Football giants

Chapter 492 Banning Order

Yang Huan pushed open the door of the conference room on the eighth floor of the Landmark Hotel again, and everyone inside fell silent.

"How is it? How did you think about it?" Yang Huan asked, walking back to his seat with a smile.

Everyone in the room was looking at me, and I was looking at you, and no one was willing to speak.

Even Abramovich, who has always been at odds with Master Huan, remained silent this time.

Everyone can see that the copyright of the Premier League has little value in China, and it has been declining.

But the problem is, there are so many Chinese people, so many fans, and the market is so big, it is simply a gold mine, and it would be a pity not to dig it!
Even if you don't dig or cultivate in the Premier League, what about other leagues?

Master Huan is willing to take over, that is the most ideal!

"Mr. Yang Huan!" Ashley, the chairman of Newcastle, stood up.

"Actually, I'm not interested in who the copyright of the Premier League is sold to. I'm only interested in one thing..."

He immediately laughed, the fat on his face trembled, "That's money!"

After a pause, he looked around, "Since you are interested, and other companies are also interested, then simply follow the rules of the Premier League, secretly auction, the highest bidder wins!"

Needless to say, Ashley's proposal really won the approval of many people present.

This is a secret auction, as long as both parties are interested in competing, the price will soar every minute.

Besides, the investors behind the company that currently holds the broadcasting rights of the Premier League are the backstage of SkyVoice.

In other words, this company has been operating the copyright of the Premier League in the Chinese market for six years, and it must not give up so easily.

Xinying Company offered 1000 million pounds, and Young Master Huan offered 500 million pounds. This is completely the rhythm of competition.

Dark shot!
Maybe the price will soar immediately?

Yang Huan shook his hands, nodded and smiled, "Then don't bother, I will take back the proposal of 500 million pounds a year!"

"I won't buy the Premier League copyright!"

Everyone's expressions froze immediately, so they retreated?
Ashley, who stood up, stood there awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.

This young master Huan is too capricious, right?
When Premier League rights are in play?
You said yes just now, and you were so excited to provoke others, but then you turned your head and said no?
Are you playing tricks on others?
Scudemore secretly groaned in his heart, and looked at Ashley complaining.

Damn you, it's really not enough for success, but more than failure?
Back then you secretly leaked the Southampton strike to the media. I haven’t even settled the debt with you. Now you are doing well, but you have offended the uncle who sent you to your door. What do you want?
There were a few people present who had the same thoughts as Scudemore, and they all looked at Ashley in unison, with no good intentions.

Fifteen million pounds a year, although compared with the total copyright income of the Premier League, it is very insignificant, but no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat.

Besides, isn't the copyright of the Premier League all accumulated by the 2000 million yuan?

If you really want to give up all the 2000 million market, it is not certain how much the Premier League copyright can be sold!

"Master Huan, I'm just kidding, we can discuss something, right?" Scudemore immediately came out to resolve the embarrassment.

"Yeah, if you have something to say, don't get angry!"

"Master Huan is a young man after all, haha, I'm too anxious, isn't this still being discussed!"

"That's right, that's right, I think, the company sold to Master Huan is good and reliable!"

"Well, I also think it is, 500 million pounds, which is a significant increase from the previous three years."

"I also agree, and Master Huan is Chinese, and understanding the Chinese market is good for the promotion and operation of the Premier League."

"Everyone has seen the capabilities of WeChat, so I think it's okay."

There was a lot of discussion among the crowd, and it was obvious that most of them supported selling it to Yang Huan.

After all, the price proposed by the existing copyright owner was only 1000 million pounds, while Master Huan offered 500 million pounds. The gap is obvious. If you don't sell it, you will be a fool.

Yang Huan also smiled slightly after hearing everyone's voices.

"Actually, to be honest with you, I have already learned that the copyright of the Premier League in China has not been able to make a breakthrough. One of the important reasons is that we have too many short-sighted behaviors."

Everyone at the scene immediately fell silent, listening intently to what Young Master Huan had to say.

"Why is the NBA so popular in China? Because they spent 20 years operating this market, but what about us? We change every three years, how many companies have we changed so far?"

Yang Huan's words made Scudemore a little embarrassed.

From EPSN to Tiansheng to the current Xinying, there have been countless copyright disputes in the middle, and the broadcast was even suspended for a while.

When you think about it, it's quite a headache.

"The Chinese market is developing by leaps and bounds. In the past, many people said that Chinese people don't like paid programs. I said that's nonsense. On the one hand, it's because the Chinese people's spending power is limited, but on the other hand, it's because the market is not perfect. We haven't worked hard to cultivate this market. We only think about one thing, making money!"

"To put it bluntly, China has a population of more than one billion and the largest fan base in the world. Manchester United issued a report this summer, saying that the total number of fans in China is as high as [-] million."

Having said that, Yang Huan looked at Manchester United's David Gill.

The latter nodded solemnly and said: "Indeed, we obtained the data after investigation by an authoritative organization."

In Yang Huan's heart, he actually laughed and scolded in disdain, "Damn it, I'm afraid you count everyone who knows what Manchester United is as a Manchester United fan, right?"
If this is the case, how much do our Southampton fans get?
But everyone present was obviously shocked by David Gill's words.

1000 million fans, needless to say, just one out of ten people watching the live broadcast, that is [-] million.

Oh Mecca!

This is too crazy, right?
But Yang Huan quickly poured out cold water.

"But now, including Tiansheng and Xinying, they are saying that the copyright of the Premier League is a big loss in the Chinese market. Why?"

Facing Yang Huan's questioning, everyone in the conference room fell silent.

They all began to realize that this is a big gold mine, far beyond their imagination!
"So, my request is very simple, 500 million pounds per year, give me ten years, and I will cultivate this market!"

Yang Huan's loud words made the conference room fall silent.

Ten years is a long time!
It has only been 20 years since the Premier League was established!
Ten years is equivalent to half!
And the 500 million pounds now is completely different from the 500 million pounds ten years later, okay?

The market is getting bigger and bigger, so let’s not talk about it. Even if there is inflation, it’s a steady profit, okay?
But looking at it from another angle, if it doesn’t sell, Xinying is the only potential buyer. The price is firmly fixed at 1000 million pounds, and now Yang Huan has risen by 50.00% in one go. For an emerging market, it is not easy.

Besides, if you don't give others some sweetness, who has nothing to do and runs to help you develop the market?
It's not that I'm too idle!
Thinking of this, the conference room started to discuss again, but the direction of the wind has obviously changed.

Tottenham Hotspur CEO Daniel Levy stood up, "I agree with Master Huan's proposal, sell it!"

"We Manchester City also agree!"

"Manchester United has no objections!"

"Arsenal has no objection either!"

With all the giants and powerful teams expressing their opinions one after another, Scudemore breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, let's vote!"

As soon as the voice fell, they began to raise their hands to vote.

You don't need to look to know that all the raised arms agree.

Ashley's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

He felt rejected and slapped in the face!
"Okay, then I will officially announce that from [-] to [-], the exclusive broadcast rights of the Premier League in China and Macau for the next ten years will be sold to WeChat!"

With the announcement of Scudemore's sentence, this transaction was concluded.

Everyone present looked at Yang Huan with admiration.

Fifty million pounds a year is 500 million pounds in ten years!

I heard that this deal was improvised by Young Master Huan. From the moment he walked into the meeting room, how long has it taken to finalize such a major deal contract? How much courage does it take to do it?
After Yang Huan smiled and nodded his thanks, he looked at Ashley again.

"It's a pity, Mr Ashley, it's the way it is."

Ashley snorted coldly, feeling very angry in his heart.

This group of guys who sneaked into the eyes of money were conquered by a Chinese banknote, do they still have the backbone?
"Oh, forgot to remind you, Mr Ashley!"

Yang Huan suddenly thought of something and laughed again.

"I heard that you Newcastle also want to go to China, but I advise you not to go."

"Why?" Ashley got angry, you even want to take care of my affairs?
"Does China belong to your family?"

Yang Huan laughed again, "China belongs to the Chinese people, so of course it wasn't run by our family."

"That's good, don't worry about our affairs!" Ashley seemed very backbone.

Yang Huan was not angry either, "But from now on, as long as the copyright of the Chinese region of the Premier League is still in my hands, as long as Newcastle is still in your hands, you Newcastle don't expect to be able to take the lead. This is me, Yang Huan, here today, issuing a ban on you!"

When it came to the end, Master Huan's face was already filled with a murderous look.

Just kidding, damn it, I didn't invite you to provoke you, you've already had eight lifetimes of good luck, yet you still provoke me instead?

If I don't give you some color, look, you think I'm easy to bully?

Everyone present felt the tense atmosphere between the two.

Ashley stood up and looked at Yang Huan in disbelief. He was angry but also terrified.

It never occurred to him that Yang Huan, a young man who always looked kind, would issue such a ban order to him in front of him, which made him feel humiliated and angry.

But at the same time, he was also a little scared.

With Yang Huan's strength and influence, there are too many ways to deal with him.

Especially when Ashley looked around as if asking for help, but found that after Yang Huan left the table, everyone in the Premier League embraced him one by one and left him alone.

This time, whoever loses and who wins is already a judgment.

It was only now that Ashley realized that thanks to how much he prided himself on his daily life, it turned out that his popularity within the Premier League was so poor.

Not even a comrade in arms!

Oh no, there's one more, Roman Abramovich of Chelsea!

At this moment, the Russian he hated so much turned out to be inexplicably cute!

He almost rushed up to hug him and kiss him fiercely!
But who would have thought that after everyone left, Abramovich also stood up and sneered at him.

How bitter and mean was revealed in that sneer.

Is this still Abramovich who claims to be a gentleman on weekdays?
"Oh, it's good to be blocked, who made you unable to control your stinky mouth?"

"Ha, although I usually hate Yang Huan, but today, I have to say, he did a really good job!"

After finishing speaking, Abramovich walked out the door with a sneer.

Ashley was furious, staring at Abramovich's back, gnashing his teeth with hatred.

He hated Yang Huan, but he was even more ruthless to this Russian who made trouble!
Soon, Ashley took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Hey, Alan, I must win the game against Southampton tomorrow night!"

"No, I don't want to try my best, I want you to win!"

"If you lose, you fucking get out, if you hear me, if you lose, get out!"

Standing outside the conference room, the waiters at the Landmark Hotel could clearly hear the roar from the conference room.

In that roar, there was a monstrous anger and a deep powerlessness.

(End of this chapter)