Chapter 255: Andy Lau of Africa

have not thought?
Damn, is this fool?
The face of the Duke of Westminster became very interesting.
He felt like he was a fat sheep who was fooled and slaughtered, but he was still helping others count money.
But he really wanted to let his son follow Yang Huan for a while.
He knew that since the young master had done so many things since he landed in England, almost none of them were unsuccessful.
This time even Prince William proposed to join the association, saying that he planned to set up a young entrepreneurial foundation or something.
He intends to let his son join the club. On the one hand, he hopes that his son will grow more or less and learn something from Yang Huan. After all, it is easier for young people to learn things after young people.
On the other hand, even if you can't learn anything, if you can have a good relationship with Prince William, it will also help your son's future.
Besides, who can pay the annual membership fee of 100,000 pounds?
What is the future of this group of people?
Just aiming at this level, you definitely can't lose!
Of course, the premise is that Yang Huan can really recruit so many people.
But it doesn't matter if you can't recruit, isn't it just £100,000?
Charlene Laheri is not as complicated as the Duke of Westminster's mind. She thinks that Yang Huan likes nonsense, and even flickers on the head of the Duke.
But she was also very curious, could it be that Yang Huan was really just fooling around?
If there is really only mischief, who is the Duke of Westminster? How could you send your son to him?
"Of course, Lord Duke, I am not only accepting members in the UK. My goal is the whole world. As long as I can afford the membership fee and promise to come to watch every game, I will accept it!"
Speaking of this, Yang Huan said with a smile, "I don't believe it. There are so many rich second-generation generations in the world, and I can't make up a thousand."
The Duke of Westminster laughed and nodded, making some sense.
"Mr. Yang Huan, then I won't say much, just ask this matter!"
"Easy to say, easy to say." Yang Huan was modest and polite.
But the expression... well, a little hypocritical, a little fake.
"In a few days, I plan to organize a party in London. If Mr. Yang Huan is free, please come by."
"Definitely, I must go when I have time!" Yang Huan smiled casually.
"Miss Lahiri, too!" The Duke of Westminster looked at Charlene Lahiri and said.
"Okay, thank you Lord Duke."
Charlene Lahery watched the Duke of Westminster leave, but her heart was mixed.
For many people, this is definitely a godsend opportunity to enter the upper class.
But she knew in her heart that she was able to get this light thanks to Yang Huan.
With such an opportunity, it will be of great benefit to her future development.
Who did the Duke of Westminster make friends with?
Either it is a rich man, or a political celebrity, or a socialite, no matter how bad it is, they are all the big names in the show business.
She is a small well-known reporter, really can not climb such a high branch.
"Hey, are you going?" Charlene Laheri looked at Yang Huan and asked.
"Where are you going?" Yang Huan asked strangely.
"Go to the party he said."
"He said casually, are you serious? Yang Huan thought it was a little funny.
"Even if it is true, I have to see if I am free and go when I have time."
"Oh." Charlene Laheri said nothing.
She was sure in her heart that if Yang Huan really invited her, she would go. If Yang Huan didn't go, then she wouldn't go either.
"By the way, are you all talking about our recruitment of members recently?"
Yang Huan has been very busy recently and has not paid much attention to the news.
Charlene Laheri looked at him and realized that he was indeed unaware, and then smiled bitterly and nodded.
"You don't know what you did yourself? Now the entire media industry almost talks about it as a joke."
It is no wonder, which team will receive 100,000 pounds for membership fees?
If the charge is so high, such as Manchester United, Arsenal, Manchester City and other teams, how many membership fees do they have to charge?
Of course, this is more inappropriate.
The membership of Southampton and the membership of other teams are two concepts.
But as far as the media is concerned, whatever you do, there are gimmicks and propaganda things, I will hype, and I will talk about sales first.
But in this way, it also indirectly helped Southampton to make publicity and promotion.
Now I am afraid that everyone in the world who pays a little attention to this team knows that Southampton is recruiting a thousand core members.
Yang Huan has always ignored the hype of the external media.
"Being a joke? I don't know who the joke is!" Yang Huan said with a proud smile.
If it was before, he didn't have much confidence.
But now, don’t you see that the richest man in Britain is rushing to send his son to me?
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In the morning, walking on the streets of Johannesburg, South Africa, the fifty-five-year-old Baroch was no different from the countless black compatriots who walked by him, and even his clothes were similar.
There is no telling that he is the boss of a company.
Not to mention, his company’s customer list includes the world’s top brands such as Coca-Cola, Adidas, and Nike.
At first glance, he looked like a black hunk who came out of a slum.
Stepping on the zebra crossing, crossing the road, came to a supermarket run by a Chinese on the opposite side.
As soon as the door rang, the boss knew the guest was coming.
"Daily Sun and Sunday Times!" Barocchi stood in front of the cash register, tapping his fingers gently on the table with the rhythm of the music, and his body twisted with the melody.
Both of these are the most sold newspapers in Africa.
The Daily Sun has nothing to do with the Sun newspaper of the British News Corporation. It is a newspaper of a listed media group in South Africa. It is published every day and has a readership of millions.
As for the Sunday Times, this is a weekly report and sales are also very high.
Every supermarket can sell such newspapers.
After taking the newspaper, Barocchi grinned with white teeth on a black face, "Boss, don't listen to your Chinese songs next time, listen to us!"
"I know!" The Chinese boss agreed with a smile.
But every time he came, he was still listening to those Chinese songs that Barocchi could not understand at all.
After taking the newspaper, Baroch didn't leave. Instead, he walked to the freezer in the supermarket, took a bottle of water, found a stool in the corner, moved to the cashier, sat down, and read the newspaper.
Interestingly, whether as a daily or as a weekly newspaper, the headlines of the two major newspapers today turned out to be the same thing.
Drogba joins Southampton!
"Southampton?" Barocchi hissed, thinking a little hard. Which team is this?
"Boss, do you know Southampton?" Barocchi asked.
The Chinese boss shook his head with a smile, "I don't know, I haven't heard of it."
"You know making money and are not interested in football!" Barocchi laughed and teased.
"Knowing that you made a fortune from football, and knowing that you are a fan!" Chinese bosses are used to this.
This Baloch is a famous figure in the nearby streets.
I used to be a painter in a slum, but then I was whimsical, thinking about cutting open the helmet with a high-temperature tool, then painting the team flag and badge on it colorfully, and then plugging in the horn.
Once the team loses, they will take him off and vent on the ground.
Therefore, this kind of hat also has a nickname called the fan vent hat.
During the World Cup in South Africa, they were all sold crazy, and even brands such as Coca-Cola and Adidas asked him to order as gifts.
"I'm just weird, Drogba is not waiting for Chelsea, what is going to Southampton for?"
Barocchi muttered to himself, then lowered his head to continue watching his news.
This looks even stranger.
The team of the British Championship is still the Chinese owner.
"Hey, look, did you Chinese go to England to buy a team?" Barocchi asked, pointing to the newspaper.
The supermarket owner laughed again, "How do I know? I stay here twenty-four hours a day, how can I know?"
"Oh." Barocchi shook his head again.
It feels like saying, in fact, you are also very poor.
These days, making money is not easy.
"Hold a press conference on WeChat? WeChat? What is it?" Barocchi continued to read the news and noticed the term.
This time he was really talking to himself, and didn't have the slightest hope for the supermarket owner.
He even had his cell phone out and planned to call a friend to ask.
"WeChat, I know." The supermarket owner was proud of this.
"You know?" Barocchi was a little surprised.
"Speaking of football, I don't know. I don't know what you are talking about. But WeChat, I know."
"What it is?"
The supermarket owner pulled out the drawer, took out his mobile phone, turned on the screen, and pointed to a green icon inside.
"Here, this is it."
"What is it for? Do you play the video?" Barocchi asked.
"No, for chat." The supermarket owner said with a smile.
Those eyes seemed to be laughing at him, your kid is really funny.
Think of WeChat as Youdou.
"For chat? Social tools?" Barocchi understood a little now.
"Well, it seems to be. Anyway, I use it to connect to the wireless network and chat with my relatives in China. It's very easy to use. I think." The supermarket owner smiled and showed the function of WeChat to Barocchi. .
Barocchi also found it interesting, and immediately downloaded one on his phone.
Download using wireless network, the speed didn't say, it was done quickly.
The following registration and the like are more convenient.
That is, after the registration was completed, he entered WeChat and discovered that among the hundreds of friends in his address book, no one used it, and he was the first to use this tool.
interesting!
WeChat soon popped up an interface asking whether to notify friends that I was using WeChat.
"Hey, of course I want to inform!" Barocchi felt that this was a face-saving thing.
Soon, the notice went out.
After uploading WeChat, Barocchi clicked on WeChat and searched for Drogba. He quickly found Drogba’s celebrity account. He also paid attention to it. The whole process is very simple and easy to understand, even if he has not contacted before. It's clear at a glance.
"Drogba is holding a press conference, do you want to attend?" WeChat sent a reminder.
Barocchi chose yes without hesitation.
Soon I entered the press conference site, with a number of people at the top.
At first glance, Barocchi was dumbfounded.
Good deed, more than five million people, is this too outrageous?
There are several options below, including asking questions, quitting and the like.
The middle of the screen looks like the scene of the press conference, and a question and answer are constantly popping up.
"Hello, I am a fan from China. I want to ask, Mr. Drogba, what do you think of the African Andy Lau nickname?"
Soon, Drogba responded, and his font color became more conspicuous.
"Andy Lau? I don't know who it is, is it famous? Why did you give me this nickname?"
Baroch saw it and couldn't help laughing.
"Hey, boss, who is Andy Lau?"
He was talking pinyin ~EbookFREE.me~ which is a bit awkward.
The supermarket owner didn't understand it for a while, but he guessed it by looking at the pinyin on the phone screen.
"Oh, Andy Lau, we are a very famous star in China. He is very handsome."
"Handsome?" Barocchi was dumbfounded. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, he is most famous for being Shuai, he is so handsome." The supermarket owner is obviously a fan of Andy Lau.
With a bang, Barocchi knocked his head on the cash register, making the supermarket owner think it was a major earthquake.
Then he burst into laughter with no ethics.
"Drogba? Is he handsome? If he is handsome, I am all Tom Cruise!"
The supermarket owner was a little puzzled when he saw him smiling so nervously.
"What holiday is today? Why is everyone weird?" ()