Football giants

Chapter 175
In the middle of the night, after more than ten hours of long-distance flight, Yang Huan's plane finally landed at London's Heathrow Airport with a harsh friction sound.

"Master Huan, Master Huan...Master Huan..."

Long Wu called Yang Huan softly, but the latter stared out the window in a daze, not moving.

Passengers in first class are all getting ready to disembark.

After talking about things with Zhang Ning, he didn't read the news online for several days, and watched the news for two or three hours at a stretch.

Many media in the Internet field and mobile games have expressed pessimism about the current situation of WeChat.

It is a serious blow to the company to think that a new game that has spent a lot of energy and resources on development has fallen into trouble.

In the City of London and Silicon Valley in the United States, many venture capital firms have lowered the valuations of game companies and WeChat, up to 40.00%, which has also aroused the pessimistic attitude of many media and investors.

More importantly, it dealt a severe blow to the morale of everyone in the company.

Ever since Yang Huan boarded the plane, he kept writing in the notebook he carried with him.

After finishing writing, he stared out the window of the plane in a daze.

In fact, it was pitch black outside the window, and he couldn't see anything, but he was watching without moving.

You don't even know the plane landed.

"Master Huan." Long Wu gently pushed Yang Huan's shoulder.

"Ah!" Yang Huan woke up with a start.

"We have arrived."

"Are you here? London?" Yang Huan looked around at this moment, and found that there was no one in the first-class cabin.

He stood up, stretched lazily, and yawned.

"After more than ten hours of flying, my waist is tired!" Yang Huan said with a self-deprecating smile.

Long Wu nodded slightly, "Yes, so you should hurry back and rest."

Yang Huan packed his things noncommittally and got off the plane.

Long before they got on the plane, Southampton had been notified and asked them to arrange a driver to pick them up at Heathrow Airport.

When he walked out of the plane gate, Yang Huan was surprised that there were many reporters waiting here. As soon as he saw him, he immediately swarmed him like a shark smelling blood, and surrounded him.

So scared that Long Wu immediately stood in front of Yang Huan.

"Mr. Yang Huan, may I ask if you rushed back to London overnight because of Arsenal's official bid for Chamberlain?"

Yang Huan was taken aback, "Who said that, I didn't receive the news!"

He did not receive any news in this regard.

But in the eyes of the reporter, this is a cover-up.

"There is news that Southampton has some financial problems recently and may sell Chamberlain. Is it true?"

Yang Huan denied this statement without hesitation, "There is no such thing. Southampton does not consider selling the stars in the team. On the contrary, we will continue to sign up vigorously."

"However, according to the information we have received, there is a problem with your recent funding. In particular, many venture capital institutions that originally planned to invest in your company have all lowered their valuations, with the highest rate reaching 50.00%."

Yang Huan was depressed.

It is true that many venture capitalists wanted to invest in his company before, but he rejected them all.

"One thing I have to clarify is that I don't have any idea of ​​introducing investment. Several venture capitalists expressed their intention to invest before, but I rejected them all. We are not short of money and do not intend to introduce investment."

Speaking of this, Yang Huan spread his hands, "Since we don't have such an idea, what does it matter to us whether they lowered our valuation? The answer is, it doesn't matter even a dime!"

Yang Huan's explanation is indeed true, but the problem is that the media reporters simply can't listen to it.

In their view, the only way to attract readers' attention is to describe the WeChat company as a financial crisis and a very precarious report. After all, this company has been too dazzling in the past.

Whether it is WeChat, games or Southampton, they are all sharp.

And in the past few days, Aston Martin and Sunseeker Yachts have made big faces in China again. Such natural hype material, if you don’t use it, is it still the British paparazzi?

"So how do you feel about the failure of the new game?" a reporter asked.

Yang Huan stopped walking towards the gate of the waiting hall, stopped, shook his head and said, "I have to reiterate, it was not a failure, because we haven't officially released it yet, it was just a test for us."

"Every game company has some projects that fail in testing, doesn't it?"

The reporter nodded and said, "Yes, that's true, but every game of yours has been very successful since your establishment until now. Currently, you occupy two of the top ten revenue lists in Apple's official store."

"Come on, we only released two games, OK?"

Yang Huan was surprised. With the success of the two games, shouldn't the third game be allowed to make mistakes?

When the reporter saw that Yang Huan was a little annoyed, he immediately laughed, "Mr. Yang Huan, I can understand your mood at this moment. You must be very upset that your company is in such a crisis, but it is useless to get angry at us."

"I'm not mad at you, I..."

Long Wu reminded quietly from the side, "Master Huan, he is deliberately provoking you."

"I know!" Yang Huan is not an idiot, nor has he lost his mind, why can't he see it?

"Which newspaper are you from?"

"The Independent," the reporter replied with a smile.

That's the world of Arsenal fans.

"Damn it, does The Independent care about mobile games?"

The reporter shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Occasionally, it depends on who it is."

The meaning is self-evident, who made you the enemy of our Arsenal?
Each newspaper has its own fixed audience, and the core readership of The Independent is Arsenal fans.

So, who wouldn't like to see bad news about some sworn enemy?

Especially for Arsenal fans, Southampton is a sworn enemy. It is definitely a pleasure to see Southampton investors have bad luck and even declare bankruptcy.

Maybe they'll set off firecrackers in London to celebrate, just to make things worse.

"OK, then it's useless for me to say anything!" Yang Huan felt that talking to these people was a waste of saliva.

Anyway, no matter what you say, they will still step on you.

"So, you acquiesced?" The reporter showed a very, very annoying smile.

Yang Huan looked at the reporter in a leisurely manner, and smiled slightly, "Okay, Mr. Independent, maybe we can make a bet. I wonder if you have the guts?"

"Bet?" The reporter was a little surprised, but he nodded provocatively.

"Since you are so interested in us, let's bet that our next game will be a hit."

"It's impossible!" The reporter shook his head and laughed.

Not only him, but the reporters around him also found it impossible.

In the mobile game industry, who dares to say that their next game will be a hit?

Even Blizzard, which specializes in classic PC and online games, doesn't dare to boast about this, right?

"Yes, you think it's impossible, but I have the confidence, so I'll ask you a question, do you dare?"

Yang Huan even turned to look at all the reporters, "If the rest of you are interested, you can make this bet with me. I am very happy to accompany you, and the bet is very simple. Whoever loses will publish an apology in the newspaper and admit that he is a loser!"

At this moment, all the reporters in the entire airport were blown away.

"Mr. Yang Huan, are you challenging us?"

"I don't think it's a challenge, but a defense, but you can see it that way!" Yang Huan replied.

"Mr. Yang Huan, don't you think this is a very irrational and arrogant behavior?"

Yang Huan shook his head and said, "That's better than being on a plane for more than ten hours in the middle of the night and being blocked here by you when I got back to London, right?"

"Mr. Yang Huan, are you sure you must do this?"

"I'm very very very very sure!"

All the reporters present were dumbfounded.

More than a dozen people represent more than a dozen newspaper offices. Although there are no big newspapers like The Times, The Guardian, and The Sun, they are all newspapers in the developed London area of ​​England.

One person wants to challenge everything, isn't this a madman?
"Okay, I agree to your challenge!"

"I promise too!"

"I promise to bet with you!"

Yang Huan couldn't stop nodding, indicating that he accepted the challenge.

"Mr. Yang Huan, please remember my name," the reporter from the Independent held up his press card. "I am the chief football reporter of the Football Department of the Independent. My name is Glenn Moore. I bet you!"

"it is good!"

"But I have a question."

"Speak!" Yang Huan made a gesture of please speak.

"How to judge winning or losing, and evaluate whether a game will be popular?" Glenn Moore asked very seriously.

Yang Huan thought for a while, "It's very simple. I make a game and release it. Check the number of downloaded users and the number of online users."

Glenn Moore also knew a little bit about mobile games. He thought about it, nodded and said, "Yes, but there must be a time limit."

"It takes one month to make a game, and one month to evaluate the results."

Glenn Moore felt that he had taken advantage of it, nodded and smiled, "What about the results?"

"Say it!" Yang Huan said with a look of sure victory.

"According to the standards of Cut the Rope and Temple Run, as long as the number of downloads exceeds 500 million, I will lose."

"Reasonable!" Yang Huan nodded without hesitation.

Everyone was a little surprised, this is too confident.

Is he really that confident?
"What about you?" Yang Huan looked at the reporters provocatively.

A dozen reporters at the scene looked at me and I looked at you, and no one flinched.

"We also agree, bet!"

"Mr. Yang Huan, you are not allowed to renege on your debts if you lose!"

"We'll take a gamble with you."

"Yes, I don't believe it, you can really turn a stone into gold, and you can turn fire into fire!"

Yang Huan was not intimidated by them at all, "Okay, then let's make a deal."

"However, before that, let's talk about it. I can't stop what you want to do during the betting period, but don't bother me or my employees, otherwise, you will be considered a violation!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Huan turned around and left arrogantly.

The group of reporters who stayed behind was very angry.

"Too arrogant, too arrogant!"

"Did he really think he was going to win?"

"I've never seen such an arrogant and domineering person, who does he think he is!"

It was Glenn Moore who smiled triumphantly as he saw through Yang Huan's plot.

"Everyone, listen to me, let's not be fooled by that Chinese!"

"What do you mean?" someone asked immediately.

"He made a bet with us, in fact, he wanted to make us angry and let us promote them for free. If we were fooled and kept attacking and accusing them, wouldn't it help them gain attention instead?"

"Yes, it's too insidious, that Chinese!"

"That's right, Glenn is right, we can't be fooled."

Seeing that everyone had reached a consensus, Glenn Moore immediately smiled, "So, it's very simple, let's block them from now on, and we won't report them a word!"

"Okay, just do it!"

"Hey, we don't report it, let's see what tricks he can play!"

"That's right, when he comes to our newspaper to publish an apology, remember to raise the fee for him a little higher, so that he will bleed a lot!"

"I see that nouveau riche from China is not short of money at all!"

"Haha, if you don't lack money, you have to ask him to spend more, we are short!"

"That's right, let him suffer a little and learn to be good."

"Ha ha……"

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(End of this chapter)