Football giants

Chapter 257 The Legendary Nine Thousand Years

"I'm not drunk, don't pull me!"

"Hey, I said, you are pulling my panties!"

"Don't take off my pants, I'm not wearing underwear!"

"Damn it, I'm in a hurry to pee, let me go, I'm not drunk!"

At the gate of Wangjiang Pavilion, Matic and Sturridge crossed Drogba from left to right.

The tall Ivorian hunk seems to have gained weight after getting drunk.

Both of them found it strenuous to carry it.

What was even more troublesome was that he was still struggling, what if he accidentally dropped his hand and fell?
"Be careful, you two, don't get hurt!"

Yang Huan also came out with Long Wu. Seeing the two struggling to lift, he reminded him aloud.

"If I get hurt, I'll be laughed out of my teeth by those reporters. I joined Southampton, didn't play a game, got drunk and got hurt. If I retire because of this, where will I put my face?"

Yang Huan's words made many people around burst into laughter.

But it's true to think about it.

Who told you to make Young Master Drogba drunk?

"Master Huan, I'm not drunk, wait for me, let's blow another bottle!"

Drogba immediately went mad when he heard Yang Huan's voice.

Breaking away from the support of Matic and Sturridge, two former Chelsea teammates, turned around and rushed up again.

As a result, his feet were weak and he almost fell down.

Fortunately, Long Wu's reaction was fast enough, he dodged and immediately carried him.

"Don't hold me up, I can still drink, if I don't get Master Huan drunk today, I'm a fucking waste!"

Many people present felt that their faces were covered with waterfall sweat.

I didn't expect that Drogba, who is usually so professional and self-disciplined, would look like this when he was drunk.

"I said, don't stop me all of you. I'll go over and have another drink with him. Look, Master Huan is waiting for me!"

Strange to say, when Drogba struggled just now, neither Matic nor Sturridge could hold back.

But when I met Long Wu, it's strange that Drogba was subdued.

"Master Huan, I'm not drunk yet, I haven't lost, let's drink again later!"

Before Drogba got into the car, he said such a harsh word.

"Okay, I'll wait for you and accompany you anytime!"

Yang Huan patted his forehead with a headache, this guy was so drunk, he dared to provoke him.

I really ate the guts of the ambitious leopard!

I don't know if you like me, young master, have you drunk so much since time travel and rebirth?
With the amount of your two bottles of red wine, how dare you compete with me?

Isn't this lighting a lamp in the toilet, looking for death?
Ask, among these guys, which one dares to challenge me?
After being swept away by Master Huan's mighty and domineering eyes, everyone present immediately talked about him.

They have all suffered such hardships, who would dare to try again?
"Master Huan's drinking capacity is beyond words, amazing!"

Walking back to Wangjiang Pavilion again, Sun Yue, a sycophant, immediately greeted him.

"Okay, okay, your flattering skills are getting worse and worse, so why don't you shoot!"

Sun Yue immediately chuckled, "Actually, my flattering skills have not regressed, the main reason is that you have improved, Young Master Huan!"

Damn, this flattery...

Fun!

Yang Huan laughed straight away, he just overwhelmed a Didier Drogba, and now he is being flattered again, so he is in a good mood.

"Old Sun, you did a good job this time, and your bonus has been doubled. Next, work hard on Cross's joining!"

"Understood!" Sun Yue nodded and agreed with a smile.

In fact, he is not mainly for money now.

More importantly, Master Huan let him do it freely, and he finally had a chance to display his talent.

Being able to display their talents and make money, what more can you ask for?
"Master Huan, don't worry, don't say that Toni Kroos is a well-known genius. Even if he is not famous, I will definitely hype him into a first-class star, or even a superstar!"

These days, fans don't care whether they are superstars or not.

The media says it all!

Didn't you see the word "superstar" already flooded?
These days, in professional football, not even a superstar is too embarrassed to make an appearance!

"By the way, Master Huan, I just received the news."

Flattering was a joke, after the joke was over, Sun Yue started to talk about serious things.

"What?" Yang Huan called the waiter over nonchalantly, and asked her to pour a cup of hot tea to soothe the hangover.

Although he has a lot of alcohol, but if he drinks too much, his mouth feels bad.

Drink some tea to moisten your throat.

"Ron Gurley has resigned!"

"Resigned?" Yang Huan was taken aback, "When did it happen?"

"Just now, I got the news from a familiar Daily Mail reporter, and it should be officially announced tomorrow."

Yang Huan looked surprised, even a little surprised.

"It's so good, why did you resign?" Yang Huan felt a little strange.

Ron Gurley is actually a very capable manager.

When he was working at Manchester United, he was the CEO of Peter Kenyon, and later pursued Peter Kenyon to quit Chelsea. Under the management of the two, the value of the Chelsea brand has also risen.

But now, Peter Kenyon left the team first, followed by Ron Gurley.

Which play is Abramovich singing about?
Sun Yue smiled wryly, "As far as I know, it should be caused by the internal struggle for power and Abramovich's character."

"How to say?"

"After Ron Gurley stepped down, Bruce Barker is still the chairman, and Marina Granovskia, Abramovich's confidant, will temporarily take over the team's affairs."

Yang Huan couldn't help but nodded.

From this point of view, Ron Gurley's resignation cannot be separated from Marina Granovskia.

Speaking of it, this woman is not simple.

"Abramovich is very possessive and likes to control everything. After Peter Kenyon left, he continued to reuse Ron Gurley. It was just a stopgap measure. He didn't trust this person. Therefore, it will be a matter of time before he uses his cronies."

In the final analysis, Chelsea is Abramovich's restraint alone, and it has nothing to do with others.

Yang Huan felt a little regretful when he heard it.

"Oh, by the way, Peter Kenyon, what have you been doing lately?"

Yang Huan suddenly remembered this person.

Since he stepped down from Chelsea, there seems to be no news.

Speaking of which, this guy is a talent.

If we really want to make Southampton a world-renowned brand, Nicola Cortes alone will not do.

Italians are good at business, but not good at marketing and publicity.

Sun Yue is a good player, but the problem is that Yang Huan uses him too much.

Therefore, Southampton must be equipped with a marketing team.

Peter Kenyon and Ron Gurley were talents.

"It seems that I have done it in a big company before, but there is no news. Not long ago, I heard that Middlesbrough will invite him to be the CEO, but I don't understand what happened."

"Middlesbrough? What level are they in now?"

Yang Huan was a little puzzled, the Premier League didn't seem to have such a team.

"The Championship!"

"Wow, this veteran team is going back more and more!"

Sun Yue smiled wryly, Eldest Young Master, we great saints were still in the League One before.

"It's all in the Championship. If Middlesbrough can hire them, Southampton should be fine, right?"

Yang Huan said to himself, "Well, Old Sun, you can find someone to contact and see if he and Ron Gurley are willing to come. They are still old partners. One will be the CEO and the other will be the COO. Two swords are perfect!"

"Abramovich puts the two talents aside, let's forget about the cheapness!"

Sun Yue immediately smiled and nodded in agreement.

He is also happy to have two more subordinates, isn't he?
At this moment, Huang Tianshun walked in from the outside, with an extra box in his hand.

"Old Huang, what's the matter?"

Huang Tianshun walked over, "Master Huan, someone came outside just now, said to be the butler of the Grosvenor family in London, and sent an invitation letter, and asked me to hand it over to you."

"Invitation letter?" Yang Huan looked at the box in Huang Tianshun's hand strangely.

The box is made of rustic, vintage-looking wood, but the grain is clear.

Yang Huan reached out to take it, opened it, and found that it was wrapped in a piece of gold velvet, and opened it again, and there was a card inside.

The paper is of excellent texture, feels good to the touch, with a beige background and black lettering.

The content of the invitation letter is similar to the usual invitation cards, except that there is an extra line of signature and a badge.

It looks like it should be the legendary Grosvenor family's coat of arms.

It is said that nobles have this thing.

"It's just this thing, and it's so troublesome?" Yang Huan laughed.

But in my heart, I feel that these nobles know how to be stylish, and they have to put on a little fan in everything they do.

But, you really have to be convinced, people have this taste.

"Just this box, I'm afraid it's worth a lot!" Huang Tianshun knew the goods.

When Yang Huan heard this, he chuckled and threw the box over casually. Huang Tianshun was so frightened that he hurriedly grabbed it.

"Send it to you, take it back and store it carefully, and use it as a family heirloom in the future, and say it was used by the Grand Duke of England as an invitation letter!"

Sun Yue immediately laughed.

Huang Tianshun didn't think it was disobedient at all, and held it in his hands with a face full of treasures.

"Master Huan, let alone this box, it's expensive. Look, this badge is still hand-carved. The craftsmanship is so good!"

"Also, Master Huan, look at this golden velvet, the texture is so good, the price must be ridiculously expensive!"

Yang Huan really had the urge to fall headlong.

Isn't it just a broken box?
Is it necessary to offer it like a treasure?

Turn around, when my earl brother accepts it, let him make ten or eight for you to play with!
"I really didn't expect it to be delivered to my door. I can't go!"

Sun Yue was immediately interested, and the way he looked at Master Huan was different.

The Duke of England sent invitation letters, which shows how much face Master Huan has.

"Master Huan, what did the Grand Duke invite you to do?"

Yang Huan flipped through the card casually, "Oh, it's a charity party or something, invite me to it."

After finishing speaking, he simply threw the paper card to Sun Yue.

This kid has never seen such a high-end paper card in his life. He held it in his hand, kept touching and caressing it, and kept tsk-tsk in his mouth. He couldn't help feeling how good the paper was.

"Wow, the Goring Hotel in London!" said the guy with his eyes shining.

That kind of feeling is like a child hearing KFC McDonald's, wishing to kill immediately.

"Is it famous?" Yang Huan was a little surprised.

"Master Huan, you don't even know the Goring Hotel?" Sun Yue couldn't believe it.

But soon, he realized that what he said violated the biggest taboo of the number one servant.

That's something that no boss ever knows!

Seeing Master Huan narrow his eyes again, Sun Yue immediately knew something was wrong.

"Hey, it's not surprising that you don't know. This hotel is a little famous in the UK. The price is only five or six hundred pounds a night. I don't even pay attention to it, let alone you, Young Master Huan."

Looking at him like that, Yang Huan couldn't help laughing, "Okay, stop flattering me, am I such a stingy person?"

"Of course not!" Sun Yue immediately cast his name certificate.

You can't say yes even if you kill him!
The head can be broken, the blood can flow, this kind of truth cannot be told!

"Is this hotel famous?"

"The royal hotel."

"Oh!" Now Yang Huan understood a little bit.

"Master Huan, can you take me to see and see?" He approached with a flattering expression.

This guy feels like the legendary Nine Thousand Years Old.

But we, Young Master Huan, are like that kind of incompetent emperor?

"What do you think?" Yang Huan asked in a deliberately raised voice.

Sun Yue immediately knew there was no point, "I'm joking, I'm joking."

Young Master Ke Huan immediately said again, "It won't work this time, turn around, you go live for a month, and the public expenses will be reimbursed!"

"Really?" Sun Yue immediately jumped up and down again.

"Of course, but I don't want you to live in vain. You have to find out the ins and outs of this hotel for me."

Anyway, Sun Yue is a shrewd guy.

When Yang Huan said this, he immediately guessed.

Isn't Master Zanhuan planning to build a hotel?

Since this Goring Hotel claims to be used by the British royal family, and there are so many nobles flocking to it, of course it has its own unique features.

Therefore, what Master Huan meant was to live in it and understand everything about it thoroughly.

After our hotel is completed and renovated, we will know what to do.

"Master Huan, your trick is awesome!" Sun Yue immediately gave a thumbs up.

"I think you can't learn much if you live for a month, or why not live for a year?"

Yang Huan stood up all of a sudden, and was about to throw a slap, the kid was so frightened that he ran away like flying.

Along the way, he still laughed, saying that Master Huan didn't mean to beat him or something like that.

"If you run slower, I'll break your leg!" Yang Huan pointed at his back and threatened.

Long Wu leaned forward, "Master Huan, he always said that he has three legs, which one do you want to hit?"

Yang Huan let out an ah, and looked at Long Wu in disbelief, this kid really failed at learning.

However, it is better to learn badly.

Young Master Zan Huan is not a good person, and of course there can't be any good people under his command.

How hard is it to be a good person these days?
Yang Huan laughed straight, "Next time I see it, just interrupt the one in the middle!"

"Understood!" Long Wu's face jumped with joy, he had already seen this guy as disliked.

Interrupt the one in the middle and let him be nine thousand years old!

Just then, the phone rang.

Yang Huan took it out and looked, wow, Charlene Lahiri called him.

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