Chapter 90 Is this possible?

"Who are you?"

Yang Huan felt a little unhappy when he heard this stranger asking questions through the microphone.

Who are these people?

"Master Huan, I am Director Yang's personal think tank and the company's investment manager. My name is Zhao Yuanfang."

After the guy with glasses answered Yang Huan’s question, he glanced awkwardly at everyone in the conference room.

The others also looked helpless.

Anyone who meets this young master will be helpless, because he does things in a fanciful way and without any rules at all.

"Yuan Fang, this is a good name!" Yang Huan said happily.

This young master is almost becoming Di Renjie.

"Answer me a question first. Do you support my plan or oppose it?" Yang Huan asked.

"I support it. I think it is feasible, although the risk is a bit high."

"Yeah." Yang Huan nodded on the other end of the phone in a very leadership-like manner, "You should have been here not long ago, and you are no older than 40, right? Maybe you're even an overseas recruit."

"How do you know?" Zhao Yuanfang was full of surprise.

He has just joined the company for less than a year, is 32 years old, and graduated from Harvard University in the United States. He is indeed a sea turtle.

"I just guessed." Yang Huan had no interest in showing off about this kind of thing.

"But let me ask you another question, why do you support my plan?"

This question was not only asked by Yang Huan who was far away in the UK, but also by almost everyone in the conference room.

"Hmm..." Zhao Yuanfang has been in the company for almost a year, and has never had much opportunity to show his abilities. Now that he has this rare opportunity, he really wants to make a long speech and say a lot of golden rules in the investment world to bluff people.

But then he thought again, he heard that Young Master Huan didn't like long speeches, so he gritted his teeth.

"Well, there are two reasons. One is that I believe in Master Huan's investment vision. The second reason is that this plan does have a promising future."

As soon as Zhao Yuanfang answered, everyone in the conference room fell down.

Then almost everyone raised their middle fingers towards the 38-year-old man with glasses.

Damn, I didn’t expect that this well-mannered guy is actually a flatterer!

I was wrong. I didn't expect that he was the best flatterer in the Yang Group!

However, Yang Huan's laughing voice was heard on the phone, and he seemed to be very pleased. This made everyone in the locker room regret it. This is the future prince of the group, why didn't we know how to flatter him just now?

Who knew that at this time Yang Huan was cursing in his heart.

Who are these people?

First there was Sun Yue, and then there was Zhao Yuanfang. Why are all of my dad's subordinates flatterers?

Well, he must like being flattered, so his subordinates are all flatterers.

"Well, the fact that you can see these two points proves that you have good vision." But he shamelessly accepted it.

"Actually, I think the valuation is low, just like you think highly of my plan. I think my company has a future."

"Take the gaming company for example. The first month's revenue was less than 50,000, the second month's revenue was 500,000, and the third month's revenue was at least seven figures. Do you think such a company is worth 15 million pounds? Those investors are all stupid, but I am not stupid. Do they really think I am an elementary school student who can't count?"

When everyone heard this, it seemed to make some sense.

With income growing so fast and so rapidly, the prospects are naturally good.

When it comes to making money, of course, it’s not just about the present, but also about future prospects.

"Zhao Yuanfang." Yang Huan called out the name of the man with glasses with a smile on his face on the other end of the phone.

"Master Huan." The man with glasses responded politely.

Everyone in the conference room raised their middle fingers again.

This damn flatterer!

"I admire you. Come back to Europe and help me. I'm in need of an investment advisor. If you stay with my father, I don't think you will be valued and won't be able to show your strengths. It's better for you to follow me."

As soon as Yang Huan finished speaking, Yang Wenfeng couldn't bear it anymore.

"Hey, is there anyone who talks like that?"

What kind of sons are these?

In front of so many people, you don’t even give your dad face?

But he didn't even think about it. How did Yang Huan know that he had to make sure everyone knew about it if he made a phone call?

"Dad, don't be angry. Am I not telling the truth?"

Yang Huan laughed and said, "In one word, will you vote or not?"

"Uh... let me think about it."

In fact, he has already decided to vote, just to show off his fatherly attitude.

It would be better if this brat could humble himself a little.

"Then I'll give you a day to think about it."

After saying that, Yang Huan was about to hang up the phone.

"Ah Huan!" At this time Yang Baoping came over and shouted into the phone.

"Grandpa, is there something wrong?" Yang Huan asked.

"Are you busy? What have you been busy with recently?" Yang Baoping asked with a smile.

The more he looked at this grandson, the more he liked him.

No matter how I looked at him before, he looked like a dandy boy and I never liked him.

But now, it looks good no matter how I look at it.

"I'm not busy with anything. I'm just playing games and...recently I'm planning to transform a fat guy into a superstar in the global entertainment industry." Yang answered with a laugh.

Everyone in the conference room fell down at first, and then burst into laughter. They all thought Yang Huan was joking.

I didn't expect that Master Huan has such a humorous side.

"Then I won't bother you any more." Yang Baoping said with a smile.

"I don't have anything to say, I just want to tell you, do you still remember the girl from your grandfather Zhuang's family?"

"Grandpa Zhuang? Which Grandpa Zhuang?" Yang Huan couldn't remember for a moment.

"The one in the army."

"Oh!" Yang Huan remembered.

It seems that he is also a retired revolutionary cadre. His status was similar to that of his grandfather. The difference was that his father went into business, while the banker has always been in the officialdom. It seems that the second generation of the banker is still a leading figure in the Military Commission.

"The Zhuang family's daughter is also studying in the UK. Her family and ours are old friends. If you have time, go visit them."

When Yang Baoping said this, his eyes were looking at Zhang Ning.

After hearing this, Zhang Ning's face suddenly turned very embarrassed. She vaguely guessed that this should be a girl who is a good match for Yang Huan. Grandpa Yang might want this Miss Zhuang to be his grandson's wife.

But when Zhang Ning raised his head and saw Yang Baoping's eyes, he immediately realized that he was not wrong and also understood his intention.

He said these things in front of himself on purpose, just to remind himself, and at the same time to prove that he had not hidden anything from him.

After realizing this, Zhang Ning felt less upset and forced a smile towards Yang Baoping.

What a smart girl!

Yang Baoping praised with a smile.

The other people in the conference room were all smiling. Many of them vaguely understood that in Beijing, the Zhuang family was definitely the richest of the rich, and if the Yang family married into the Zhuang family, it would be a perfect match.

"Okay, I'm busy here, let's talk when I have time."

Yang Huan's perfunctory tone made Zhang Ning feel better and made everyone present smile bitterly.

The young master didn't seem very happy.

"Okay, then when will you come back?" Yang Baoping asked again.

"Wait a few days, until this fat guy learns how to dance."

When everyone heard this, their jaws dropped.

Judging from Master Huan’s tone, it seems that he wants to make a fat guy who can’t even dance into a superstar?

My God, is this possible?

Only Zhang Ning thought this was possible!

Because the person who decided to do this was Yang Huan.

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Far away in Southampton, England, the fat man Du Ziteng was practicing leg stretching under the supervision of Yang Huan.

Otherwise, why do people say that fat people are inflexible?

I can't even bend my legs!

After Yang Huan hung up the phone, he sat opposite him, crossed his legs, and played with his mobile phone in his hand. On the screen of the phone was running a game called Temple Run, which was currently being tested in Apple stores in New Zealand and Australia.

But unlike the previous Cut the Rope game, many players have already noticed this game.

After all, as Cut the Rope became more and more popular, WeChat’s name has become much more famous, and it even has many loyal fans.

Seeing that Du Ziteng couldn't even stretch his legs like this and was sweating profusely, Yang Huan kept shaking his head.

"My stomach hurts. You have no looks, no figure, and your singing is so-so. If you can't even dance, what do you want your fans to see?"

Du Ziteng, who was originally afraid of pain, patted the British dance teacher who had his hand on his shoulder and said, "It's okay, press harder, I can bear it."

Yang Huan nodded, "That's right, as the saying goes, only those who endure the most hardships can become the best."

"To be a star, especially a talented star like you claim to be, you must be able to dance. Look at Michael Jackson, how good is he at dancing?"

Du Ziteng nodded vigorously, signaling the dance teacher to continue applying pressure.

Stretch your legs straight and press down little by little.

The round head was already covered with sweat.

"This time I have specially invited a very famous Korean choreographer to create a dance specifically for you. I guarantee you will become extremely popular."

"Really?" Du Ziteng became excited when he heard it.

"Nonsense, is there any benefit for me to lie to you?"

Du Ziteng shook his head and patted the dance teacher's hand, "Press down further, press harder, use more force, I can bear it."

Yang Huan hummed, still very moved by the fat man's hard-working spirit.

"I have also decided to invite one of Korea's most popular beautiful celebrities to perform in your music video. Can you guess who it is?"

Du Ziteng got even more excited when he heard it, "Baoer."

"No, I don't like Baoer." Yang Huan shook his head, "Guess again."

"Chae Yeon!" Du Ziteng's mind was full of Korean actresses. He felt extremely excited. He clapped his dance teacher's hands vigorously, signaling him to press down further, as hard as he could.

"I don't like Cai Yan either. Can you change her?" Yang Huan still shook his head.

"Lee Hyori, my God, could it be Lee Hyori?" The beautiful figure of Lee Hyori emerged in his mind.

Cute Korean girl, here I come, smecta!

Then a clicking sound was heard from his **, and the dance teacher was so scared that he quickly retracted his hand.

"Ah!" the fat man screamed.

It turned out that I had unknowingly spread the fat man's legs and pressed them straight to the ground.

After hearing this, Yang Huan immediately came forward.

The fat guy was lying on the ground supported by the dance teacher, covering his ** with his hands, with an expression of horrible pain.

"My stomach hurts. Are you okay? You didn't learn the dance, but you turned yourself into Dongfang Bubai."

Du Ziteng covered his **, closed his mouth tightly, and waved his free right hand towards Yang Huan to indicate that he was fine.

"Oh, I'm glad you're okay." Yang Huan saw that he still had a reaction and thought that he might have accidentally pulled his balls, which was not a big deal.

"Don't worry, just focus on learning to dance. I'll take you to record a song in a few days, and we'll go back to China to shoot an MV!"

The fat man nodded vigorously, but his face was in so much pain that tears came out.

Yang Huan looked at it, shook his head and sighed helplessly.

So, why do you have to want to be a star?

Is it good to be a star?

Not only are handsome and beautiful people easy to be taken advantage of.

If by some unfortunate chance you are ugly and want to fight with your strength, like Du Ziteng...

So miserable!