Football giants

Chapter 29 Will You Be My Girlfriend?

"The third thing is that our Southampton has always been the benchmark for England's youth training. Our Saints have always attached great importance to youth training. We know better than anyone else that no matter how hard it is, you can't suffer rookies, and no matter how poor you are, you can't poor youth training."

Yang Huan's speech was pure nonsense on the spot. Anyway, he could do whatever he wanted to hear, high-end and elegant, and even plagiarized famous quotes from great people on the spot.

"In view of the slow progress of the English youth training promotion plan hosted by the FA, we also feel the same at Southampton, so this time we decided to donate 200 million pounds to strongly support the FA youth training plan. We hope that in this way, we can call on more professional teams to invest in this public welfare undertaking."

If it is said that the decision to let Alan Pardew go just now surprised the reporters at the scene, then now, the donation of 200 million pounds to the FA for no reason has shocked everyone.

Who doesn't know that the donation to the youth training program is a high-level statement, but it is actually donated to the poor organization, the Football Association.

Could it be that Southampton wants to bribe the FA?
But the question is, £200 million?

A League One team, with this money, can bring in three or four players at the Championship level!

"Mr. Yang Huan, why do you consider donating 200 million pounds to the FA? Is there any interest in this?" A reporter asked loudly.

Yang Huan shook his head, "Please, don't make a good thing completely conspiratorial, okay? The world is not as dark as you imagined. I believe everyone is the same as me. I know the problem of English football very well. We need to change it, and Southampton is a part of English football."

"So, from my point of view, changing English football is changing Southampton."

This very impassioned statement won applause from some reporters present, but some people disagreed, thinking that the matter must not be so simple, and there must be some conspiracy.

But for these people, Yang Huan will not care too much, he can think whatever he likes, who cares?
"Mr. Yang Huan, I heard that Bielsa's annual salary for coaching Southampton exceeds that of Real Madrid's coach Mourinho. Is it true?" Another reporter asked.

Yang Huan immediately shook his head, "I have to clarify one point. I admire Bielsa very much. I think his football style represents a future trend. I personally went to Argentina to have a detailed discussion with him. We talked for a long time, but there is only one thing about salary. He doesn't care about the salary at all. What he wants is the space and platform to display his talent."

"We were able to invite Bielsa because we were able to create the space for him and give him enough resources. I think that's why Bielsa chose Southampton."

Some reporters on the scene were persuaded by Yang Huan's words. At least Bielsa is notorious for his strange temper.

If it is said that he coached Southampton for money, not many people really believe it.

"Mr. Yang Huan, according to what you say, Southampton is really going to sign up and transform the team as the outside world says?"

"Yes, that's right." Yang Huan nodded affirmatively.

"Can you disclose the specific goals?"

Yang Huan shook his head and laughed, "I don't have any specific goals for the time being, but I can say this, as long as it is a top star, as long as it is needed by our head coach, I will do my best to bring him to St. Mary's Stadium."

"The purpose and idea of ​​my acquisition of Southampton is very simple. I hope to build the Saints into a top team with the most successful operation, the most gorgeous style of play, the most pleasing to the eye, and the most outstanding strength in the shortest possible time."

"Maybe, we are still in League One now, but wait and see, we will return to the Premier League in the shortest possible time and enter the European arena. This is my promise to all Saints fans!"

Yang Huan's words immediately won him a burst of warm applause.

At the first press conference when he just took over the team, he once promised this, but everyone didn't believe it at the time, thinking that he was bragging, but amidst the doubts, he brought Bielsa, the real world famous coach.

Perhaps, in terms of performance, Bielsa is not as good as a real top coach, but no one can deny that Bielsa is a world-class coach, especially when he led Chile to conquer everyone in the World Cup in South Africa.

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After Yang Huan held a brief press conference outside St. Mary's Stadium, he walked into the team's administrative office.

"Master Huan, what you said just now is great!"

Sun Yue is a flatterer who flatters as soon as they meet. Who makes Yang Huan like to be praised the most?

"I can guarantee that they will hype the superstar we want to introduce next. This topic is endless."

Sun Yue has already begun to outline in his mind how the team's marketing and public relations departments will cooperate with this round of media hype, especially how to turn this hype into commercial benefits for the team.

"Master Huan, just now a local software company from Southampton wanted to sponsor our new season jersey advertisement."

"Really?" Yang Huan smiled, is there a business coming?
But when he heard Sun Yue's quotation, he almost scolded his mother.

"Eight hundred thousand pounds? Send the beggar? Let him go!"

Yang Huan also scolded Sun Yue indignantly, "Mother Xipi, you need to be ambitious in the future. You only have 80 pounds, so you came here to ask for instructions. 800 million is about the same. I have never seen money in my life? Next time you come to this kind of thing, just don't listen, just hang up on me!"

Sun Yue smiled wryly, "Master Kehuan, we are in League One."

"What's wrong with League One? League One can't participate in the FA Cup? Can't they participate in the League Cup? Or, the football team in League One doesn't have eleven players? Doesn't it mean that there are TV stations in the Premier League? When we introduce a few stars, maybe those TV stations will broadcast our games live."

"Go, tell them that jersey ads are not for sale, tell them to fuck off!"

"Oh." Sun Yue understood the young master's temper, and turned around to go to work.

"Wait, come back."

Sun Yue thought Yang Huan regretted it, so he turned around immediately.

"You have to be tougher. Remember, it's others who are begging us now, not us begging others. Don't treat yourself like a grandson who runs a business to promote pyramid schemes. Do we take the 180 million in our eyes?"

"Understood!" Hearing this, Sun Yue straightened his chest and raised his head, feeling as if he had become tall, rich and handsome.

"Go!" Yang Huan cursed with a smile.

Just as Sun Yue left, Yang Huan's phone rang again.

It turned out to be Charlene? Lahiri.

"Hello, Miss Laherui, when did you promise to invite me to dinner?" Yang Huan asked with a smile.

Charlene Lahiri on the phone had black lines all over her head, "I'm outside the gate of your stadium."

Yang Huan hung up the phone, greeted Long Wu, and told him to go out and bring someone in, while he walked towards the office.

This office originally belonged to Markus Liebherr. Since he fell ill, this office has been vacant. After Yang Huan purchased the team, it naturally belonged to Yang Huan.

Yang Huan doesn't like this office, and he doesn't even like St. Mary's Stadium at all.

Too small, too weak, without the slightest feeling of being tall, rich and handsome.

Sooner or later, if you have the opportunity, you must build the world's top super stadium!
Just as the butt sat down, there was a knock on the door.

Long Wu opened the door, and after Charlene Lahiri came in, he turned around and closed the door again and went out.

Hearing a bang behind her, Charlene turned her head to look and found that the door was closed, her heart trembled.

What does he want?
"Sit!" Yang Huan didn't think there was any problem with the lonely man and the widow. He was with Zhang Ning every night, but nothing happened.

Charlene Lahiri has been in the limelight for the past two days, and she is about to hug Yang Huan's thick thigh tightly. How can she dare to offend the new Southampton boss who is currently in the limelight?

"What can I do for you?" Yang Huan smiled and looked at the British beauty in front of him.

Every time Yang Huan sees her beautiful face and cold eyes, if he can conquer her and let her eyes project the tenderness of twisting fingers, it must be the most fulfilling thing for a man.

"I want to conduct an exclusive interview with you." Charlene Lahiri said timidly.

She even thought to herself, there is a price for asking questions, so what is the price of an exclusive interview?

Unexpectedly, Yang Huan shook his head, "Sorry, I'm not interested in accepting an interview, at least not for the time being."

"why?"

Yang Huan shrugged, "Suddenly, I'm in a bad mood."

Is this a reason for refusing an interview?
Charlene Lahiri felt like she was breaking down. Why didn't this guy play cards according to common sense?

Who wouldn't want an exclusive interview to be published in a newspaper?

"Well, what do you think should be done to make you feel better?" She felt very helpless, the editor-in-chief was pressing hard, and the newspaper office really needed to continue to add fire, and she was under a lot of pressure now.

"It's hard, it's really hard." Yang Huan shook his head in distress, "You know, I'm very optimistic by nature, and I rarely feel unhappy, so once I'm in a bad mood, it usually lasts for a while, which makes me very painful."

Charlene Lahiri smiled wryly in her heart, does this have anything to do with me?

If it's not for an exclusive interview, I don't care if you're in a good mood or not?

"There's always a way, isn't there?" She said with a wry smile, as long as it wasn't too much, she would consider it.

"It's reasonable for you to say that, but it's still difficult. You have to think carefully." Yang Huan reminded her very kindly.

Charlene Lahiri knew that it would not be so easy to pry Yang Huan's mouth open, so she sighed, "Say it."

"You know, some parents are very authoritarian. They wish they could arrange everything for their children, just like my parents. They not only want to arrange my life, but also my marriage."

Yang Huan spoke very sincerely, but Charlene Lahiri couldn't understand it.

is this real?
Even if it is true, what does it matter to me?
"I'm only 20 years old, but they have already found a future wife for me, a fat and ugly woman that no man can bear, but this woman is super rich, so they forced me to marry her because it would help the family business."

Speaking of this, Yang Huanyu sighed earnestly, "The saddest thing for me is that I have lived for 20 years, but I haven't even had a relationship. As soon as I think about this, and I want to marry that woman, I feel very sad, super sad."

Charlene Lahiri didn't know whether what he said was true or not.

She couldn't figure out this man at all.

"and then?"

Yang Huan raised his head and looked at her sincerely, "I was just thinking, if there is a beautiful and beautiful woman who agrees to be my girlfriend, date me, and have a relationship with me, then I will definitely be in a good mood."

"So, would you like to be my girlfriend?"

　Thank you book friend [Wei] for your reward!

　　
　
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