Chapter 87 Sell Me the Aston Martin

"Hey, thirty-six!"

As soon as Yang Huan sat down, he leaned forward and pulled the ponytail of the blonde woman sitting in the row in front of him.

The blonde turned her head and revealed Charlene Lahiri's indignant and pouting look.

"If you dare to call me like that again, I will never let you go. Do you believe that I will write you to death in the newspaper?"

Ever since he knew my measurements, he has been joking about it. He even recently gave himself a nickname called Thirty-Six. Does he really think I'm easy to bully?

"The name is just a code name, why bother about it?" Yang Huan looked innocent.

Cash Harris, who was standing next to him, knew Charlene Lahiri and was surprised. “Why is she called Thirty-Six?”

Charlene Lahri's face suddenly turned as red as Danzhu's. She stared at Yang Huan with her eyes wide open. She swore to herself that if he dared to tell her, she would die in front of him, but she would also take him with her before she died.

Yang Huan wanted to laugh, but seeing her like this, he had to hold it back and made up an excuse in his mind.

"You British people all have really long names. Some even have multiple names, so I don't know what to call you. So I just call you by how long I've known you. She's the 36th friend I met in the UK, so she's called 36. This is my exclusive code name."

"Oh." Cash Harris suddenly realized, "Then I am the nth friend you have met in the UK?"

"The second one!" Yang Huan answered casually, "So the code name I usually give you is, Lao Er."

He almost laughed out loud in his heart.

"The second one, well, not bad either." Cash Harris replied happily.

"Who is Lao Wan then?"

"A gay guy I met on the plane."

Charlene Lahiri was both angry and amused. Why was this guy always like this?

Could it be because his beautiful secretary is gone?

She really believed that the worst thing she had ever done in her life was to be foolish enough to tell her measurements to such a pervert, causing her to be teased by him all the time.

"Thirty-six, do you want to make a bet with me to see how many goals Southampton will win today?" Yang Huan asked with a smile.

Charlene Lahiri shook her head but did not answer.

"It doesn't matter, just bet on a meal."

Charlene Lahiri understood and rolled her eyes at him. "If you want to collect a debt from me, just tell me directly. Don't beat around the bush."

"Heh, you still know you owe me a meal?"

"I'll give it back to you later!" Charlene Lahiri said viciously.

"You always say that, but you never deliver."

"I..." Charlene Lahiri was speechless.

She really couldn't make any more excuses because she had indeed been procrastinating for a long time.

It's just that she has been really busy recently. She has to work for the Southern Echo and record the BBC's daily match program. She has also recently participated in several other football-related programs on the BBC.

Speaking of which, I really have to thank Yang Huan. Without him and Southampton, there would not have been that daily match special that made her famous overnight, and she would not be where she is today.

Today she is a well-known TV host in the UK.

Thinking of this, she really felt that she should repay Yang Huan well.

Ulrich Bates was arranged by Sun Yue to sit on the podium, right next to Yang Huan. Seeing that Yang Huan had been chatting with Charlene Lahri as soon as he sat down, he could only wait on the side and could not find a chance to interrupt.

After finally waiting for Yang Huan and the others to stop, he smiled and coughed heavily twice.

The noise at the scene was so loud that if it wasn't louder, I wouldn't be able to hear it.

"Hello, Mr. Yang Huan. I am Ulrich Bates, CEO of Aston Martin." After introducing himself, Ulrich Bates added, "We have met once before, at Harrods."

Yang Huan had noticed Ulrich Bates a long time ago. Sun Yue would tell him in advance about everything he did.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Bates, welcome to Southampton!" Yang smiled and extended his hand.

Ulrich Bates also quickly shook hands with him and held Yang Huan's right hand with both hands.

"Does Mr. Bates like football too?" Yang asked with a smile.

The football game had already started. Yang Huan was watching the game with his body turned towards Bates.

Southampton continued to attack as usual from the very beginning.

This is Bielsa's signature style, very exhilarating attacking football.

"Yes. When I was in Germany, my favorite thing was to watch football games. BMW also sponsored the Bundesliga team at that time."

"Which team do you like?" Yang Huan asked casually.

"Well, not necessarily. I actually like football, but I don't have a favorite team."

Yang Huan said, "Ulrich Bates is so busy that he definitely doesn't have much time to enjoy football."

"Mr. Yang Huan, the most important reason I came here this time is to apologize. I have already fired that customer service employee, but I still apologize to you and your employees for our employees' rude behavior."

Ulrich Bates told Yang Huan the purpose of his trip very sincerely.

An apology is definitely necessary, and it is the minimum requirement.

Yang Huan just smiled when he heard this. "The scolded Miss Zhang was so angry that she didn't want to stay in the UK to help me anymore and went back to China. Now I am in a mess. I have to handle everything by myself, big or small."

After saying this, he also put on an expression that looked as if he was very busy and annoyed.

Ulrich Bates didn't expect this to happen. No wonder he hadn't seen the beautiful assistant in the past few days. It turned out that she had resigned and returned home.

Considering how young Yang Huan was and how stunningly beautiful the assistant was, he couldn't help but secretly groan in his heart. It turned out that Yang Huan sued Aston Martin just to vent his anger at not being able to pursue the beauty.

Ulrich Bates's association seems to be well-founded, but in fact it is far from the truth.

"In order to demonstrate our sincerity and compensate Mr. Yang Huan for his losses, we have decided to offer a discount of 500,000 pounds on the original car model." Ulrich Bates offered the compensation amount decided by the company's board of directors.

Five hundred thousand pounds is not a small amount.

"To be honest, Mr. Bates, even if you compensate me with one million pounds now, or even if you don't want my money for your four Aston Martins, I still feel unhappy because I have plenty of money."

To be honest, if you don't have money, you won't buy four Aston Martins of different colors at once.

Ulrich Bates felt that this matter was a bit tricky and he didn't know how to deal with it.

Yang Huan saw his distressed look and didn't say much.

Just as the game was going on, Southampton finally scored against Brighton.

Less than eight minutes into the game, Neymar broke through a double team on the wing, dribbled the ball inside and made a low pass to Ibrahimovic at the front of the penalty area.

The Swedish center forward leaned on the opponent's central defender Painter, stopped and passed the ball, James Rodriguez quickly came up and shot low with his left foot, penetrating the goal guarded by Ankergren.

For a moment, the entire St. Mary's Stadium was in an uproar.

Yang Huan was in the stands. When he saw James Rodriguez score a goal, he quickly stood up from his seat, clapped his hands vigorously, and cheered loudly, "James, well done, great job!"

"Neymar, you were pretty good too, you dribbled past two players, it was beautiful!"

Southampton's games often feature such flashes of inspiration and amazing performances, just like Neymar's just now, which was too eye-catching, and Isco's pass to Neymar was also just right, which was very good.

That's why people say that football is a combination of flashes of inspiration, and no one knows when a goal will come.

"Well done, Southampton, keep attacking!"

The Saints fans in the stands of St. Mary's Stadium were also very excited, shouting the name of James Rodriguez. This player is a rotation player for Southampton this season, but he has performed well in recent appearances.

It was clear that he had gotten over the adjustment period.

Young people will find it much easier to adapt, and Southampton specially found a Colombian English translator to accompany James Rodriguez to help him learn English and adapt to life in the UK.

"This goal is really beautiful!" Ulrich Bates was also excited by this goal.

Anyone who is a football fan will be ignited when he sees a beautiful goal and feels the passion of more than 30,000 fans at the scene.

From this point of view, Ulrich Betts is a real fan.

After the goal celebration, referee Williamson called all Southampton players back and the game restarted.

The fans who were celebrating enthusiastically in the stands also sat back one after another. Only the fanatical fans of Saint Harry's Club were still beating drums and singing. This fan club is a group of Southampton's most loyal fans.

Yang Huan returned to his seat and pointed at the game that had resumed below, "Today, we are going to completely demoralize Brighton at St. Mary's Stadium, so that this powerful rival will be afraid of us from now on and lose the confidence to compete with us for the league championship."

"In China, this is called a concerted effort!"

It can also be said to be a one-shot deal.

Ulrich Bates had read some reports before, but after watching the game live, he really found that Southampton's overall strength was too strong, and it was obviously not on the same level as Brighton.

This team's performance is so good that it would be hard to find a matching opponent even if they went to the Championship, let alone League One.

"Today we are going to make sure those bastards from Brighton never come back!" Yang said with a laugh.

Even though he swore, Ulrich Betts felt very friendly because fans are usually like that.

Even in Germany, almost everyone watching the game holds a bottle of beer and says a few swear words to vent their feelings, which is really enjoyable.

However, although Southampton is stronger overall, Brighton is no pushover either.

When Strootman was there, the Dutchman was the one who stayed back to organize and plan the midfield, but now he has been replaced by Schneiderlin who does not have much organizational ability, and the responsibility of organizing the midfield has fallen on Isco.

As a former successful midfield star, Poyet naturally saw this, so he formulated a strategy and arranged the midfield to increase the blockade and restriction of Isco and suppress Southampton's midfield.

This directly led to Southampton having to slow down their play.

But the Saints' advantage on the field is still very large and obvious.

It is not difficult to see from this point that Brighton still has certain strength.

Yang Huan saw that the game situation began to change and Southampton slowed down the pace appropriately. He also began to shift his attention to his side. Seeing Ulrich Bates who was a little uneasy, he smiled knowingly.

"Mr. Bates, since you have come to Southampton in person, I might as well talk to you straight to the point."

Yang Huan's words startled Ulrich Bates, but he immediately nodded and said, "Please go ahead."

Who knew that Yang Huan would say something that almost made Ulrich Bates drop his jaw.

“Sell me the Aston Martin!”

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