without looking back that it was that damn Du Ziteng.

Ever since they last met at the University of Southampton, he has been pestering Yang Huan and insisting on making Yang Huan the boss.

"I said, my stomach hurts. Don't call me boss anymore, or I'll beat you up!" Yang Huan had no way to deal with this fat man.

He suspected that among all the fat people he knew, this one was the most difficult one to deal with.

"You won't, boss. You said that we Chinese don't fight against Chinese people." Du Ziteng smiled flatteringly.

"Wow, that depends on the situation!" Yang Huan stopped and looked at the fat man carefully. "Just think about it, for a well-known person like me who makes hundreds of thousands of dollars a minute, when I go out, the followers around me must at least be of good looks and talent."

"Before, there was Zhang Ning, who was so pretty and capable. And there was Lao Wu, a harmless young man who was also a martial arts master. But what about you? What do you have?"

"I can sing!" Du Ziteng answered seriously.

Yang Huan had forgotten that this guy was the kind of person who went to a singing talent show but was rejected without hesitation just because of his appearance.

"Okay, then sing a few lines for me to hear." Yang Huan said casually.

"Chinese or English?" Du Ziteng asked seriously.

"casual."

"Then I'll sing my idol, Michael Jackson. Listen carefully. Everyone says my voice is very similar to his."

"Yeah." Yang Huan nodded.

But when he saw him taking a deep breath and his belly bulging, Yang Huan collapsed.

Du Ziteng had been preparing for a long time and had just found the feeling and was about to speak when Yang Huan called for a timeout.

"Forget it. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep at night."

Having said that, he continued walking forward.

Du Ziteng was discouraged, but immediately chased after him, "No, Boss, I'm a really good singer. Although my looks prevent me from being an idol, my musical talent allows me to be a talented singer."

"Come on, talented actors are not popular these days. Being an idol-like young actor is the way to go. Just look at Benedict Cumberbatch from the UK and the male protagonists of the Chinese summer Thor drama to see the trend."

"I believe that if you are talented, you will shine sooner or later." Du Ziteng is very persistent.

"Please, Boss, give me a chance, please!"

Yang Huan really had no choice; this guy was too clingy.

"Go find Zhu Liangcheng and tell him that it was me who said so. I'll let you try."

"I tried it." Du Ziteng said with some regret.

"Ah, then what did he say?" Yang Huan suddenly became really curious.

He was really puzzled to see that fat guy was so confident in his singing voice.

Could it be that he is the type who is ugly but has a beautiful singing voice?

It doesn’t look like it at all! It’s gone.”