Football giants

Chapter 50 Handsome guy, are you an adult yet?

"Hey, you brat, have you ever talked to Dad like that?"

Yang Wenfeng turned around slightly, leaving only one side to everyone in the conference room, pretending to be training his son.

Many people in the conference room were snickering in private, who didn't know that our majestic Mr. Yang, who could make tens of millions of people lose their jobs collectively, just couldn't control his precious son.

Yang Huan on the other side of the phone yawned a lot, "Don't say much, you disturbed my sleep, I will compensate you 1 million, remember to transfer it, now I give you a minute, if you have anything to say, hurry up, I still need to sleep."

"You brat, [-] million? Are you blackmailing?"

"There are still 50 seconds left." Yang Huan said with a yawn.

"I..." Yang Wenfeng really lost his mind, well, sleep is more important than me, you cow!

"I called you just to ask, can you introduce your WeChat into China?"

"Introduce to China?" Yang Huan felt refreshed when he heard this. He had already been making such a plan, so the studio is developing a Chinese version, not only a Chinese version, but also a Japanese version, a Korean version, and other language versions.

"It's not me hitting you, Dad, as far as those people in your company can't handle this kind of high technology."

"I..." If Yang Huan was standing in front of him now, Yang Wenfeng swore that he would smash his head. Have you ever seen a son bury his father like this?

But Yang Huan changed the subject, "However, if you are really interested, I can consider cooperating with you. I will provide the people, and you will be responsible for the rest. I will hold [-]% of the company's shares, and you will hold [-]%."

"Damn, you're cheating!" Yang Wenfeng couldn't help it, "You only pay for a few people, and I pay for everything else. Why do you take [-]% and I take [-]%?"

"If you want it, if you don't want it, you can pull it down. If you want to enter this high-tech industry, you must have this kind of Internet thinking. Do you know what Internet thinking is?"

Yang Wenfeng was speechless, he really didn't understand.

"I know you don't understand, but let me tell you that one of the most important concepts of Internet thinking is that talent is the most important thing. What's wrong with your money? If you have the ability, create a WeChat account and try it yourself!"

"Also, don't think that's all. If you want to introduce the Chinese version of my WeChat, fine, give me another [-] million, and I promise to start domestic operations in a week. As for the server, the company's operating funds, etc., you are responsible for everything."

Yang Wenfeng was at a loss as to how to deal with the Internet, he really didn't understand.

But after thinking about it, isn't my own money the brat's money?

Seeing that he spent so much money in England, it doesn't seem to be worthless.

"Okay, [-] million, you develop a Chinese version." Yang Wenfeng immediately made a decision, "I will take care of the domestic affairs."

"Hey, Dad, don't worry, I'm almost ready for the Chinese version. Later, I will arrange a few people to return to China. You help form a company, and I will be in charge of the operation. You wait to count the money."

"Really so confident?" Yang Wenfeng was also happy. To him, two to three hundred million yuan really didn't matter to him.

"Let me tell you secretly, I will hold another press conference in a few days, focusing on entering the South American market, and then we will launch a game. If it works well, you can just sit at home and wait for the spoils!"

"Splitting the spoils?" Yang Wenfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You brat, you said that we father and son are just like robbers and robbers."

"One truth, one truth. Bandits and robbers steal money when others don't want to, but we let others give us money willingly. Tell me, is it the same truth?" Yang Huan asked with a sophistical smile.

Yang Wenfeng lost his mind, "Forget it, anyway, you have a reason, so you can do whatever you want, and I will do my best to cooperate."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Wenfeng tore away the helplessness he felt when facing his son, put on the majesty of the Yang Group as a target, and told all the executives about the unequal treaty he signed with his son just now.

Of course, he made this unequal treaty a very high-end atmosphere.

At the end, he emphasized again, "For this company, we must do our best to cooperate!"

At the Grand Harbor Hotel in Southampton, England, Yang Huan yawned, jumped out of bed, ran to the opposite bed, got into the bed, hugged Zhang Ning from behind, sniffed her hair, and closed his eyes.

"My father is so easy to deceive. Fortunately, I am his son, otherwise I would not know if I was cheated out of my family property."

Zhang Ning was actually pretending to be asleep, and with a puff, he couldn't help laughing.

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In the morning, when Yang Huan walked out of the hotel room, Zhang Ning, who hadn't slept all night, fell asleep in peace.

After walking out of the room, Yang Huan went directly to the sea view balcony of the hotel.

At this time, the waiter of the hotel had already delivered a hearty breakfast and several newspapers.

Facing the beautiful scenery of the Test River in the distance, Yang Huan was eating breakfast and reading the newspaper, but his mood was not good.

Last night, Southampton went to London and lost 0:1 away to Milton.

The predecessor of this team was Wimbledon, and after moving to Milton, it has been staying in the lower leagues.

Because Zlatan Ibrahimovic had just joined, Bielsa temporarily hid the Swedish center forward, and still sent the attacking combination of James Rodriguez, Lambert, Chamberlain and Adam Lallana in the frontcourt.

This time, the veteran Jose Fonte was given up in the backcourt, and the French teenager Varane was boldly used to partner with Benatia. Daniel Jardin was also given up on the left side and David Alaba was chosen.

Southampton continued the previous aggressive tactics and still pressed Milton, but this time it was a pass error by goalkeeper Kevin Davis, which caused Varane to stop the ball and was intercepted, resulting in a single goal.

Therefore, this morning, almost most of the newspapers were worried about Southampton's current predicament. Some people even believed that Southampton's money-burning in the transfer market this summer did not improve the team's overall strength.

Southern Echo reporter Charlene Lahiri wrote an article in support of Southampton.

"Southampton have played amazing attacking football in the last three games, with over 60.00 per cent possession in each game, which is pretty amazing and the only thing they're missing is a goal."

"If fans who have watched all three games can definitely feel that this team is taking shape and its performance is becoming more and more integrated. At least the team's passing and receiving are much better than in the first game."

"We have every reason to believe that with Bielsa's tactical philosophy being instilled into the minds of every player in the team, and with the addition of top center Zlatan Ibrahimovic, Southampton will soon usher in an explosion."

Seeing this, Yang Huan couldn't help showing a smile.

"This little girl is righteous, it's not in vain that I love you so much."

Thinking of this, Yang Huan picked up the phone and called directly.

"What are you doing?" Yang Huan didn't say who he was.

"Changing clothes..." Charlene Lahiri answered on the phone.

When Yang Huan heard this, something immediately popped up in his mind.

Charlene Lahiri also noticed that she had made a slip of the tongue, "What's the matter with you?"

Yang Huan laughed, "It's fine, I just think your report is quite to my taste, so I want to invite you. I'm going to hold another press conference in a few days. You can follow up and report the whole process."

"Really?" Charlene Lahiri was a little surprised, "Who?"

"Neymar!"

"Neymar? Which Neymar?" Charlene Lahiri lost her voice.

Yang Huan patted his forehead, why was this girl surprised, "Please, how many Neymars are there in the world?"

Isn't it just the introduction of a Neymar?
Is it necessary to be surprised like this?

"Chelsea failed to introduce Neymar from Santos?"

"nonsense!"

Charlene? Hearing that, Lahiri gasped harder, feeling a little agitated.

Although Neymar is not as dazzling as Zlatan Ibrahimovic, this demon star is regarded as the hope of Brazilian football in the next ten years. It is favored by countless wealthy teams and eager to introduce him. Chelsea has been frantically pursuing him this summer, but Santos has rejected Chelsea's offer.

Could it be that Southampton actually used money to smash Neymar over?
That would be terrible, because the introduction of Chelsea failed. Southampton's signing is going to shock the entire English football world!
And Neymar's partner Ibrahimovic, this is simply the striker configuration of a giant team!

It's okay if you don't want to, but when you think about it, Charlene Lahiri feels a little dizzy.

"Do you want it?" Yang Huan got impatient.

"Yes, why not!"

Yang Huan hummed, suddenly remembered something, and asked with a smile: "By the way, you are changing clothes, can you take a picture in the mirror for me to see?"

"Get lost, you pervert!" After speaking, Charlene Lahiri hung up the phone.

Ever since he knew his measurements, he kept talking about 36. This guy is too thick-skinned.

But thinking about it, being teased by a man like this, instead of being angry, she felt shy, and felt a little strange in her heart.

After Yang Huan hung up the phone, he was still smiling, and his mood, which was bad because of the team's loss, also improved a lot.

Only then did I remember the Swedish fan named Andres Ihaan who arrived yesterday. He seemed to be staying at the Grand Harbor Hotel too. Yang Huan personally asked for the arrangement.

"Hey, fifth, go, call your Swede named Andres Ihaan, and meet me while I'm in a good mood." Yang Huan called Long Wu.

A few minutes later, Long Wu came to the sea view balcony with a tired face and fluffy hair, Andres Ihaan who was obviously pulled up from the bed.

As soon as Yang Huan saw him, he felt quite pleasing to the eye, so he pointed to the opposite side, and the waiter had already brought an extra breakfast.

"Come on, please take a seat."

Andres Ihaan stared at Yang Huan dumbfounded. He had imagined a lot about the founder of WeChat, but he swore that he never thought that the founder of WeChat would be so young.

He was even so young that he really wanted to ask, handsome guy, are you an adult?

"I heard you want to see me?" Yang Huan looked at the person in front of him with a smile.

He has a tall figure of a Nordic race, but he doesn't look burly, a little thin, and looks gentle.

"Yes, I am the chief technology officer of SoundPotian, and I am responsible for building the technology of the service background."

"Sound Potian?" Yang Huan thought for a while, but he didn't know this company.

Go back and use your mobile phone to check the background of this company.

It's no wonder that although Shengpotian is very famous in the world, it doesn't have much business in China.

"After I read the WeChat you designed, I am very eager to have a good chat with you. I hope to gain something from it, because I also have an interesting idea."

"Oh?" Yang Huan was also a little interested after hearing this, "Let's talk about it."

The idea of ​​being able to fly someone from Stockholm, Sweden, to Southampton is kind of interesting.

(End of this chapter)