After Yang Huan's resistance to the public and decided to play against the opponent in public, Bielsa communicated with coaches with different opinions and finally reached an agreement.

Southampton will not compromise and will fight against Chelsea!

While the coaching staff and players were nervously preparing for the FA Cup, Yang Huan gained free time instead.

I went to Italy, met Chris Bangor, and discussed some related matters about automotive design companies.

Yang Huan only has one opinion, and the Chinese market must enter in the shortest time and quickly seize it.

In this regard, Yang Huan's idea is the same as Chris Bangor.

After returning to the UK, Yang Huan inspected the Shengxi Yacht and Aston Martin successively.

Seeing that everything he arranged was going on in an orderly manner, Yang Huan also let down his heart.

He returned to Southampton the day before the FA Cup.

As soon as he came back, just walked into the office of St. Mary's Stadium, Yang Huan heard Nicholas Cortez telling his secretary.

"Go to contact the yacht club, which means that a large luxury yacht will be docked at noon tomorrow, so let them arrange it."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

The secretary agreed. When she went out, Yang Huan happened to walk in. She turned sideways and shouted respectfully and politely, "Master Huan."

"Yeah!" Yang Huan nodded and agreed, "Nicolas, what's going on?"

"Young Master Huan!" Seeing Yang Huan come back, Nicholas Cotes immediately stood up and walked out of the office area.

"Chelsea CEO Ron Gurley just called me and said that their boss Abramovich had already traveled south on the luxury yacht Sun Eclipse and was expected to arrive in Southampton at noon tomorrow, hoping we could arrange a reception."

"Sun Eclipse?" Yang Huan snorted coldly. The yacht ranks first among the world's private yachts, worth 800 million euros.

It is definitely the most powerful weapon for the super rich in the world!

This Russian drove the yacht to my territory?

Still docking next door to our St. Mary's Stadium?

Isn’t this going to save my face?

Do you really think I am a soft persimmon? Is it easy to pinch?

"Master Huan, what's wrong? Is there any problem?" Nicholas Cortez saw Yang Huan's face changing and was a little strange.

Sun Yue beside Yang Huan was the best at observing his expressions and immediately met him, "Of course there is a problem, Nikola, let's not worry about them in this matter."

"Why?" Nikola Cotes was surprised. It was natural for this home team to receive the visiting team.

Sun Yue tsk, Nicholas Cotes is good at everything and has no problem with his ability. He is just too stubborn on some issues, holding on to some gentlemanly demeanor and messy things, and not knowing how to adapt.

"No reason, I just don't like him!" Yang Huan replied coldly.

Seeing Nicholas Cotes still say that Sun Yue immediately pulled his arm.

"Nicolah, you're so honest!"

“How to say it?”

"Think about it, how far is the largest yacht in Southampton from St. Mary's Stadium?"

“It’s next door.”

"Yes, think about it, the 170-meter solar eclipse is simply a huge monster. Such a luxury yacht drove into the Ichin River and came to the next door of St. Mary's Stadium. Think about it, what would it feel like if the fans met?"

At this moment, Nicholas Cortez understood a little.

It turns out that Abramovich is here to show off his wealth!

"Think about it again, how far is it from London to Southampton? There are highways and intercity subways, which are so convenient and fast, but why do they just don't do it and insist on driving the Sun Eclipse around the south coast of England to Southampton?"

"Uh..." Nicholas Cotes was not a fool either, and he understood completely at this moment.

"They are clearly here to show off their wealth and slap us in the face, but we are fine. Not only do we not resist, but we also happily put our faces up and slapped them in the face. You said, can we do such a stupid thing?"

Nikola Cotters was immediately ashamed. He felt that he was really fooled, but he didn't expect this level.

"Master Huan, I..."

"Stop talking!" Yang Huan waved his hand and interrupted Nicholas Cortes' apology. He knew Nicholas Cortes.

This person has a strong ability to do things, but he is a bit rigid and lacks some cleverness.

But such a person is reliable, and he is still very successful in managing Southampton.

"It is their business to come, but Southampton is our territory. Before such a war, momentum is very important, and we must first win!"

"Please give me instructions for Mr. Huan!" Nicholas Cortes also hated him.

"You immediately go to the yacht marinas around Southampton and tell them that in the past few days, all yacht marinas in Southampton are not allowed to be docked by the Sun Eclipse. Whoever lets the Russian yachts come in will be our enemy!"

Yang Huan is clearly trying to declare war on Chelsea and Abramovich.

Nicholas Cortes also realized the seriousness of the matter and nodded solemnly.

"You give Ron Gurley another call and said we had helped contact all the yacht marinas, but no space was found, so I asked him, the dilapidated freight marina across the Tester River, which had been deactivated?"

The freight terminal has been out of service for many years and has not built any facilities. Now it is only used to detect the water level of the Tester River. It is an insult to let the solar eclipse go upwards like the high-end.

"I understand!" Nicholas Cotes nodded excitedly.

Sun Yue also laughed from the side and said, "Young Master Huan, Abramovich is definitely angry to death now!"

Yang Huan smiled slightly and said to himself, "Who made him want to come over and slap me in the face?"

How could I get into Southampton if I don’t let you pick up a brick and shoot myself in the foot?

…………

…………

"Ron, we're almost at Brighton, how are you in touch?"

In the English Channel, the Eclipse is traveling east to west along the southern coast of England.

Abramovich sat on the top of the Eclipse and contacted Chelsea CEO Ron Gurley, who had been feeling Southampton from London overnight.

"Boss, we're still stepping up contact." Ron Gurley spoke on the other side of the phone as if she was about to cry.

"Intensify the contact?" Abramovich was dissatisfied.

"What is the situation now? Isn't Southampton claiming to have many yacht marinas in such a big city? What kind of yacht exhibitions are held every year? Why are there not even a place to dock a yacht?"

At the end of the day, the Russians almost roared.

"Boss, there are indeed many yacht marinas in Southampton. We also contacted each other one by one, but they said there were no spaces available these two days."

"Fart!" Abramovich roared angrily, "Will there be no space at the yacht marina? Who are you fooling?"

"That's what they said!" Ron Gurley was sad.

He had visited many empty yacht marinas on site, but when he asked, he was booked.

This is clearly someone is targeting Abramovich!

"Then I will increase the price. If others pay, I will pay twice as much. If I don't have one, I will pay twice as much. If I don't have two, I will pay five times and ten times. In short, I will stop in Southampton!" Abramovich was also angry.

Who is causing trouble for this damn guy?

Is it the Chinese from Southampton?

Ron Gurley smiled bitterly, "I have increased the price, but they still didn't let it go, saying that they had collected someone's deposit."

In fact, several small docks have been shaken, but the problem is that their locations are relatively remote and are restricted by geographical locations, so they cannot get into the size of the solar eclipse.

"Damn bastard!" Abramovich was so angry that he was about to go crazy!

"Boss, I also contacted Southampton. They said that the yacht stops in Southampton have been too short of in the past two days. All the locations where the Sun Eclipse can be stopped have been ordered, except..."

Ron Gurley didn't dare to continue talking.

"Except what?" Abramovich asked.

“Except for a freight terminal across the Tester River.”

"Freight terminal?" Abramovich was stunned, "Can you stop?"

"It can be stopped, but the freight terminal has been abandoned for many years, the facilities are very old, and now it is more used as a water level test, and there is a seafood market on the shore..."

Ron Gurley didn't dare to continue talking.

"I'll go ****!" Abramovich was almost so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

Let my solar eclipse go to the seafood market?

It's like letting the Queen of England live in a slum!

It’s really hard for uncles to tolerate aunts!

Listening to Abramovich swearing on the other end of the phone, Ron Gurley didn't dare to say anything.

He guessed that Abramovich, who was on the English Channel's solar eclipse, must have wanted to kill again at this moment.

After scolding for nearly ten minutes, Abramovich on the other side of the phone gasped and stopped.
To be continued...