Football giants

Chapter 173 Help me add a zero
"A request? Say it!" Yang Huan didn't hesitate at all.

Norman Foster also admired this very much.

This young master Huan is so resolute in his actions.

"You know, to complete a successful architectural design, it is often not possible for one person to do it. I hope to cooperate with Herzog & de Meuron in Switzerland. They have rich experience in designing sports fields."

Yang Huan knew that this architectural firm was responsible for the famous Bird's Nest and Allianz Stadium.

Many people may not know that when Herzog and de Meuron designed the Bird's Nest, they also specially invited Norman Foster as a design consultant.

This kind of thing is quite common in the field of architecture. After all, the water here is too deep and there are too many ways. No one person can be proficient in everything, so cooperation is required.

Just like on a football field, no one can play eleven positions alone.

"Okay, yes." Yang Huan readily agreed.

"By the way, Norman, when it comes to cooperation, I have a very good friend. She is studying at the University of Southampton. She is a very fanatical fan of yours. She has always hoped to learn from you. I don't know if there is such an opportunity."

Norman Foster noticed that Yang Huan was talking about a woman, and immediately laughed.

He had heard a lot about Young Master Huan, and many British newspapers had reported it, such as him and Lin Yuner.

"Master Huan introduced it, of course there is no problem."

After seeing Norman Foster's agreement, Yang Huan wondered in his heart, should he use this as a bargaining chip?

At the very least, let Huang Ying burn it after reading it with him.

But, wouldn't it be too ungentlemanly?

Forget it, the gentlemen these days are playing with balls, and the villains can play with dicks.

As the saying goes, men are not bad and women don't love them, so if you want to pick up girls, you can't be too gentlemanly.

"Master Huan, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first. It's rare to come to China. I want to take a walk around."

Norman Foster is over 70 years old, how many common topics can he have with 20-year-old Yang Huan?

Basically, after talking about things, I got up and said goodbye.

Yang Huan didn't hold him back either, and sent him to the door.

Just in time, Zhang Ning came upstairs carrying a cardboard box.

"Master Huan, your courier."

"Express delivery?" Yang Huan was a little surprised, "I haven't bought anything before, how could there be express delivery?"

"I don't know, it seems to be sent from the United States, sent to Longhai's office, and they quickly airlifted it to Sanya." Zhang Ning carried the box, followed Yang Huan, and walked back to the living room.

Yang Huan tilted his head, pretending to be panicked and asked: "The ones from the United States don't have bombs inside, right?"

I haven't done anything outrageous, at best, I'm just picking up girls, no one should assassinate me, right?

"Bomb?" Zhang Ning burst out laughing. Master Huan's associative ability is too strong, right?
Can a package be associated with a bomb?
Do you really think you are the leader of a country, the target of terrorist attacks?

"Don't say it, it's really possible!" Yang Huan was serious, carefully placing the cardboard box on the table.

It looked as if it would really explode if you were not careful.

Seeing him pretending to be a ghost like this, Zhang Ning found it funny.

"Stop pretending, quickly take it apart and see what it is, as if someone is really going to assassinate you."

Yang Huan looked like you weren't careful enough, "There are too many people who want to assassinate me, those who are jealous of my handsome looks, those who envy my talent, and those who can't understand that I am always accompanied by a beautiful Zhang Didi..."

Hearing what he said earlier, Zhang Ning couldn't stop throwing hygienic eyes at him. Isn't this person too narcissistic?
But at the end of his speech, his ears were red.

Unexpectedly, Yang Huan clicked his tongue twice, "Thinking about it carefully, there are quite a few people who want to assassinate me."

After he finished speaking, he himself laughed and waved his hands, "So, Zhang Ning, hurry up and be careful of bombs."

Zhang Ning was grinning from ear to ear, but he was squatting in front of the table, facing Yang Huan, with the cardboard box in between, and he had no intention of leaving at all, as if he was saying, open it, I just want to watch you open it!

"Moving, at the critical moment, before the bomb, you actually promised life and death, I am so touched!"

These words made Zhang Ning giggle, couldn't help but laughed and cursed: "Hurry up and dismantle it!"

She is very curious, what exactly is it?
Yang Huan took a fruit knife from the table, gently cut open the carton, and saw that there was still a layer of foam inside.

"It's well packaged!" Yang Huan said with a casual smile.

"What is this?" Zhang Ning came over curiously.

She was wearing a red shirt today with an open neckline. When she moved forward, the neckline immediately dropped, revealing her charming collarbone.

It's a pity, if there is another button on the neckline, you can see it.

Seeing that Yang Huan didn't do anything, Zhang Ning raised her head and saw his eyes staring at her stealthily. Although she knew she wouldn't lose everything, she still patted her neckline vigorously, her pink face was slightly red, and she cursed shyly, "Sexy!"

"Why am I a pervert? I appreciate your beauty with an artistic eye, okay?" Yang Huan defended himself aggrievedly, "Compared with those artists who paint body paintings, I just don't know how to draw, but the eye for appreciating art is the same, understand?"

Zhang Ning thought it was funny, anyway, what this guy said and did had his reasons.

"Besides, I've already touched it, and I'm afraid people will see it!"

This sentence made Zhang Ning extremely ashamed.

She knew that if she continued to stay, he would definitely get worse and worse.

"Forget it, aren't you just going to drive me away? I'm going out!" Zhang Ning stood up angrily.

Yang Huan waved his hand with a smile on the other hand, "Shayou Lala."

Zhang Ning is full of doubts now. He doesn't know what is in this box. It is so mysterious that he dare not let himself see it?

Could it be... an inflatable doll?
The more I think about it, the more possible it is!

I heard that when he was in the UK, this guy even exchanged some unsuitable toys with a beautiful reporter.

However, since they all said they were going to leave, I was always embarrassed to stay.

Watching Zhang Ning leave, Yang Huan smiled mischievously. Looking at her expression, this girl must be thinking wrong.

In fact, there is no big deal in it, it is just a virtual helmet.

Yang Huan also didn't expect that the other party was so efficient that they sent it from the United States in just a few days.

Remove the foam from the carton to reveal the true face inside.

"Wow, isn't it, such a rough and crude thing?" Yang Huan felt like breaking down.

This helmet can basically be said to be assembled and combined, and many places still need to be wrapped with tape. No matter how you look at it, it looks like the kind of thing that fools people.

But for it, Yang Huan spent ten thousand dollars.

"Crap! Isn't this too fake?" Yang Huan shook his head with a wry smile.

Money is not really important to him, the most important thing is that he is a little disappointed with this prototype.

At present, the biggest use of the virtual helmet is to play games, but in Yang Huan's view, there are too many places that can be used.

For example, it is used in the training of players.

I read in the newspaper in my previous life that Chelsea had a training called the Meditation Room, which was said to be brought by Ancelotti. Through hypnosis, the players could go back to the scenes of the mistakes they made in the game and experience it for themselves.

Just imagine, if there is a virtual helmet, what is the hypnosis, and the players are directly trained with the virtual helmet.

At that time, combined with the ball machine and other things, it is completely possible to simulate the playing field to the greatest extent.

Not only the adult team, but the youth team can also participate in such training.

This kind of training that is as close to actual combat as possible has a great effect on the improvement and progress of players.

If combined with data analysis, it may be possible to maximize the success rate of youth training.

In other words, it is not far from artificial genius.

In fact, when it comes to artificial genius, there is no need to make it seem far away and sci-fi.

Real Madrid's Cristiano Ronaldo and Barcelona's Messi are the masterpieces of the two greatest man-made geniuses in the world. Everything about them is carefully crafted by the coaches and trainers around them according to the tailored scientific training.

Anyone who has seen Cristiano Ronaldo and Messi when they debuted, looking at them now, will not deny that.

In addition to football, there are many places where virtual helmets can be applied.

However, after seeing this virtual helmet with a strong sense of imitation, he was disappointed.

Two sets of lenses, one LED display, and two rough pictures form a bad 3D effect. Is this a virtual helmet?

Yang Huan even thought that if he went to Shenzhen, the capital of the cottage, and found someone to make this thing, it probably wouldn't take much time.

"It's just a piece of crap, do you still need someone else to invest?"

After wearing it for a while, Yang Huan felt dizzy and threw it on the table.

If that Palmer Larch guy, or the guy who set up gift cards on WRAPP, was in front of him right now, he'd want to slap them.

It's purely flickering!
"Hey, Brother Huan, why do you have this thing?"

Zhuang Zicheng didn't know when he was standing at the door, just in time to see Yang Huan casually throwing the virtual helmet on the table, he was taken aback.

I saw him running over quickly, holding up the virtual helmet on the table that Yang Huan had just abandoned like a bag, looking left and right, no matter how you look at it, you feel familiar, especially the strong sense of copycat.

Isn't this something his friend made?
"Do you know what this is?" Yang Huan asked strangely.

"Virtual helmet." When Zhuang Zicheng answered, he stared at Yang Huan seriously.

"Brother Huan, is your account on WRAPP called Young Master Huan?"

Yang Huan nodded, "That's right, this is the only family, there is no other semicolon."

"It's really you!" Zhuang Zicheng was shocked, and he didn't even care if the virtual helmet in his hand fell off.

"I've been wondering, whoever is so rich, gave [-] US dollars all at once, and the mailing address is also the WeChat company headquarters in Longhai, I guessed it should be you."

He wanted to find Yang Huan to invest in before, but who would have thought that Yang Huan came to him by himself.

But he understood, but Yang Huan was still confused.

"Wait, wait, let's make it clear first, what's going on?"

Zhuang Zicheng smiled and spread his hands, "I am the creator of that gift card, Z. C. Zhuang."

Yang Huan was a little dumbfounded. Just now he was thinking that if he saw the establishment of the gift card, he would teach him a lesson. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he would take the initiative to send it to his door.

But, can such a small piece of fresh meat be used?
"Wow, this life is really fucked up!" Yang Huan could only think so.

Where did so many coincidences come from?
"Wait, how do you know the mailing address and my information?" Yang Huan pondered, something was wrong.

Isn't that the only guy named Palmer Larch who can see this?

Zhuang Zicheng laughed very harmlessly.

"Are you a hacker?" Yang Huan was a little surprised.

God, so hackers look like this?

Is it too tender?

"Probably." Zhuang Zicheng nodded.

But Yang Huan shook his head, "I don't believe it."

"Why?" Zhuang Zicheng was dumbfounded. Believe it or not?
"Unless you prove it to me." Yang Huan behaved this time.

Damn it, don't be fooled by others when you turn around.

"how to prove?"

"You help me add an extra zero to the number in my bank account!"

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