Chapter 90: is it possible?

"who are you?"
Through the microphone, Yang Huan heard the stranger asking questions, feeling a little unhappy.
Who are these people?
"Master Huan, I am Dong Yang's personal think tank and the manager of the company's investment department. My name is Zhao Yuanfang."
After the glasses brother answered Yang Huan's question, he glanced awkwardly at the people in the conference room.
The others also looked helpless.
Whoever meets this young master will be helpless, because he does things like crazy, completely unruly.
"Yuanfang, that's a good name!" Yang said joyously.
This young master is almost becoming Di Renjie.
"You answer my question first. Do you support my plan or oppose it?" Yang Huan asked.
"Support, I think it is feasible, although the risk is greater."
"Yeah." Yang Huan nodded on the phone in a very leadership style, "You should have not been new here long, and your age is not more than 40? Maybe it's still a turtle."
"How do you know?" Zhao Yuanfang was surprised.
He has just joined the company for less than a year. He is 32 years old and graduated from Harvard University in the United States. He is indeed a turtle.
"I guessed it casually." Yang Huan was not interested in pretending to be awesome on this kind of thing.
"However, let me ask you one more question, why do you support my plan?"
This question is not just on the other side of the phone, Yang Huan, who is far away in the UK, is asking, and almost everyone in the conference room is also asking.
"Hmm..." Zhao Yuanfang has been in the company for almost a year, and there has never been a big opportunity for performance. Now it is a rare opportunity to have this opportunity, and I really want to talk about it, saying a lot of golden rules and rules in the investment world to bluff people. .
But then I thought about it, I heard that Young Master Huan didn't like long talks, so he gritted his teeth secretly.
"Well, there are two, one is that I believe in Young Master Huan's investment vision, and the second is that this plan does have prospects."
As soon as Zhao Yuanfang replied, everyone in the entire conference room fell down.
Then almost most people raised their middle fingers at the 38-year-old spectacle brother.
Damn, I didn't expect this gentleman to be a flatterer too!
If you look away, I didn't expect him to be the most flattering person in the Yang group!
But Yang Huan laughed and laughed over the phone. It sounded very useful. It also made everyone in the dressing room regretful. This is the future prince of the group. Why didn't we know how to flatter him?
Who knows, Yang Huan cursed in his heart at this time.
Who are these people?
There is a Sun Yue first, and then Zhao Yuanfang, how come all of your father's men are flattering?
Well, it must be that he himself likes to be flattered, so his subordinates are dedicated to flattering.
"Well, seeing these two points proves that you are still very discerning." But he was cheeky and accepted it.
"In fact, I think the valuation is low, just like you are optimistic about my plan. I think my company has prospects."
"In the case of a game company, the income in the first month is less than 50,000 yuan, the income in the second month is 500,000 yuan, and the third month is at least seven figures. You think such a company is worth 1,500. Ten thousand pounds? Those investors are all stupid, I'm not stupid yet, really when my primary school student doesn't know numbers?"
When everyone heard it, it seemed to make sense.
Income growth is so fast, so fierce, the prospects are naturally good.
Making money, of course, not only depends on the present, but also on the future prospects.
"Zhao Yuanfang." Yang Huan smiled and called the name of Brother Glasses on the other side of the phone.
"Young Master Huan." Brother Glasses responded politely.
Everyone in the conference room all raised their middle fingers.
This flattery!
"I admire you and come back to Europe to help me. I happen to be short of an investment consultant here. If a talent like you stays on my father's side, it is estimated that it will not be reused and cannot be used to the fullest. It is better to follow I."
As soon as Yang Huan's words fell, Yang Wenfeng couldn't bear it.
"Eh, did you talk like that?"
What kind of son is this?
In front of so many people, don't you give your father face?
But he didn't want to think about it. How did Yang Huan know that he had to make every phone call that everyone knew?
"Dad, don't be angry, am I not telling the truth?"
Yang Huan smiled, "In one word, do you vote or not?"
"Uh... I'll think about it again."
In fact, he has decided to vote, just to put on the air of a father.
It's best if this brat can keep his breath down.
"Then give you one day to think about it."
After speaking, Yang Huan was about to hang up.
"A Huan!" Yang Baoping leaned over at this time and shouted into the phone.
"Grandpa, what's the matter?" Yang Huan asked.
"Are you busy? What have you been up to lately?" Yang Baoping asked with a smile.
The more he looked at this grandson, the more pleasing he was.
Before, he looked like a dude, but he didn't look pleasing to the eye.
But now, no matter how you look at it, it is pleasing to the eye.
"I'm not busy, just playing games, and... Recently, I am preparing to transform a big fat man into a superstar in the global entertainment industry." Yang Huan laughed and replied haha.
Everyone in the conference room fell headfirst, and then burst into laughter. They all thought Yang Huan was joking.
Unexpectedly, Master Huan still has this humorous side.
"Then I won't bother you much." Yang Baoping said with a smile.
"I'm fine, just want to tell you, do you remember the girl from your grandfather's house?"
"Grandpa Zhuang? Which Grandpa Zhuang?" Yang Huan didn't remember for a moment.
"The one in the army."
"Oh!" Yang Huan remembered.
It seems that he is also a retired old revolutionary cadre. He used to have the same status as his grandfather. The difference is that his father went to sea to do business, but the dealer has always followed the official line. It seems that the second generation of the dealer is still in the military commission. Top figure.
"The banker girl is also studying in the UK. Their family and ours are family friends. You can visit them when you have time."
When Yang Baoping said this, his eyes were on Zhang Ning.
The girl Zhang Ning heard it, and her face became embarrassed by brushing her face. She vaguely guessed that this should be the right girl in Yang Huan's family. Father Yang is afraid that she wants this girl Zhuang to be his granddaughter.
But when Zhang Ning raised his head and saw Yang Baoping's eyes, he immediately realized that he had not guessed wrong, and he also understood his intentions.
He deliberately said this in front of himself, just to remind himself, and at the same time to prove that he did not hide it from himself.
After understanding this, Zhang Ning felt less uncomfortable, and squeezed a smile at Yang Baoping.
What a smart girl!
Yang Baoping smiled and praised.
The other people in the conference room laughed. Many of them knew vaguely that in the capital, the banker was the absolute richest of the rich. The Yang family was married to the banker, and that was the right one.
"Okay, I'm busy here, I'll talk about it later."
Yang Huan's perfunctory tone made Zhang Ning feel better, and also made everyone present smile bitterly.
The eldest master seemed unhappy.
"Okay, when will you come back?" Yang Baoping asked again.
"In a few days, wait until this fat man learns to dance."
When everyone heard it, their jaws fell.
Listening to Master Huan’s tone, it seems that he wants to make a fat man who can’t even dance into a superstar?
My goodness, is this possible?
Only Zhang Ning thinks this is possible!
Because the person who decided to do this was Yang Huan.
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Far away in Southampton, England, fat Du Ziteng is practicing leg press under the supervision of Yang Huan.
How about this person being fat and inflexible?
Can't even press a leg!
After Yang Huan hung up the phone, he sat across from him, with Erlang's legs crossed, playing with his mobile phone. A game called Temple Escape was running on the mobile phone screen, which is currently being tested in Apple stores in New Zealand and Australia.
But unlike the previous rope cutting, many players have noticed this game.
After all, with the cutting of the rope, the name of the WeChat company has become much louder, and there are even many loyal fans.
Seeing Du Ziteng even pressing his legs like this and sweating profusely, Yang Huan shook his head.
"Stomach hurts, you are like this, if you want to look out of shape, want to be out of shape, sing so-so, if you can't even dance, what are you going to show your fans?"
Du Ziteng, who was originally afraid of pain, patted the British dance teacher who put his hands on his shoulders, "It's okay, press hard, I can bear it."
Yang Huan nodded, "That's right, as the saying goes, if you suffer from hardship, you will be a master."
"Being a star, especially the kind of talented star you advertised, dance is a must. Look at Michael Jackson, how good is the dance?"
Du Ziteng nodded vigorously, motioning the dance teacher to continue to apply pressure.
Stretch your legs straight and press down little by little.
A chubby brain was already sweating profusely.
"This time I specially invited a well-known choreographer in South Korea, and asked him to tailor a set of dances for you to ensure that you will be red."
"Really?" Du Ziteng heard it, enthusiasm.
"Nonsense, is it good for me to lie to you?"
Du Ziteng shook his head, and patted the dance teacher's hand again, "Press down again, press a little more, harder, I can't bear it."
Yang Huan said, still very touched by the fat man's desperate Saburo spirit.
"I also decided to invite one of Korea's most popular beauty stars to help out your MV. Guess who it is?"
When Du Ziteng heard it, he became more excited, "Boer."
"No, I don't like Bo'er." Yang Huan shook his head, "Guess again."
"Cai Yan!" Du Ziteng was full of Korean actresses, feeling extremely excited, and slapped the dance teacher's hands with both hands, motioning to press down again, pressing down as hard as possible.
"I don't like Cai Yan either, can I change one?" Yang Huan still shook his head.
"Lee Hyori, my goodness, is it Lee Hyori?" The image of Li Hyori appeared in his mind.
Lovely Korean girl, here I am, Smecta!
He heard a click, coming from under his crotch, and the dance teacher hurriedly shrank his hands in fright.
"Ah!" the fat man screamed.
Unknowingly, the fat man's legs were pushed straight to the ground.
Yang Huan listened and immediately walked up.
The fat man was supported by the dance teacher and lay on the ground, with his hands under his hips, an expression of terrible pain.
"Stomach hurts, is it okay? Don't dance but don't learn it, but make yourself invincible in the East."
Du Ziteng clutched his hips, UU reading www.uukanshu.com closed his mouth, freed his right hand and shook it at Yang Huan, indicating that he was okay.
"Oh, it's okay." Yang Huan saw that he was still reacting, and it is probably because of accidental tugging. The problem is not big.
"Don't worry, you concentrate on learning to dance, and I will take you to record songs in a few days, and by the way, I will go back to China to shoot the MV!"
The fat man nodded vigorously, but his face was so painful that tears came out.
Yang Huan looked at it and sighed helplessly.
So, good, why do you have to be a star?
How about being a star?
Being handsome and beautiful, it is easy to be ignored by others.
If you are unlucky, you look ugly and want to use your strength to fight, like Du Ziteng...
Too miserable! ()