Chapter 19: Than size

　　Longhai, China, the headquarters of the Yang Group.
　　 Yang Wenfeng sat on the soft and comfortable office chair, looked at a fax on the desk in front of him, and showed a playful smile.
　　 The most conspicuous thing on the fax is the two characters written on it, IOU.
"Dear Mr. Yang Wenfeng, President of the Yang Group, based on the promise that you and your father, Mr. Yang Baoping, made to me in person before, regarding unconditional support for me, now I need you to fulfill part of the promise first. Please remit RMB 500 million in three days. To my account, if you want to violate your promise, I do not rule out resorting to legal means."
　　 The person who signed the money, isn’t he just the baby son Yang Huan!
　　 "Is this an IOU?" Yang Wenfeng pointed to the IOU fax, shaking his head and asking the assistant with a smile.
　　 "This is like an IOU, this is simply a letter of extortion, but also resort to legal means, I..."
　　 He wanted to swear harshly, but he felt that he was losing his identity and forcibly held it back.
　　 Seeing that the boss, who has always been calm and capable, turned out to have such an expression and reaction, the assistant on the side held back a smile.
　　 When he first saw this fax, he couldn't laugh too much, thinking that this little boss could really toss and make things weird.
　　 It is clear that he is short of money and asks his father for money, but he said that it is illegal to not give him money!
　　 Although Yang Wenfeng doesn't support Yang Huan to go out and start a business in his heart, he still tries his best to protect his son in front of outsiders.
　　 "What has he invested in lately? Is he short of money?" Yang Wenfeng asked.
"After the little boss arrived in the UK, he attracted a lot of attention. He bought Southampton for 15 million pounds, but the first day he took over the team, he fired the head coach. I heard He also scolded people that English football is rubbish, and now the whole of Britain is turbulent and they are all protesting."
　　 When Yang Wenfeng heard this, he thought to himself, this is indeed like Yang Huan’s style, this kid is a troublemaker.
　　 "The others are nothing. Before, his personal secretary, Ms. Zhang Ning, called and asked me to look for a reputable construction company, saying that it was going to build a brand new training base and invest 30 million pounds."
　　 "The little boss went to Argentina in the past few days and bought a player named James Rodriguez for six million pounds."
　　The assistant read to the document in hand, "Oh, yes, the little boss also bought a Chinese restaurant called Jinhan Palace, saying that he would invest a sum of money for rectification and renovation. It is still in the research stage."
　　 "Football? Chinese restaurant?" Yang Wenfeng didn't understand, "What does it matter?"
The assistant also smiled bitterly, "I asked Ms. Zhang Ning, and Ms. Zhang said that the little boss doesn't like western food, and that he bought a Chinese restaurant to facilitate three meals a day." At the end, he didn't know that he should give it. what expression.
　　 Yang Wenfeng is the same. Buying a Chinese restaurant and spending hundreds of thousands of pounds to rectify and renovate is just for three meals a day?
　　 His father is not so extravagant!
"Actually, Ms. Zhang mentioned that this Chinese restaurant has great potential, and I think that the little boss said it was for three meals a day. In fact, I think it might be an excuse. The real reason is that our country has been In encouraging the export of soft power, isn't the Chinese restaurant a manifestation of our soft power?"
　　 "What do you mean?" Yang Wenfeng didn't quite understand. He did a lot of business, but he didn't have food and beverages.
"Chinese restaurants have been unsatisfactory overseas in the past few years, but as the world’s three major cuisines, Chinese food has always been popular with consumers overseas, and the potential consumer group is still very wide. In the past, overseas, our Chinese food has always been in the market. On the low-end route, I feel that the little boss wants to take the high-end route and he has a vision."
　　 Yang Wenfeng didn't expect it, especially after listening to the assistant's analysis, it seemed to make sense.
　　 Foreign Western food has entered China, and each one has become high-end and high-end, but why does Chinese food go overseas and more of it is the low-end route?
　　 "It's interesting, you immediately arrange manpower, do more preparation in this regard, and provide him with more information and suggestions."
　　 When the assistant heard this, he nodded immediately. This is a great opportunity to hold the thick thigh of the little boss tightly, "I know, boss."
　　 "Also, send the money to him, and then tell him that next time you write an IOU, don't write it like a blackmail letter!"
　　 When the assistant heard it, he laughed with a puff.
　　 Yang Wenfeng also laughed, he was a little looking forward to it, and wanted to see what he could do in Europe.
　　Although he has always felt that his son is not capable enough, in fact, who is a father who is not a prospective son?
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　　 Yang Huan didn't know what his father was thinking at this moment, because he was secretly looking at the beauties.
　　 The press conference hall at St. Mary's Stadium in Southampton was originally small, but now there are people from 20 or 30 newspapers and television organizations from the UK and Europe, and it suddenly becomes overcrowded.
　　 But when dozens of heads gather in a small space of less than 100 square meters, there is a bright landscape.
　　 Someone joked that the character of a man can be known from a man's first glance at the position of a woman.
　　 At first glance, the face is a normal man; when you look at the chest, it is a pervert; when you look at the legs, it is a pervert; when you look at the hips, it is an old pervert.
　　 If you look at feet, congratulations, you have a special hobby.
　　 Yang Huan is a very normal man, but he is lustful, so the first thing he looks at is his chest.
　　 This also has something to do with her dress. The white shirt slightly opened a neckline, and matched with the towering two groups, it can attract all men's eyes for the first time.
　　 It's just that this woman is a bit cold, cold.
　　 Yang Huan secretly looked at the blonde beauty outside, and then looked at Zhang Ning next to him, making comparisons in his heart, who is older?
　　 Zhang Ning felt Yang Huan's evil eyes and stared at him fiercely, wishing to kill him with anything casually.
　　 "I said, Zhang Ning, do you have 34C?" Yang Huan asked with a smile.
　　 Zhang Ning turned his head to look elsewhere, pretending that he hadn’t heard it, how can I talk about such a privacy issue?
　　 "It should be no!" Yang Huan tweeted twice, in a very sure tone, "Slightly smaller than her, the one outside is at least 35D."
　　 Zhang Ning looked at him looking down on people, and said bitterly, "How do you know I haven't?"
　　 "That's right!" Yang Huan laughed.
　　 So, no matter how tall and tall, this girl still cares about her body proportions.
　　 Zhang Ning knew that he had been fooled, so he snorted and said nothing.
　　 "I didn't see it, it's not small!" Yang Huan stared at Zhang Ning's chest, with an urge to experience it with his own hands.
　　 Zhang Ning felt the look in his eyes, and his face blushed, turning his head and dared not look at him again.
　　 This big ghost is too outrageous. It's too much to discuss the size in front of a girl!
　　 Just then Sun Yue walked in, and Zhang Ning immediately drove off, "It's okay here, I'll go to Jinhan Palace."
　　 Seeing Zhang Ningfei also ran away, Sun Yue was envious and strange, "Master Huan, what's wrong with her?"
　　 Sun Yue has always felt strange about the relationship between Yang Huan and Zhang Ning.
　　 They lived in a double room in the hotel, but the relationship was not like a couple, but like enemies. However, Zhang Ning was obedient to Yang Huan. He didn't know what the relationship was between the two.
　　 "I'm jealous!" Yang Huan smiled faintly, and continued to look out from the gap.
　　 Sun Yue followed his line of sight and found that the blonde beauty Yang Huan was watching was also the focus of countless men in the audience.
　　 "Oh, it's her."
"you recognize?"
　　 Sun Yue nodded, "When I gave the gift, there was her signature, the reporter from the Southern Echo, Charlene Laherit."
　　 "Hey, Master Huan, I still have her phone here."
　　 Yang Huan turned his head and stared at Sun Yue maliciously.
　　Sun Yue was stared at by Yang Huan, and felt a little flustered. Could it be that he flattered wrong? Is the young master an innocent boy?
　　 "Am I like that kind of person?" Yang Huan questioned seriously.
　　 Sun Yue immediately accompanied the smiling face, "No, Young Master Huan is a decent gentleman, how can he be lustful?"
　　 "Hmm!" Yang Huan accepted the compliment comfortably, "Look back and give me her phone number."
　　 Sun Yue almost fell down, my own young master is really...
　　 "She is 100% mixed, and the British water and soil can't produce this kind of beauty."
　　 Yang Huan is very confident about his ability to appreciate beautiful women. In his previous life, I don’t know how many European, American, Japanese, Korean, and domestic beautiful celebrities have YY, which has further raised his high demands on beautiful women.
　　 Those beauties who are a little more general or flawed, Yang Huan must look down on them.
　　 This Charlene Laheri is different from ordinary British beauties. She doesn't have the rough lines of British beauties. On the contrary, her face is very soft and her facial features are well matched, and she looks very beautiful.
　　 is just under the eyebrows of two slender willow leaves, and a pair of charming amber eyes reveal toughness and coldness, making it inaccessible.
It’s the hot summer. Southampton is located at the southernmost tip of the UK. The temperature during the day is around 20 degrees. It’s not hot at all. However, the press conference hall at St. Mary’s Stadium is smaller and there are more people coming in, causing a bit of crowding. , It's hot.
Charlene Laheri gently fanned the wind while holding the notepad, lifting her shirt collar with her right hand from time to time, panting for air, which made all the men in the press conference hall couldn't help but look at her, but no one Dare to approach her.
　　 "The press conference hall is still small!" Yang Huan was behind, looking at the news conference hall through the gap with some regrets.
　　 If it is bigger, it should be more comfortable.
　　 can at least make these reporters and TV station personnel more comfortable.
　　 "Actually, Master Huan, not only is the press conference hall smaller, but our stadium is also smaller."
Sun Yue seems to have complained a long time ago, "Also, not only is the stadium small, I think we are small, even the office is small, there is no need to find someone to run errands, I have to buy them a gift. go by oneself."
　　 Yang Huan turned his head and looked at this guy who didn't know when he became pampered and full of complaints, "I said, are you the young master, or am I the young master?"
　　 Sun Yue immediately laughed, "Of course, you are the young master, I should run errands."
"However, Master Huan, it’s okay for me to run errands, but you think we are understaffed, and it’s hard to do our best to do things. There are only two people in the entire marketing and public relations department. One wants to listen to the phone, and I am the only one left. Aspirations are hard to reach!"
　　 Yang Huan thinks, it makes sense, look at those big companies, UU reading www. uukanshu.com marketing department or public relations department, which one is not talented?
　　 "Well, then you need to look back to see the situation and recruit a few. You have to be clever and able to do things."
　　 "Understand!" Sun Yue agreed with a smile.
　　 At this time Nicola Cortez came over.
　　 "Master Huan, you are almost ready, everyone is here, and you can start."
　　 "Nicholas, have you given all the small gifts?" Yang Huan asked concerned.
Nicolas Cortes nodded, "I have arranged for someone to give it away. There is no omission. Actually, there is no need for everyone to give it. Just give it to the leaders? Besides, gifts are also expensive. Up."
　　 "Expensive?" Yang Huan laughed as soon as he heard it. "I just scolded him to buy cheap, too stingy."
　　 Nicolas Cortes almost broke into a QR code with a heart.
　　 Although the relationship between the team and the media this year is interdependent, the media actually depends on the team a little more.
　　Especially in the United Kingdom, there are fans all over the country. The most popular topic is football, even surpassing those current affairs and politics. Therefore, this has caused all the media, newspapers and TV stations to scramble for football resources.
　　 So, it should be the media holding the football team now.
　　 But why did Yang Huan turn it around?
　　 But Nikolai Cortes has gradually figured out the character of his own boss.
　　 Yang Huan does business and seeks to be as perfect as he wants. As for how much money he spends, he never cares about it.