Football giants

Chapter 405 I Call You Grandpa!
When a gold Lagonda Conqueror of local tyrant quickly drove up to the gate of Landmark Hotel from Marylebone Road, the guards of honor standing on both sides of the gate immediately ran forward.

"Welcome to Landmark, my lord!"

Two guards of honor, one on the left and one on the right, ran over to help the guests open the car door.

The other one quickly ran to the driver's seat and waited for Long Wu to get off, apparently to help drive to the parking lot.

Long Wu had followed Yang Huan for a long time, knew the rules, and slipped a pound in after getting off the car.

The soldier of honor knew how much it was without looking at it, and immediately thanked him ecstatically.

Afterwards, there were tips for those who drove the door and the guards who helped open the door of the hotel.

Yang Huan and Peter Kenyon walked into the hotel lobby unimpeded.

"Dear sir, is there anything I can help you with?" Immediately, a well-mannered middle-aged male police officer in a suit and leather shoes greeted him with a professional and kind smile on his face.

"Oh, it's Mr. Kenyon!"

Peter Kenyon represented Manchester United and Chelsea, was a regular at the Premier League chairmen's summit, and was a regular at the Landmark Hotel.

"This is my boss, Mr. Yang Huan!" Peter Kenyon introduced with a smile.

The waiter immediately looked awe-inspiring, "Hello, respected Mr. Yang Huan, welcome to Landmark!"

As if he had already guessed the purpose of Yang Huan and Peter Kenyon's visit, he immediately stretched out his hand and pointed forward.

"Two, this way please!"

Yang Huan felt from the beginning to the end that this butler-like waiter looked very respectful and had a good attitude, but he was a little fake, a little too professional, and even deliberate.

But there is no way, you can't ask the waiters in the hotel to be as caring as the personal maids in your own home, right?

The lobby of the hotel is very traditional in England, in the architectural style of the Victorian period. The vaulted ceiling is so high, the giant chandeliers, exquisite murals and oil paintings make people stroll in it and deeply feel the flavor of the British aristocracy.

But through the lobby, it suddenly became clear.

Behind the lobby is a tall and open atrium.

The atrium was divided into several dining areas. It was afternoon tea time at this time, and many gentlemen and ladies were sitting in it, enjoying their afternoon tea quietly.

The whole scene makes people feel warm and comfortable.

"Are they all here?" Yang Huan asked casually.

The waiter was also smart, and he understood immediately, "There are still a few who haven't arrived yet!"

Every three months, the Premier League Chairman's Summit is held here, which is also an honor of the Landmark Hotel.

Therefore, the hotel also attaches great importance to it. There is even a round table meeting room specially for them to hold meetings on the eighth floor of the top floor.

"Then let's enjoy afternoon tea here first!" Yang Huan walked into the atrium with a smile.

"Okay, this way please!"

The waiters were really professional, and they quickly led them to an empty dining area, which was very quiet.

After Yang Huan, Peter Kenyon and Long Wu ordered an afternoon tea, they sat in their seats and watched.

The underwater hotel in Southampton is a project that Yang Huan attaches great importance to, so in the past period of time, whenever he went to a place, he would definitely stay in the best local hotel, and even occasionally write down some thoughts and feelings.

"The predecessor of the Landmark Hotel was the Grand Central Station Hotel, which has been around for more than 100 years. It was a railway hotel in the Victorian era." Peter Kenyon knew that Master Huan was interested in the hotel, and immediately introduced it with a smile.

Anyway, when you sit down, you always have to find something to talk about.

"Later, the hotel re-invited the famous architect, Robert William Edith, who is known for his Gothic Revival architectural style, to design it. It almost perfectly preserved the Victorian style, and also showed the prosperity and style of the Victorian era."

Yang Huan couldn't stop nodding.

He is well-informed now, but he was still surprised when he walked into this hotel just now.

As in the lobby, so in the atrium.

The layout and design of the entire hotel is indeed quite amazing.

While Yang Huan and Peter Kenyon were enjoying a quiet afternoon tea, two more people walked in from outside the hotel lobby.

The leader is a British middle-aged man about 50 years old, not tall, but with a round face, the most impressive thing is the abrupt double chin, which is definitely memorable at a glance.

No matter how you look at it, you are not that fat. How can you have such an amazing double chin?
Next to this middle-aged man is an old man in his 60s. Interestingly, both of them have similar body types, both are not tall and slightly fat, and the old man's double chin is also obvious.

It's really suspicious, these two people can't be father and son, right?

"That's the owner of Newcastle, Mike Ashley, and his club director, Derek Lambiase."

Peter Kenyon sat opposite Yang Huan, pointed at the two people at the entrance, and introduced.

Yang Huan let out an oh, so it's not father and son, what a pity!
But when I think about it, I find it funny, why do two people look like this?
"Mike Ashley is a local rich man in the UK. He is on the rich list. His net worth is as high as 20 billion pounds. He started his business in the retail industry."

Yang Huan nodded, thinking to himself, fortunately he brought Peter Kenyon with him, otherwise he would be depressed.

But he knew about Ashley.

When he came to England to buy the team, Kesh Harris mentioned Newcastle.

Ashley bought Newcastle from the original chairman Shepard in [-].

It turned out that after the acquisition, you know, Newcastle still has a big bad debt, and Shepard didn't tell him.

Alright, I've been taken for a ride!

But Ashley is also very individual, he scolded directly, and vowed to sell Newcastle.

This will anger the Newcastle fans.

Damn it, the new chairman just bought the team, and he said he would sell it in a blink of an eye. What do you mean?
In addition, Ashley angered the head coach Keegan at the time because he refused to pay for the transfer, and Keegan left angrily.

And Ashley's life is not easy, not to mention offending the fans, the team still can't sell.

From his point of view, the asking price is really not too much, because he calculated the purchase price based on the repayment of debts, and finally came up with a slightly higher price, but it would cost more than 3 million pounds.

But this price scares away all potential buyers, especially as the financial crisis hits and Newcastle is rotten in their hands.

But this guy's personality is also a bit interesting. He shouts to sell every year, no matter how your fans scold him, that's what he does.

Not only did he say that, he did it.

I'm afraid no one has seen it. Has the owner of any club directly posted a sale notice on the official website?

That's what he does!
And his non-stop fuss finally caused Newcastle to be relegated.

Therefore, some people say that he is the most goddamn boss in the Premier League!

However, in the past two years, after Newcastle returned to the Premier League, it has gained a firm foothold in the Premier League. Last season, it also reached fifth in the Premier League. Newcastle seems to have signs of a comprehensive revival.

Like everyone who walked into the hotel atrium, Mike Ashley also stood at the entrance and looked around.

Rao Yang Huan had already sat in the corner very low-key, but the fat man with sharp eyes still paid attention to him.

Not only that, he also walked up with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Yang Huan!" Mike Ashley stretched out his hand with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Ashley!" Yang Huan shook his hand with a polite smile.

But I was wondering in my heart, why are you looking for me?

We don't know each other well!
"I heard that Mr. Yang Huan is having a hard time recently!" Ashley said with a smile, referring to something else.

Yang Huan pretended to be stupid, "Is there any? Why didn't I know?"

"That may be because you still don't know your current situation!" Having said that, Ashley pointed to Peter Kenyon.

"You should ask Peter, he will know better than you!"

Peter Kenyon smiled faintly. "Mr. Ashley is joking!"

"Are you kidding me? I'll know soon!" The fat man laughed.

"However, I still have to remind Mr. Yang Huan that although the Premier League has [-] teams and more and more foreign owners, many things are decided by the local circle!"

What do you mean?
Yang Huan is a little depressed!
Damn, you got fifth last season, do you really think you can inherit Newcastle's previous status and influence in the Premier League?

You don’t count with your fingers, your current Newcastle is a fart!
"This is a well-intentioned reminder, Mr. Yang Huan. After all, I have to thank you!"

Seeing that he made it clear that he was here to put pressure on him, Yang Huan immediately smiled.

"Don't be so polite, Mr. Ashley, we Chinese have always been very helpful!"

Ashley's face froze immediately. Damn, isn't she too thick-skinned?
Do you understand the polite words?
"Remember Alan Pardue?"

Of course Yang Huan remembers, he not only remembers, but also knows that Alan Pardew is now the head coach of Newcastle.

After being suspended for a year, this guy came back again. I don’t know what kind of luck he had, he became the head coach of Newcastle in the Premier League, and he also led Newcastle to gain a firm foothold in the Premier League. Last season, he also won fifth in the league.

This time it became famous!

It seems that he has the potential to become a local famous coach in the Premier League!
"Alan? Pardue..." Yang Huan clicked his tongue a few times, as if he couldn't remember who it was.

Mike Ashley is depressed, you don't even remember Alan Pardew, so how can I continue to pretend?
Is there anyone who is so tossing around like you?
Can't we cooperate a little bit?
You let me pretend to be dead?

"It's the Southampton coach you fired!" Ashley reminded angrily.

"Oh!" Yang Huan suddenly realized.

"You mean that good-for-nothing? I remembered, what's wrong with him?"

Ashley wanted to speak immediately, but was preempted by Yang Huan.

"I thought at the beginning that this guy has no ability at all. He is just fooling around. Only a bastard boss who is a fool and an idiot will let this kind of person coach the team. I believe that there should be no such stupid pen in the entire European football world, right?"

Mike? Ashley has a fat face, and the expressions are rich.

He was about to spray almost on the spot.

I'm that fool and idiot goddamn boss you call me!

But, he couldn't say that!

You can't help yourself, right?

"Ahem!" Peter Kenyon stood aside, coughed twice, and reminded him in a low voice, pretending.

"Master Huan, Alan Pardew is now the head coach of Newcastle!"

Only then did Yang Huan turn pale with shock, "Oh, no, no, I made a mistake just now, I'm sorry, Mr. Ashley, I didn't mean it!"

Didn't you mean it?

If you fucking didn't do it on purpose, I'd call you grandpa!

"Actually, Alan Pardew is a very high-level head coach. I am very optimistic about him. I think he is likely to become the best head coach in the UK after Ferguson. I believe that he will be able to turn Newcastle into a wealthy team. I am optimistic about him!"

But these words of praise were extremely harsh to Mike Ashley's ears.

Do you like him?

If you were optimistic about him, would you have fired him at the beginning?

OK, you're fooling me, aren't you?
Hmph, let's wait and see!
After speaking, Mike Ashley snorted angrily, turned around and left.

Yang Huan shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"Why bother to install a pen? The pen was struck by lightning!"

Peter Kenyon couldn't help it, he couldn't stop laughing.

(End of this chapter)