Football giants

Chapter 255 African Andy Lau

have not thought?
Damn, is this a scam?

The face of the Duke of Westminster became very interesting.

He felt as if he was fooled into getting slaughtered, but still foolishly helping others count the money.

But he really wanted his son to hang out with Yang Huan for a while.

He knew that since the young master landed in England, he had done so many things, almost none of which were unsuccessful.

This time even Prince William proposed to join the membership, saying that he planned to set up some kind of youth entrepreneurship foundation or something like that.

He planned to let his son join the club. On the one hand, he hoped that his son would grow up to some extent and learn some skills from Yang Huan. After all, it is easier for young people to learn things from young people.

On the other hand, even if you can't learn anything, if you can get along with Prince William, it will help your son's future.

Besides, who are the people who can pay the annual membership fee of [-] pounds?

What does the future hold for this group of people?

Just focus on this level, and you will definitely not lose money!

Of course, the premise is that Yang Huan can really recruit so many people.

But it doesn't matter if you can't get hired, isn't it just one hundred thousand pounds?
Charlene Lahiri was not as complicated as the Duke of Westminster's mind. She felt that Yang Huan liked to talk nonsense, and he actually fooled the Duke.

But she was also very curious, could it be that Yang Huan was really just messing around?

What kind of man is the Duke of Westminster if there is really only nonsense left?How could you send your son to him?

"Of course, Lord Duke, I am not only accepting members in the UK, my goal is the whole world, as long as I can afford the membership fee, as long as I can promise to come to watch every game, I will accept it!"

Speaking of this, Yang Huan said with a chuckle: "I don't believe it, there are so many rich second generations in the world, and there are not even a thousand of them."

The Duke of Westminster nodded with a smile, which makes sense.

"Mr. Yang Huan, then I won't say much, I will leave this matter to you!"

"It's easy to say, easy to say." Yang Huan said modestly.

But the expression... well, it's a little hypocritical, a little fake.

"In a few days, I plan to organize a party in London. If Mr. Yang Huan is free, please be sure to come."

"Definitely, I will definitely go when I have time!" Yang Huan said with a perfunctory smile.

"Miss Laheery, come too!" The Duke of Westminster said to Charlene Lahirey.

"Okay, thank you, Your Excellency Duke."

Charlene Lahiri watched the Duke of Westminster leave with mixed feelings in her heart.

For many, it was an absolute godsend opportunity to break into high society.

But she knew in her heart that she was able to enjoy this glory thanks to Yang Huan.

With such an opportunity, it will be of great benefit to her future development.

Who did the Duke of Westminster associate with?

Either the richest man, the political celebrity, or the socialite, no matter how bad it is, they are all big names in the entertainment industry.

She is a well-known reporter, but she really can't climb such a high branch.

"Hey, are you going?" Charlene Lahiri looked at Yang Huan and asked.

"To what?" Yang Huan asked strangely.

"Go to that party he said."

"He said it casually, are you serious? Yang Huan thinks it's a little funny.

"Even if it's true, I have to see if I'm free, and I'll go if I have time."

"Oh." Charlene Lahiri was speechless.

She was sure in her heart that if she was really invited, if Yang Huan went, she would go, if Yang Huan did not go, then she would not go either.

"By the way, have you all been talking about our recruitment of members recently?"

Yang Huan has been very busy recently, so he didn't pay much attention to the news.

Charlene Lahiri looked at him and found that he was really ignorant, so she nodded with a wry smile.

"You don't know what you did yourself? Now the entire media world is almost talking about it as a joke."

It's no wonder that which team will receive [-] pounds for membership fees?

If the fee is really so high, how much membership fee will be charged for Manchester United, Arsenal, Manchester City and other teams with so many members?

Of course, such a comparison is inappropriate.

Members of Southampton and members of other teams are two different concepts.

But as far as the media is concerned, it doesn't matter what you are, in short, if there are gimmicks and promotional things, I will hype them, and I will talk about the sales first.

But in this way, it also indirectly helped Southampton do promotion.

Now I am afraid that everyone in the world who has paid a little attention to this team knows that Southampton is recruiting [-] core members.

Yang Huan has always adopted an attitude of ignoring the hype of the outside media.

"A joke? I don't know who is a joke!" Yang Huan said with a proud smile.

If it was before, he didn't have much confidence.

But now, didn't I see that the richest man in Britain is rushing to send his son to me?
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In the morning, walking on the streets of Johannesburg, South Africa, the 55-year-old Baloch was indistinguishable from the countless black compatriots who passed by, even his clothes were similar.

It is not at all obvious that he is the owner of a company.

Not to mention, his company's client list includes the world's top brands such as Coca-Cola, Adidas, and Nike.

At first glance, he looks like a black macho from the ghetto.

Stepping on the zebra crossing, crossing the road, came to a supermarket run by Chinese people opposite.

As soon as you enter the door, with a jingle, the boss knows that the guest is coming.

"Daily Sun and Sunday Times!" Barocchi stood in front of the cash register, his fingers tapped on the table with the rhythm of the music, and his body twisted along with the melody.

Both are the largest-selling newspapers in Africa.

The Daily Sun has nothing to do with the Sun of the British News Corporation. It is a newspaper of a listed media group in South Africa. It is published every day and has millions of readers.

As for the Sunday Times, it was a weekly paper and it sold very well.

Such newspapers are sold in every supermarket.

After picking up the newspaper, Baloch grinned his white teeth on a dark face, "Boss, don't listen to your Chinese songs next time, listen to ours!"

"Got it!" The Chinese boss agreed with a smile.

But every time he came, he still listened to those Chinese songs that Baluoqi couldn't understand at all.

After picking up the newspaper, Baroch didn't leave. Instead, he went to the freezer in the supermarket, got a bottle of water, found a stool in the corner, moved to the cashier and sat down, opened the newspaper and read it.

Interestingly, whether it is a daily newspaper or a weekly newspaper, the headlines on the front pages of the two major newspapers today are actually the same thing.

Drogba joins Southampton!
"Southampton?" Balocci hissed, thinking a little hard, which team is this?
"Boss, do you know Southampton?" Baroch asked.

The Chinese boss smiled and shook his head, "I don't know, I've never heard of it."

"You guys only know how to make money, and you're not interested in football!" Balocci joked with a smile.

"I know you made your fortune from football, and you know you are a fan!" Chinese bosses are used to this.

This baloch was a well-known figure in several nearby streets.

I used to be a painter in the slums, but then I got whimsical and thought about cutting the helmet with a high-temperature tool, and then painted the team flag and team emblem on it colorfully, and then plugged in the horn.

Once the team loses, take him off and throw him on the ground to vent.

Therefore, this kind of hat also has a nickname, called the fan vent hat.

During the World Cup in South Africa, the sales were crazy. Even Coca-Cola, Adidas and other brands asked him to order as gifts.

"I'm just wondering, why did Drogba go to Southampton without waiting for Chelsea?"

Baloch muttered to himself, then looked down at his news.

Looking at it this way, it is even more strange.

The English Championship team is still owned by a Chinese.

"Hey, look, have you Chinese gone to England to buy a football team?" Baroch asked, pointing to the newspaper.

The supermarket owner laughed again, "How do I know? I stay here 24 hours a day, how could I know?"

"Oh." Baloch shook his head again.

It feels like saying, in fact, you are also quite pitiful.

It's not easy to make money these days.

"Hold a press conference on WeChat? WeChat? What the hell?" Balocci continued to read the news and noticed the term.

This time he was really talking to himself, not having the slightest hope for the supermarket owner.

He even took out his mobile phone and planned to call a friend to ask.

"WeChat, I know that." The supermarket owner was proud of it.

"You know?" Baloch was a little surprised.

"Speaking of football, I don't know, and I don't know what kind of bastard you are talking about, but WeChat, I know."

"What it is?"

The supermarket owner pulled out the drawer, took out his mobile phone, turned on the screen, and pointed to a green icon inside.

"Well, this is it."

"What is it for? Playing video?" Baroch asked.

"No, it's for chatting." The supermarket owner said with a smile.

That look seems to be laughing at him, you kid is really funny.

Think of WeChat as Youdou.

"For chatting? Social tools?" Baloch understood a little now.

"Well, it seems to be. Anyway, I use it to connect to the wireless network and chat with my relatives in China. It is very useful, I think." The supermarket owner smiled and showed Barocchi the function of WeChat.

Baloch also thought it was a bit interesting after reading it, and immediately downloaded one on his mobile phone.

Download with wireless network, the speed is not mentioned, it will be done soon.

The subsequent registration and the like will be more convenient.

That is, after the registration was completed and he entered WeChat, he discovered that among the hundreds of friends in his address book, no one used it, and he was the first to use this tool.

interesting!
WeChat quickly popped up an interface asking whether to notify friends that they are using WeChat.

"Hey, of course I want to inform you!" Baloch felt that this was a very dignified matter.

Soon, the notice went out.

After sending the WeChat message, Balocci clicked on WeChat, searched for Drogba, and quickly found Drogba's star account, and followed it. The whole process was very simple and easy to understand, even if he hadn't contacted it before, he could understand it at a glance.

"Drogba is holding a press conference, do you want to attend?" Wechat sent a reminder.

Baloch chose yes without hesitation.

Soon they entered the press conference site, and there were people at the top.

When he saw it, Baloch was dumbfounded.

Hey, more than 500 million people, this is too outrageous, right?
There are several options below, including asking questions, exiting and so on.

The middle of the screen seemed to be the site of the press conference, with questions and answers popping up constantly.

"Hello, I'm a fan from China. I want to ask, Mr. Drogba, what do you think of the nickname "African Andy Lau?"

Soon, Drogba gave a reply, and his font color was more conspicuous.

"Andy Lau? I don't know who it is. Is it famous? Why did you give me this nickname?"

Baloch saw it and couldn't help laughing.

"Hey, boss, who is Andy Lau?"

He spoke pinyin, which was a bit awkward.

The supermarket owner didn't understand it for a while, but he guessed it when he saw the pinyin on the phone screen.

"Oh, Andy Lau, we are a very famous star in China, he is very handsome."

"Handsome?" Baloch was dumbfounded, "Are you sure?"

"That's right, he is most famous for being handsome. He's so handsome." The owner of the supermarket is obviously a fan of Andy Lau.

With a bang, Balocci slammed his head on the cash register, scaring the supermarket owner into thinking it was a big earthquake.

Then he laughed outrageously.

"Drogba? Is he handsome? If he looks handsome, I'm Tom Cruise!"

Seeing him laughing so nervously, the supermarket owner was a little puzzled.

"What kind of holiday is it today? Why is everyone acting weird?"

　I have something to go out tonight, so I will update it in advance!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)