Chapter 902 You are a rich man, who are you afraid of?

In London's upper class circles, many people are saying that the Landmark Hotel is now Wang Xiaoer's New Year, and it is getting worse every year.

I have forgotten when it started, but the Landmark Hotel, known as the most popular afternoon tea paradise in London, gradually lost the favor of London's high society and gradually became mediocre.

Many meetings and gatherings originally scheduled to be held at the Landmark Hotel have gradually changed their locations.

Of these, at least two-thirds were transferred to Southampton.

Because it is close enough, yet you can escape from the hustle and bustle of London and enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Solent on the River Test and the River Itchen, which is really refreshing.

Even if it's afternoon tea, at least you can have one more portion.

For this group of upper-class people, an hour’s drive is really not too close.

Perhaps because there are fewer and fewer important meetings, the Premier League Chairman's Summit, which was not taken seriously in the past, has received more and more attention from the Landmark Hotel. There is even a welcoming sign put up at the gate, and everyone passing by the hotel entrance can see it clearly.

This also made Yang Huan feel a little embarrassed.

There's no way. These days, it's impossible to keep a low profile!

"Welcome, Master Huan!"

As soon as the car arrived, the lobby manager walked over quickly, opened the door and greeted us before he even showed his face.

Yang Huan got out of the car with a smile on his face, looked at this old acquaintance, and smiled slightly, "Why are you so free today?"

"Uh..." The other party was obviously stunned.

That’s right, he was a very busy man before, how could he do such a thing?

But there is no way, who can help it, because the hotel business is not doing well now?

With pressure coming from above, the service quality has to be improved so that all guests can feel like super VIPs.

Coupled with layoffs, he, as the lobby manager, had no choice but to take the job himself.

When he saw Young Master Huan, his mood was really complicated.

Because if Master Huan had not poached the hotel's chef, the Landmark Hotel's afternoon tea would still be the best in the UK. How could it have fallen to this point?

However, he had talked to several chefs who had been poached before and found that they were treated much better at the Southampton Undersea Hotel than in London. Master Huan even encouraged and supported them in developing and researching new dishes.

It was precisely because he heard these things from his former colleagues that he felt so complicated when he saw Young Master Huan.

"By the way, are everyone else here?" Yang Huan didn't make things difficult for this old acquaintance.

After all, the Landmark Hotel is one of the top hotels in London, England, and the lobby manager is definitely a great man in the same field. Moreover, after years of contact, he is quite fond of Yang Huan.

Young Master Huan is just like this. As long as he likes someone, he will not make things difficult for them.

"Everyone is here." The lobby manager looked at Young Master Huan again, as if to say, Young Master, you are the last one to arrive.

Young Master Huan, however, smiled contentedly.

Isn't this normal?

Usually the protagonist appears last.

Besides, the scheduled meeting time hasn’t arrived yet.

Without saying much, Yang Huan walked into the hotel lobby with a smile. Seeing the lobby manager following him respectfully, Yang Huan suddenly stopped and slapped the lobby manager on the shoulder.

"Our underwater hotel is currently in need of a lobby manager. Are you interested?"

"Ah?" The lobby manager was shocked and immediately looked around in panic, fearing that someone would hear him.

The Landmark Hotel is in a sensitive period right now. If the news of my poaching gets out, I will definitely be finished.

Also, is this young master serious?

Seeing the inquiring look in the lobby manager's eyes, Yang Huan felt really troubled. Could it be that the words "untrustworthy" were written on my face?

Why is it that every time I speak seriously, I am always doubted?

Master Huan had no choice but to nod his head heavily and said, "If you are interested, take care of things in London and come to see me in Southampton!" After that, he continued to walk forward.

Believe it or not, I've told you this: if you miss it, it's your loss!

The lobby manager was left standing there in a daze, feeling extremely confused.

Master Ke Huan had just walked out of the lobby and entered the afternoon tea courtyard when a man suddenly rushed out from the side.

"Hey, Master Huan, what were you whispering about with that old man? You made him lose his mind. What's going on?"

Yang Huan didn't need to look back, he knew from the voice who it was it couldn't be Hamad.

But why is he speaking in such a sarcastic tone out of the blue?

Is it necessary to be so passionate?

"Haha, I didn't expect that Young Master Huan, who is surrounded by so many beautiful women, is not satisfied with this and even doesn't let the old man go!"

After saying that, Hamad turned around and clicked his tongue twice.

"No wonder. Although he is a little older, he still has charm and elegance."

Yang Huan couldn't stand it anymore, he turned around and kicked him, "I'm Feng Ni Lao Mei, Pian Ni Lao Mu!"

But Hamad knew Master Huan too well, and he jumped away and laughed.

"Get over here!" Yang Huan pointed at him viciously, "I promise I won't beat you to death!"

"Haha, Master Huan, tell me, am I that stupid?"

Yang Huan raised his eyebrows and flicked his fingers towards Long Wu beside him. Long Wu immediately clasped his hands together, making a series of snapping sounds.

Hamad suddenly wilted, like a defeated rooster, he walked over with his head lowered.

"Okay, Master Huan, hit me gently. Also, don't hit me in the face. I'm dating a little celebrity recently. If I hit you in the face, I'll be in trouble!"

Yang Huan almost fainted. Is this guy still the same unsophisticated little Middle Eastern prince?

Damn, you hippie, you're just like a loach!

Needless to say, he must have been hanging out with that guy who unbuttoned three buttons and became a playboy.

Really, he was such a simple person, but he was led astray!

After saying this, Master Huan looked very disappointed, sad, and heartbroken, as if he was really disappointed. He turned around and walked towards the elevator, not forgetting to let out a long sigh.

Hamad immediately realized that he had escaped, and chased after him with a laugh.

Long Wu looked at his left and right fists and sighed. He was clearly going to fight, so why didn’t he do that?

I no longer have the chance to attack, and my fists are rusty.

I got into the elevator, pressed the eighth floor button, and once the door closed, I was in a separate world.

"Master Huan, I heard that there will be major reforms this time. What do you plan to do?" Hamad also put away his playful smile and became serious.

Yang Huan was already used to his face-changing skills, and he said unhappily, "How do you do what?"

"My dad asked me to follow you, but we have to communicate first, otherwise how are we going to deal with it later?"

Yang Huan laughed when he heard it, "Wait a minute? You still have to deal with it?"

Hamad was depressed. At least I represent Tottenham Hotspur, don’t you think?

Can you give me some face?

"Anyway, relax. This matter has nothing to do with you or me."

"Why?" Hamad was totally confused.

The day before yesterday, Premier League CEO Richard Scudmore went to talk to Daniel Levy about these things, and spoke very seriously. Mubarak also called him, and acted as if his father was about to die.

Why does Master Huan seem to not care at all?

"No reason." Yang Huan smiled slightly. Just then, the elevator dinged and Young Master Huan slapped Hamad hard on the shoulder. The guy grimaced in pain, and then he smiled with satisfaction.

"You are a rich man, so who are you afraid of? If enemies come, we will stop them. If water comes, we will block them. Anyway, professional football is all about capital. Your family has nothing but a lot of money, right? As long as it is a problem that can be solved with money, do you think it is a problem?"

After saying that, Master Huan was the first to walk out of the elevator.

Hamad was left alone in the elevator, his mind in a daze.

What does this mean?

It seemed to make sense, but it also seemed like it said nothing.

Hamad was startled when he saw the elevator door close in front of him. He quickly pressed the door open and then quickly chased after him.

"Master Huan!"

"Hello, Master Huan!"

"It's been a long time since I last saw you, Master Huan!"

"You are still as charming as ever, Master Huan!"

As soon as Yang Huan walked into the conference hall, he was immediately warmly welcomed by almost everyone in the room.

Only Abramovich, the owner of Chelsea, who was sitting not far from the entrance, muttered sourly, "It's just that they played well in the European Cup, right? Even their appearance was so pretentious! Who are you showing it to?"

But Master Huan usually just ignores him. After all, they are enemies to begin with.

At this time, Mubarak came over and shook hands with Yang Huan. "Haha, congratulations, young master. You Southampton have been unstoppable recently. The league championship is almost certain to win, and there has been a breakthrough in the FA Cup as well!"

Yang Huan immediately waved his hands, "Nothing, nothing, isn't it just defeating a relegation team?"

Abramovich's face froze.

Looking around, everyone looked at him with a half-smile in their eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, which made him suddenly feel that everyone's eyes were like needles piercing him, which was so painful.

"Yang Huan, you..."

Yang Huan pretended to be stunned, shook his head and said, "Roman, what's wrong with me?"

Are you still pretending to be stupid?

Abramovich has a lot of grievances.

Who doesn’t know that what Yang Huan meant was to ridicule Chelsea as a relegation team?

The Blues were unlucky enough that they drew Southampton again in the FA Cup draw. As a result, they were defeated by the Saints' second team at Stamford Bridge and were eliminated from the FA Cup in disgrace.

Chelsea is currently still lingering in the relegation zone and its performance has not improved much.

This also made Yang Huan quite disappointed.

Originally, he had agreed with Mubarak and Hamad to kill Chelsea.

But unexpectedly, Abramovich refused to make a move even if he tried to poach Ramirez during the winter break.

However, Chelsea's desire to recruit new players was disrupted by these teams, which almost drove Abramovich crazy.

In the case of unfavorable team recruitment, Chelsea is limited by the team's strength and it is difficult to make any progress.

Moreover, the team's morale is low and many players have become alienated.

For example, players like Benatia and Cuadrado did not get any chance under Mourinho. The Portuguese would rather use veterans and players in other positions than them, which made Abramovich very depressed.

Judging from the current situation, Chelsea should have no problem staying in the league, except...

After this fall, I don’t know how long it will take to recover before Chelsea can regain its former glory.

Especially now that the competition in the Premier League is so fierce, how can it be easy to get back into the top four?

"Master Huan!" English Football Association Chairman David Bernstein also came over.

"Hello, David!" Yang Huan shook hands with him with a smile.

But when other people around saw this old man representing the English Football Association, they all seemed to avoid him.

Of course Yang Huan knew the reason.

In fact, Yang Huan already knew what David Bernstein was going to say, but he did not participate in it, did not express his opinion, and remained neutral.

In fact, to some extent, he was a little optimistic about this matter.

This is also the reason why he deliberately arrived there.