Football giants

Chapter 37 How did you talk to your son?

"A Huan, why did you think of calling me today?"

Yang Wenfeng guessed the reason in his heart, but he just pretended not to say it, he wanted this kid to speak up himself.

Don't act like I owe you every time you reach out to me for money.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's the same thing as before. You said you wanted to invest in my company, and now the company has added a few more businesses, and you need to invest more money in." Yang Huan said very confidently on the phone.

"How many businesses have you invested in?" Yang Wenfeng was a little surprised.

It has only been a few days since he arrived in the UK, how much business has he invested in?
Bought four limited-edition Aston Martins, acquired Southampton, acquired a Chinese restaurant, invested in Southampton to build a brand new training base, and then signed a lot of signings. Now, do you want to invest in new business?
My God, my heart can't stand it!
Is this precious son planning to throw all his belongings in England?
Yang Baoping, Yang Huan's grandma and mother were all at the side. They were very curious after hearing Yang Wenfeng's words. Grandpa Yang Baoping even wanted to grab Yang Wenfeng's cell phone and ask him carefully.

"Say, what do you want to invest in?" Yang Wenfeng asked out of breath.

"It's nothing, I just feel that life is a bit boring. I want to invest in a company, make a few games and software, and then release it for free, so that more people can play with me. The investment is not too much. 2000 million should be enough."

"2000 million? Renminbi?" Yang Wenfeng felt a little better.

But Yang Huan's answer almost suffocated him.

"GBP!"

"Twenty million pounds? And it's free, just because you're bored and want to find some people to play with you?"

Yang Wenfeng lost his voice, and his voice became louder, "You are too cheating!"

Everyone in the hall of the Yang family also paid attention, especially Yang Huan's mother, she was afraid that her son would make Lao Tzu unhappy.

Yang Baoping snorted twice, "Who are you talking about cheating? How did you talk to your son?"

What Yang Wenfeng is most afraid of is the father of this old Communist Party member. This kind of fear has been present since childhood, and it cannot be changed when he grows up.

"Anyway, let me think about it." Yang Wenfeng said to his son on the phone.

He felt that he should think about it carefully, should he continue to let his son act recklessly outside?

Do you really think your family owns a bank?Can you print your own money?
"Well, you might as well think about it." But Yang Huan on the other side of the phone seemed very calm, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't agree, I mortgaged Southampton to the bank, and I can still get a loan, but I just ask you to invest without paying interest."

"I..." Yang Wenfeng wanted to scold his mother after hearing this.

How do you say that the difference between your biological father and the bank is just because you don't need to pay interest if you ask your father for money?
I gave birth to you and raised you, is it only a little bit better than the bank?

But his wife and father were on the sidelines, so he had to endure it.

Seeing him like this, Yang Baoping sighed in his heart, and stretched out his hand, "I've never seen a father like you, give it to me, and I'll tell A Huan."

Yang Wenfeng resentfully handed the phone to his father.

Yang Baoping stretched out his hand to grab the phone, brought it to his ear, and asked with a chuckle, "Ah Huan, are you bored over there?"

"It's not boring, Grandpa, it's just that I'm suddenly interested in making a few games."

Yang Baoping still laughed, "Then why is it free? Isn't that a big loss?"

"It's free, right? As the saying goes, if you don't take advantage of it, you're a bastard. Who in the world doesn't like to take advantage of it? It's free, and everyone will come to take advantage of you. The more people come, the more fun it is?"

To put it bluntly, some people are so stupid that money comes quickly.

Yang Baoping listened, hummed, and nodded, "That's right, the more people there are, the more fun it will be."

After a short pause, he made a decision on the spot, "Okay, leave your dad alone, I support you!"

"Okay, thank you Grandpa!" After finishing speaking, Yang Huan happily hung up the phone.

Yang Wenfeng was a little confused, "Dad, why do you always let him mess around?"

Yang Baoping sighed, and pointed to his son, "You, you, the older you live, the more stubborn you become. Listen to what A Huan said. If it's free, there will be more and more people. Everyone rushes to take advantage of it. Do you think it's still cheap?"

Yang Wenfeng was concerned, but he was confused. As soon as his father said that, he was immediately awakened.

"I participated in a Longhai City Entrepreneur Forum before. Many people mentioned smartphone games. It is said that Apple Store has accumulated more than one billion US dollars in revenue for developers, and the scale is still increasing rapidly. Many young entrepreneurs choose to develop in this field."

Having said that, Yang Wenfeng looked at his father, "Dad, tell me, is A Huan interested in this market?"

"I don't know if it's possible, but I know that Shi Yuzhu used to earn gold in the online game market for free." Although Yang Baoping is old, he has not kept up with the pace of the times.

"I think, since Ah Huan is interested, let him try it. Young people have plenty of time to try it. Whether it succeeds or not depends on whether it is successful or not. However, no amount of money can buy this spirit of courage to try."

Yang Wenfeng felt ashamed after hearing this, and had to admit that at least he was not as good as his father in terms of educating children.

"By the way, Lao Zhuang called from Kyoto a few days ago. During the chat, he mentioned A Huan. He said that he had seen A Huan several times in the newspaper recently and wanted to know about the situation. He heard that the granddaughter of the old Zhuang is also studying in the UK."

Yang Wenfeng opened his eyes when he heard this, "Dad, don't you..."

"Go, don't we two old guys look like such a feudal person? Young people these days, can you expect them to follow the orders of their parents and the words of the matchmaker? Isn't this a joke?"

Yang Wenfeng was relieved when he heard this, he was afraid that these two old comrades-in-arms would suddenly want to have a kiss.

He knows better than anyone else his son's reputation in Longhai City in the past few years, and he is also very clear that the reputation of the granddaughter of the Zhuang family is very different in the capital. It is said that those who want to propose marriage to the Zhuang family have almost broken the threshold of the Zhuang family's gate. Are there any dignitaries and royal relatives?But the girl from the banker didn't notice it.

From Yang Wenfeng's point of view, his precious son is still uncertain. He just needs to marry a gentle and virtuous wife. He doesn't need to be too outstanding. The most important thing is to know how to take care of others and be diligent and thrifty.

"Don't worry, Wenfeng, the granddaughter of the Zhuang family is good and outstanding, but our A Huan is not bad. I can see that this kid has improved a lot recently. You, give him more opportunities. When he gets his own career, the old Zhuang family wants to marry us, so let them come to us."

Speaking of this, Yang Baoping couldn't help laughing, but he was looking forward to the scene when Lao Zhuang came to propose marriage.

This old man usually pulls his precious granddaughter like three to five to eighty thousand, which just frustrates his spirit.

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Huang Ying held a bag of design drawings in both hands, and stood pretty at the gate of the University of Southampton.

Wearing a pair of light blue jeans, paired with a long-sleeved milk tea-colored sweater, a head of black straight hair, bangs parted obliquely on two willow eyebrows, below are a pair of tender eyes, a jade-like nose, and a small crimson mouth that is slightly pursed like a moon arc.

Last year, the University of Southampton had a school beauty selection, and she was elected with a high number of votes as an international student, without controversy.

This also made her famous in the whole school overnight. Everyone knew that there was such a number one person in the School of Engineering.

Standing at the gate of the school, Huang Ying was not used to the eyes of male and female students coming and going, admiring, coveting, envious, or jealous. If she had a choice, she would rather hide in the library and read quietly.

A red Ferrari convertible roared from a distance at high speed, and then slammed on the brakes in front of Huang Ying.

Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound produced by the fierce friction between the tires and the asphalt road, the car stopped steadily, successfully attracting the attention of everyone in the audience.

"Hi, Ying, where are you going? I'll see you off!" A handsome British young man in the car stood up from the driver's seat.

Huang Ying knew him, but she didn't answer. She shook her head, took a step back, and lowered her head slightly.

"Reject? It's okay, I'll wait for you!" the British youth said with a smile.

He was really waiting there, looking at Huang Ying with a smile on his lips. He had been paying attention to this Chinese student for a long time.

She is very special, unlike many female international students who are eager to find a foreign boyfriend. After she came to the University of Southampton, she rarely saw him outside, usually in dormitories, classrooms, libraries, especially the library.

Everyone at the University of Southampton knew that if they wanted to see her, they had to go to the library and wait.

I heard that her family is not very well off. They run a Chinese restaurant, and I don't know where it is.

Huang Ying couldn't stand still. Being stared at like this, she always felt as if a thorn was pricking herself, which was very awkward and uncomfortable.

A few minutes later, a black Volkswagen slowly approached from a distance and stopped behind the Ferrari.

A middle-aged British driver got out of the car, "I'm sorry, Miss Huang, I'm late."

Huang Ying pursed her lips, shook her head slightly, walked up without speaking.

The British youth sitting on the Ferrari sports car sneered, Volkswagen...

"Miss Zhang said, let me take you directly to see the young master, she still has something to do." The driver ran over and opened the rear door for her.

When Huang Ying heard this, panic flashed across her eyes, but she quickly calmed down.

She doesn't like to meet strangers very much, especially this father who has talked a lot these days and often sees Young Master Yang Huan in newspapers and on the Internet. Although there are no photos on the Internet or in newspapers, she unconsciously associates Young Master Yang Huan with the image of a wealthy young man who spends money like water.

In many idol dramas and TV dramas, the actors who play this kind of dude are often very sad.

Although she didn't have much contact with Zhang Ning, the two hit it off. She could sense that Zhang Ning's sister seemed to be forced to be with this young master Yang Huan from some words and demeanors, and with a woman's keen sixth sense.

This undoubtedly deepened her bad impression of Yang Huan.

A playboy who only knows how to squander, but is also lustful!
With this bad impression, she inevitably felt a little restless in the car, worrying in her heart, what would she say when she meets this legendary Young Master Yang Huan?Do you have to be more careful when you speak?

In the unease of her heart, the black masses were soon passing through a residential area on the east side of Southampton University.

These residential areas are two-story single-family buildings, many of which are leased to nearby students, but some entrepreneurs choose to place their offices in such residential areas, especially in recent years when college students start their own businesses, and there are many start-up companies here.

The driver seemed to have been here many times, and he stopped in front of a large three-story brick building with familiarity.

"Okay, here it is, you go by yourself, I have to take Miss Zhang to Stapletwood."

Huang Ying still didn't speak, and nodded. She knew that Zhang Ning's sister was in charge of the finances. Apart from being busy with the Wangjiangge Chinese Restaurant, there were many other things to be busy with.

Seeing Huang Ying get off the car, the British driver shook his head and smiled, "What a silent little girl!"

Because the Chinese restaurant was designed by Huang Ying, he had picked Huang Ying to the Wangjiangge Chinese restaurant many times, but he never heard her say a word in the car.

But he didn't think that this little girl was stupid in reading because of this. On the contrary, when anyone saw her, the first impression would be her strong bookish atmosphere, followed by her intelligent temperament.

That's a feeling.

Huang Ying didn't know what the driver who left behind was thinking. She timidly walked up the steps in front of the door, gently stretched out her white hand, and rang the doorbell twice. She didn't dare to press too much for fear of impoliteness.

"Who is it?" An impatient voice came from inside the door.

The door opened, and the two people inside and outside the door were a little surprised at each other.

They were all Chinese.

"Oh, you are Huang Ying who Miss Zhang said to send the design drawings to Master Huan, right?" The glasses guy suddenly realized and laughed, "My name is Zhu Liangcheng, everyone calls me Lao Zhu, and I'm also from the University of Southampton. I'm your senior, so come in and wait."

When Huang Ying heard this, she wanted to laugh, why would someone introduce herself as an old pig?
But as a senior, her defense was lowered invisibly.

"Master Huan, Master Huan, someone is looking for you!"

After entering the door and passing the stairs, Zhu Liangcheng shouted loudly to the upstairs.

"Damn it, you already said that I'm in seclusion, what a fart, anyone who comes, just stay aside and wait!"

Yang Huan's impatient response came from upstairs.

Zhu Liangcheng turned his head and shrugged at Huang Ying. He had a good impression of this fresh and refined little girl.

"The young master is retreating, you go over there first and wait a while, make yourself a cup of coffee."

As he said that, he still laughed at himself, "Our side is quite chaotic, like a war."

Huang Ying could only smile helplessly.

　The third update!Robbery!Hand over all the tickets in your hand!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)