Football giants

Chapter 90 Is this possible?

"who are you?"

Through the microphone, Yang Huan was a little upset to hear this stranger asking questions.

Who are these people?

"Master Huan, I am Director Yang's personal think tank and the manager of the company's investment department. My name is Zhao Yuanfang."

After the glasses guy answered Yang Huan's question, he glanced awkwardly at the people in the conference room.

The others also looked helpless.

Whoever meets this eldest young master will be helpless, because he acts like a powerful and unconstrained style, with no rules at all.

"Yuanfang, that's a good name!" Yang Huanxi said cheerfully.

This young master is almost becoming Di Renjie.

"Answer me a 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 over the phone with a leadership style, "You're new here not long ago, and you're no older than forty, right? Maybe you're still a turtle."

"How do you know?" Zhao Yuanfang was full of surprise.

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 sea turtle.

"I'll make a random guess." Yang Huan is not interested in pretending to be awesome in this kind of thing.

"However, let me ask you another question, why do you support my plan?"

This question is not just across the phone, Yang Huan, who is far away in the UK, is asking it, and almost everyone in the conference room is also asking it.

"Hmm..." Zhao Yuanfang has been in the company for almost a year, and has never had any great opportunities to perform. Now that this opportunity is rare, she really wants to make a long speech, talking about a lot of golden rules in the investment world to bluff people.

But after thinking about it, he heard that Master Huan didn't like long speeches, so he gritted his teeth secretly.

"Well, there are two things. 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 answered, everyone in the conference room fell down.

Then almost most people raised their middle fingers at the 38-year-old bespectacled man.

Damn, I didn't expect this gentle guy to be a sycophant!
I was mistaken, I didn't expect him to be the most flattering person in Yang's group!

But Yang Huan's laughing voice came from the phone, it sounded very useful, which made everyone in the locker room regret, this is the future prince of the group, why didn't we know how to flatter him just now?
Who knows, Yang Huan cursed secretly in his heart at this moment.

Who are these people?
There was Sun Yue first, and then there was Zhao Yuanfang, why did my father have all his sycophants?
Well, it must be that he himself likes to be flattered, so his subordinates specialize in flatterers.

"Well, being able to see these two points proves that you are still very discerning." But he accepted it brazenly.

"Actually, I think the valuation is low, just like you are optimistic about my plan. I think my company has a bright future."

"Take a game company as an example. The first month's income is less than 50, the second month's income is 500, and the third month is at least seven figures. Do you think such a company is worth [-] million pounds? Those investors are all stupid, and I'm not stupid. I really think I can't count?"

When everyone heard it, it seemed to make sense.

The income growth is so fast and fierce, so the prospect is naturally good.

To make money, of course, not only depends on the present, but also depends on the future prospects.

"Zhao Yuanfang." Yang Huan called Glasses Brother's name with a smile on the other side of the phone.

"Master Huan." The glasses brother responded politely.

Everyone in the conference room raised their middle fingers together.

The damned sycophant!

"I admire you. Come back to Europe to help me. I happen to be short of an investment consultant. If you stay with my father, you probably won't be reused. You won't be able to show your strengths. It's better to follow me."

As soon as Yang Huan said this, Yang Wenfeng couldn't take it anymore.

"Hey, did you say that?"

What kind of son are these?
In front of so many people, why don't you give your father face?

But he didn't even think about it, how did Yang Huan know that he had to make everyone know when he made a phone call?
"Dad, don't be angry, am I not telling the truth?"

Yang Huan chuckled, "In a word, do you vote or not?"

"Uh... I'll think about it again."

In fact, he has already decided to vote, just to put on airs of being a father.

It would be better if this brat could keep his voice low.

"Then give you a day to think about it."

After speaking, Yang Huan was about to hang up the phone.

"A Huan!" At this time Yang Baoping came over and shouted into the phone.

"Grandpa, what's the matter?" Yang Huan asked.

"Are you busy? What have you been up to recently?" Yang Baoping asked with a smile.

The more he looked at this grandson, the more pleasing he was.

In the past, no matter how you looked at him, you looked like a dude, no matter how you looked at him, you didn't like it.

But now, no matter how you look at it, it's pleasing to the eye.

"I'm not busy with anything, I'm just playing games, and... Recently, I'm planning to transform a fat man into a superstar in the global entertainment industry." Yang Huan replied with a smile.

Everyone in the meeting room fell head over heels, and then burst out laughing. They all thought Yang Huan was joking.

Unexpectedly, Master Huan had such a humorous side.

"Then I won't bother you much." Yang Baoping said with a smile.

"I'm fine, I just want to tell you, do you remember the girl from your Grandpa Zhuang's family?"

"Grandpa Zhuang? Which Grandpa Zhuang?" Yang Huan couldn't remember for a while.

"The one from the army."

"Oh!" Yang Huan remembered.

It seems that he is also a retired old revolutionary cadre. He used to be in the same position as his grandfather. The difference is that his father went into business, but the dealer has always followed the official route.

"The girl from the Zhuang family is also studying in the UK. Their family is a family friend with ours. If you have time, go and see her."

When Yang Baoping said this, his eyes were on Zhang Ning.

This girl Zhang Ning's face turned embarrassing when she heard this. She vaguely guessed that this should be a girl from Yang Huan's right family. Mr. Yang probably wanted to make this girl Zhuang his granddaughter-in-law.

But when Zhang Ning raised his head and saw Yang Baoping's eyes, he immediately realized that he had guessed correctly and understood his intentions.

He deliberately said this in front of himself, just to remind himself, and at the same time prove that he did not hide it from himself.

After thinking about this, Zhang Ning felt less uncomfortable, and smiled at Yang Baoping.

What a smart girl!

Yang Baoping praised with a smile.

Others in the conference room were laughing, and many of them vaguely understood that in the capital, the Zhuang family was the absolute richest family, and that the Yang family married the Zhuang family, that is a good match.

"Okay, I'm busy here, let's talk when I have time."

Yang Huan's perfunctory tone made Zhang Ning feel better and made everyone present smile bitterly.

The young master didn't seem very happy yet.

"Okay, when will you come back?" Yang Baoping asked again.

"Let's wait a few days until this fat man learns to dance."

When everyone heard it, their jaws dropped.

From Master Huan's tone, it seems that he wants to turn 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, Du Ziteng, the fat man, is practicing leg presses under the supervision of Yang Huan.

How else can I say that this person is fat and inflexible?
Can't even press a leg!

After Yang Huan hung up the phone, he sat across from him, crossing his legs and playing with his mobile phone. A game called Temple Run was running on the mobile phone screen, and it was currently being tested in Apple stores in New Zealand and Australia.

But unlike the previous Cut the Rope, many players have noticed this game.

After all, with the popularity of cutting the rope, the name of the WeChat company has become much louder, and there are even many loyal fans.

Seeing that Du Ziteng even pressed his legs like this, and was sweating profusely, Yang Huan shook his head vigorously.

"Stomach hurts, you are like this, if you want to have no shape, no figure, if you can sing so-so, if you can't even dance, what are you going to let your fans see about you?"

Du Ziteng, who was afraid of pain at first, 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, you can be a master if you suffer hardships."

"When you become a star, especially the kind of powerful star you advertise, you must know how to dance. Look at Michael Jackson, how good is the dance?"

Du Ziteng nodded vigorously, signaling the dance teacher to continue to apply pressure.

Stretch your legs straight and press down little by little.

A round head was already dripping with sweat.

"This time, I specially invited a well-known Korean choreographer, and asked him to tailor a set of dances for you. I guarantee that you will be very popular."

"Really?" Du Ziteng became excited when he heard it.

"Nonsense, is it good for me to lie to you?"

Du Ziteng shook his head, then patted the dance teacher's hand, "Press down more, press harder, I can bear it."

Yang Huan hummed, and was very moved by the fat man's desperate spirit.

"I also decided to invite one of the most popular beauty stars in Korea to support your MV. Guess who it is?"

When Du Ziteng heard this, he became even more excited, "Bao'er."

"No, I don't like Bao'er." Yang Huan shook his head, "Guess again."

"Cai Yan!" Du Ziteng's mind was full of Korean actresses, and he felt extremely excited. He patted the dance teacher's hand vigorously with both hands, signaling to press down again, as hard as possible.

"I don't like Cai Yan either, can I change it?" Yang Huan still shook his head.

"Lee Hyori, my God, could it be Lee Hyori?" A beautiful image of Lee Hyori appeared in his mind.

Cute Korean girl, here I come, Smecta!
He heard a click from his crotch, which scared the dance teacher to withdraw his hands.

"Ah!" Fatty screamed.

It turned out that without knowing it, the fat man's separated legs were pressed straight to the ground.

After hearing this, Yang Huan walked up immediately.

The fat man was lying on the ground supported by the dance teacher, with his hands covering his crotch, with a painful expression on his face.

"Stomach hurts, are you okay? Don't learn how to dance, but you made yourself into Dongfang Invincible."

Du Ziteng covered his crotch, shut his mouth tightly, and waved his right hand at Yang Huan, signaling that he was fine.

"Oh, as long as it's okay." Yang Huan saw that he was still reacting, so he guessed that he was accidentally talking about it, so it's not a big problem.

"Don't worry, you concentrate on learning how to dance, and I will take you to record songs in a few days, and then go back to China to shoot the MV!"

The fat man nodded vigorously, but his face was so painful that even tears fell out.

Yang Huan looked at it, shook his head helplessly and sighed.

So, okay, why do you have to want to be a star?

Is it okay to be a star?
Handsome and beautiful, it's easy to be unspoken.

If you are unlucky, you are ugly and want to use your strength to fight, like Du Ziteng...

How miserable!

　Brothers who have monthly tickets in hand, vote for me! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)