Football giants

Chapter 901 You are a local tyrant, who are you afraid of?

In London's upper-class circles, many people are saying that the Landmark Hotel is now Wang Xiaoer's Chinese New Year, and every year is not as good as every year.

I forget when it started, the Landmark Hotel, known as the most popular afternoon tea paradise in London, gradually lost the favor of London's high society and gradually fell into mediocrity.

Many meetings and gatherings that were originally scheduled to be held at the Landmark Hotel have gradually changed locations.

Of these, at least two-thirds have moved to Southampton.

Because it is close enough to be able to get away from the hustle and bustle of London, enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Solent Strait on the River Tester and Itching River, it is really refreshing.

Even if it's afternoon tea, at least one more serving can be eaten.

For this group of upper-class people, an hour's drive is really not too close.

Perhaps it is because there are fewer and fewer important meetings, so the Premier League Chairman's Summit, which was not very important at first, has received more and more attention from the Landmark Hotel. There is even a welcome sign at the gate, and everyone passing by the hotel gate can clearly see it.

This also made Yang Huan a little embarrassed.

There's no way, these days, it's impossible to keep a low profile!

"Welcome, Master Huan!"

As soon as the car arrived, the lobby manager walked over quickly, opened the car door, and greeted him before showing his face.

Yang Huan got out of the car with a smile, looked at this old acquaintance, and smiled slightly, "Why are you so free today?"

"Uh..." The other party was obviously taken aback.

That's right, he was a very busy person before, how could he do such a thing?
But there is no way, who made the hotel business not good now?

The top is down, the quality of this service needs to be improved, so that all guests can feel like a super VIP.

Coupled with the layoffs, he, the lobby manager, can only rush the ducks to the shelves and come by himself.

Seeing Master Huan, his mood was really complicated.

Because if it weren't for Master Huan poaching the chef of the hotel, the afternoon tea at the Landmark Hotel would still be the best in the UK. How could it be reduced to this point?

However, he also chatted with several poached chefs before, and found that their treatment in Southampton Undersea Hotel was much better than in London, and even Master Huan encouraged and supported them to develop and research new dishes.

It was precisely because he heard this from his former colleagues that he felt so complicated when he saw Master Huan.

"By the way, are everyone else here?" Yang Huan didn't make things difficult for this old acquaintance.

How to put it, the Landmark Hotel is also one of the top hotels in London, England, and the lobby manager is definitely a master in the industry. After years of contact, he is quite fond of Yang Huan.

Master Huan is like this, he will not make things difficult for anyone he sees right.

"Everything is here." The lobby manager glanced at Young Master Huan again, as if to say, Young Master, you were the last one to arrive.

Young Master Huan laughed with a very peace of mind.

Isn't this normal?

Usually the main character is going to be the finale.

Besides, no, the scheduled meeting time hasn't arrived yet.

Without saying anything, Yang Huan walked into the hotel lobby with a smile. Seeing the lobby manager following him respectfully, Yang Huan suddenly stopped and slapped the lobby manager on the shoulder.

"Our submarine hotel is short of a lobby manager recently, are you interested?"

"Ah?" The lobby manager was taken aback, and immediately looked around in panic, for fear of being overheard.

The Landmark Hotel is now at a sensitive time. If the news of being poached gets out, then I will definitely be finished.

Also, is this young master serious?
Seeing the inquiring eyes of the manager in the lobby, Yang Huan really felt that it was difficult to deal with it. Could it be that the words "untrustworthy" were written on my face?

Why is it that every time I speak seriously, people always suspect me?

No way, Master Huan could only nod heavily, "If you're interested, just deal with the London affairs and come to Southampton to find me!" After finishing speaking, he continued to walk forward.

Believe it or not, anyway, as I said, it will be your loss if you miss it!

The lobby manager was left standing there alone in a daze, full of confusion.

Young Master Ke Huan had just walked out of the lobby and stepped into the courtyard for afternoon tea, when a person suddenly rushed out beside him.

"Hey, let me say, Young Master Huan, what are you whispering to that old man? It made him confused, what's going on?"

Yang Huan didn't need to turn his head, just by hearing the voice, he knew who it was if it wasn't Hamad?
But how can he be so polite and speak so yin and yang?
Is it necessary to speak so passionately?
"Hehe, I didn't expect that there are so many beautiful women beside Young Master Huan. This is not enough, even the old man will not let it go!"

After speaking, Hamad turned his head back and clicked twice.

"It's no wonder, even though she's a little older, she still has a charming charm and a personable demeanor."

Yang Huan couldn't take it anymore, turned around, and kicked him straight away, "I'm so beautiful, I'm so beautiful!"

But this guy Hamad really knows Master Huan so well that he jumped away a long time ago, laughing straight away.

"Get out of here!" Yang Huan pointed at him viciously, "I promise I won't beat you to death!"

"Haha, Master Huan, tell me, am I so stupid?"

Yang Huan frowned, and flicked his finger towards Long Wu who was beside him. Long Wu clasped his hands together immediately, and there was a crackling sound of joints.

Hamad wilted immediately, like a defeated rooster, he walked over with his head down.

"Okay, Master Huan, hit it lightly, and don't slap me in the face, I'm dating a starlet recently, so I can't get along with it!"

Yang Huan almost fainted. Is this guy still the little prince of the Middle East?
Damn hippie, she's just a loach!

Needless to say, he must have become a prodigal son after hanging out with the guy who unbuttoned three buttons.

Really, what a simple person who was originally, has been led to ruin!

After finishing speaking, Master Huan looked like I was very disappointed, very sad, very sad, very heartbroken, turned around and walked towards the elevator, not forgetting to let out a long sigh.

Hamad immediately knew that he was out of trouble, and immediately ran after him laughing.

Long Wu looked at his left and right fists, and sighed, obviously he was going to hit, why didn't he fight again?
There is no chance to make a move, and my fists are rusted.

Enter the elevator, press the button for the eighth floor, once the door is closed, it is an independent world.

"Master Huan, this time I heard that there will be major reforms, what are you going to do?" Hamad also put away his hippie smile and became serious.

Yang Huan was already used to his face-changing technique, so he said angrily, "How do you do it?"

"My dad asked me to follow you, but we have to communicate first, or how can we deal with it later?"

Yang Huan laughed as soon as he heard it, "Wait a minute? You need to deal with it?"

Hamad is depressed, I at least represent Tottenham Hotspur, don't you think so?
Can you save me some face?

"In short, don't worry, this matter has nothing to do with you or me."

"Why?" Hamad didn't understand at all.

The day before yesterday, Premier League chief executive Richard Scudemore went to talk to Daniel Levy about these things, and he said it was very serious, and Mubarak also called him, as if he was dying.

Why does Young Master Huan seem to not care at all?

"No reason." Yang Huan smiled slightly, just as the elevator dinged, Master Huan slapped Hamad hard on the shoulder, the pain made the guy grin his teeth, and then he smiled contentedly.

"You are a local tyrant, who are you afraid of? Soldiers will block the water and cover it with earth. Anyway, professional football is all about capital. Your family has nothing else. The money is the one, right? As long as it is a problem that money can solve, you say, is it a problem?"

After speaking, Master Huan walked out of the elevator first.

Hamad was left alone in the elevator, confused.

What does this mean?
It seems to make sense, but it seems that nothing has been said.

Seeing the elevator door close in front of him, Hamad was startled. He hurriedly opened the door desperately, and then quickly chased him out.

"Master Huan!"

"Hi, Master Huan!"

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Master Huan!"

"The style is still the same, Master Huan!"

As soon as Yang Huan walked into the conference hall, he was immediately warmly welcomed by almost everyone present.

Only Chelsea boss Roman Abramovich, who was sitting not far from the entrance, muttered sourly, "Isn't it just that he played well in the European war? Even playing like this! Who is it for?"

But Young Master Huan usually ignores him directly, who made them enemies in the first place?
Just at this moment, Mubarak came over and shook hands with Yang Huan, "Hehe, I like you young master, Southampton has been on a tear lately. The league championship is almost guaranteed, and the FA Cup has also made a breakthrough!"

Yang Huan immediately waved his hands again and again, "It's nothing, it's nothing, isn't it just beating a relegation team?"

Abramovich's face froze immediately.

Looking around, everyone was smiling but not smiling, looking at him intentionally or unintentionally, which made him suddenly feel that everyone's eyes were like needles piercing him, so sour.

"Yang Huan, you..."

Yang Huan pretended to be taken aback, shook his head and said, "Roman, what's wrong with me?"

Are you still pretending to be stupid?

Abramovich is suffering.

Who doesn't know that what Yang Huan said meant that he was ridiculing Chelsea as a relegation team?

The Blues were also unlucky enough. The FA Cup draw unexpectedly drew Southampton again, but they were defeated by the Saints Second Team at Stamford Bridge, and were eliminated from the FA Cup in despair.

The current Chelsea is still hovering around the relegation zone, and their results have not improved much.

This also disappointed Yang Huan.

Originally, he had agreed with Mubarak and Hamad to kill Chelsea.

Unexpectedly, during the winter break, Ramirez would be forced to dig, and Abramovich would not make a move even if he was killed.

However, Chelsea wanted to sign up, but they were also disturbed by several of their teams, which made Abramovich almost not crazy.

With the team's unfavorable signings, Chelsea is limited by the strength of the team and it is difficult to make a difference.

Moreover, the morale of the team is currently weak, and many players have already left.

For example, players such as Benatia and Cuadrado have no chance in the hands of Mourinho. The Portuguese would rather use veterans and players in other positions than use them, which made Abramovich very depressed.

Judging from the current situation, there should be no problem for Chelsea to relegation, but...

After this fall, I don't know how long it will take to recover before I can regain the glory of Chelsea in the past.

Especially now that the competition in the Premier League is so fierce, how can it be so easy to get back to the top four?

"Master Huan!" David Bernstein, chairman of the FA, also came over.

"Hello, David!" Yang Huan shook his hand with a smile.

But when other people around saw this old man representing the FA, they all seemed to avoid him.

Of course Yang Huan knew the reason.

In fact, Yang Huan knew about what David Bernstein was going to say later, but he didn't participate in it, and he didn't express his position. He remained neutral.

Even, to a certain extent, he was a little optimistic about this matter.

That's why he stepped on it on purpose.

(End of this chapter)