Longhai City, China, Yang Group Headquarters.

Yang Wenfeng sat on the soft and comfortable office chair, looking at a fax on the desk in front of him, and showed a playful smile.

The most conspicuous thing on the fax is that there are two big words written on it, IOU.

"Dear Mr. Yang Wenfeng, President of Yang Group, based on your personal promise to me and your father Mr. Yang Baoping, I need you to fulfill part of your promise first. Please transfer 500 million yuan to my account within three days. If you want to break your promise, I do not rule out the use of legal means."

The signer is not the baby son Yang Huan!

"Is this an IOU?" Yang Wenfeng pointed to the IOU fax, shook his head and asked the assistant with a chuckle.

"This is not like an IOU, it's simply a blackmail letter, and it also resorts to legal means, I..."

He wanted to curse and swear, but he felt that he had lost his identity and forced himself to hold it back.

Seeing that the boss, who had always been calm and capable, had such an expression and reaction, the assistant beside him suppressed his smile.

When he first saw this fax, he laughed so hard that he thought this little boss could really make trouble and make fun of it.

It was obvious that he was short of money and asked his father for money, but he said it seemed that it was illegal to not give him money!

Although Yang Wenfeng did not support Yang Huan going out to start a business, he had to do his best to protect his son in front of outsiders.

"What has he invested in recently? Are he short of money?" Yang Wenfeng asked.

"After the young boss arrived in the UK, he attracted a lot of attention. He bought Southampton and spent 15 million pounds. However, on the first day after he took over the team, he fired the head coach. He heard that he was scolding English football for being rubbish, which made the whole UK now full of turmoil and protesting."

When Yang Wenfeng heard this, he thought to himself that this really looks like Yang Huan's style, and this kid is just a troublemaker.

"The rest is nothing. His personal secretary, Ms. Zhang Ning, called me to find a reputable construction company and said that it would build a brand new training base with an investment of 30 million pounds."

"The little boss has gone to Argentina these two days and bought a player named James Rodriguez, which cost 6 million pounds."

The assistant read to the documents in his hand, "Oh, by the way, the little boss also bought a Chinese restaurant called Jinhan Palace, saying that he would invest some money to rectify and renovate, and he is still in the research stage."

"Football? Chinese restaurant?" Yang Wenfeng was a little confused, "What does it matter?"

The assistant also smiled bitterly, "I asked Miss Zhang Ning, and Ms. Zhang said that the boss doesn't like Western food and said that he would buy a Chinese restaurant to make it easier for him to eat three meals a day." In the end, he didn't know what expression he should give.

The same is true for Yang Wenfeng. He bought a Chinese restaurant and spent more than 100,000 pounds to rectify and renovate it just for three meals a day?

He is not so luxurious as a father!

"Actually, Ms. Zhang mentioned that this Chinese restaurant has quite potential, and I think the boss said it was for three meals a day. Actually, I think it might be an excuse. The real reason is that our country has been encouraging the export of soft power in recent years. Isn't Chinese restaurant a manifestation of our soft power?"

"What does it mean?" Yang Wenfeng didn't understand very well. He did a lot of business, but he just didn't have catering.

"Chinese restaurants have been unhappy overseas in recent years. However, as the three major cuisines in the world, Chinese restaurants have always been popular with consumers overseas, and the potential consumer groups are still very wide. In the past, our Chinese restaurants have always been taking the mid- and low-end route. I think that the little boss wants to take the high-end route and is very insightful."

Yang Wenfeng did not expect that, especially after listening to his assistant's analysis, it seemed to make some sense.

When foreign Western food enters China, they all become high-end, elegant and up-to-date. But why do Chinese foods go overseas and take the mid- and low-end route?

"It's interesting. You can arrange personnel immediately, make more preparations in this regard, and provide him with more information and suggestions."

When the assistant heard this, he nodded immediately. This was an excellent opportunity to hold the boss's thick thigh tightly. "I know, boss."

"Also, send the money to him and tell him that next time IOU, don't write it like a blackmail letter!"

When the assistant heard this, he burst into laughter.

Yang Wenfeng also laughed. He was a little expectant, wanting to see what this guy can make in Europe.

Although he always felt that his son was not capable enough, in fact, who is the father who doesn’t want his son to be successful?

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Yang Huan didn't know what his father was thinking at this moment, because he was secretly watching the beauty.

The press conference hall at St. Mary's Stadium in Southampton was not big, but now twenty or thirty people from newspapers and television agencies from Britain and Europe have suddenly become overcrowded.

But in the small space of dozens of heads gathered in less than 100 square meters, there is a dazzling landscape.

Someone joked that by looking at a woman's part at first glance, you can know the character of a man.

When you look at the face at first, you are a normal man; when you look at the chest, you are a pervert; when you look at the legs, you are a pervert; when you look at the buttocks, you are an old pervert.

If you look at your feet, then congratulations, you have special hobbies.

Yang Huan is a very normal man, but he is a little lustful, so the first thing he looks at is his breasts.

This also has something to do with her wearing. The white shirt slightly opened a neckline, and the two highs raised, it can attract the attention of all men at the first time.

But this woman is a little cold and cold.

Yang Huan secretly looked at the blonde beauty outside, then looked at Zhang Ning beside her, and felt that she was comparing her heart. Who is bigger?

Zhang Ning felt Yang Huan's evil eyes and stared at him fiercely, wishing he could just use something to kill him.

"I said, Zhang Ning, do you have 34C?" Yang Huan asked with a smile.

Zhang Ning turned his head and looked elsewhere, pretending not to hear it. How could he say such a privacy issue?

"It probably didn't!" Yang Huan tsk twice, with a very affirmative tone, "I'm a little smaller than her, the one outside has at least 35D."

Zhang Ning looked at his look of despised people and said hatefully, "How do you know I don't?"

"That's right!" Yang Huan laughed.

So, no matter how noble this girl is, she still cares about her body proportions.

Zhang Ning knew that he had been fooled, so he snorted coldly and stopped talking.

"I didn't see it, it's not small!" Yang Huan stared at Zhang Ning's chest, and felt the urge to experience it with his own hands.

Zhang Ning felt his eyes, his face turned red suddenly, and he turned his head and didn't dare to look at him again.

This big pervert is too disrespectful. It is too much to discuss the size in front of a girl!

Just then, Sun Yue walked in, and Zhang Ning immediately left, "It's okay here, I'll go to the Golden Han Palace to take a look."

Seeing Zhang Ningfei running away as if he was too, Sun Yue was envious and strange, "Young Master Huan, what's wrong with her?"

Sun Yue has always found it very strange about the relationship between Yang Huan and Zhang Ning.

They lived in a double room in the hotel, but their relationship was not like a couple, but instead they looked like enemies. However, Zhang Ning obeyed Yang Huan's orders, and he couldn't figure out what the relationship between the two of them was.

"I'm jealous!" Yang Huan smiled faintly and continued to look out through the gap.

Sun Yue followed his gaze and found that the blonde beauty Yang Huan was looking at was also the focus of attention of countless men in the audience.

"Oh, it's her."

"You know?"

Sun Yue nodded, "When I was giving the gift just now, I had her signature, reporter of Southern Echo, Charlene Rahry."

"Hehe, Master Huan, I still have her phone number here."

When Yang Huan heard this, he turned his head and stared at Sun Yue with malicious intentions.

Sun Yue was stared at by Yang Huan like this, and he felt a little panicked. Did he flatter the wrong way? Is the young master a innocent little boy?

"Do I look like that lustful person?" Yang Huan asked seriously.

Sun Yue immediately smiled, "No, Young Master Huan is a gentleman, how could he be lustful?"

"Yeah!" Yang Huan accepted the praise with peace of mind, "Look back and give me her phone number."

Sun Yue almost fell head-on. His young master is really...

"She is a 100% mixed race, and the British soil and water cannot raise a beauty of this quality."

Yang Huan is very confident about his ability to appreciate beautiful women. He didn't know how many beautiful stars in Europe, America, Japan, South Korea and his country have lived in his previous life, which further increased his high requirements for beautiful women.

Yang Huan definitely looks down on those slightly average or flawed beauties.

This Charlene Lahry is different from ordinary British beauties. She does not have the thick and hard lines of British beauties. On the contrary, the outline of one of her face is very soft, her facial features are matched just right, and she looks very beautiful and charming.

But under the two slender willow-leaf eyebrows, a pair of charming amber eyes reveal toughness and coldness, which makes people inaccessible.

It is hot summer now, Southampton is located at the southernmost tip of the UK. The temperature during the day is around 20 degrees and it is not hot either. However, the press conference hall at St. Mary's Stadium is smaller, and more people are pouring in, which makes it a little crowded and hot.

Charlene Rahry held the notepad and gently slapped the wind. His right hand lifted the collar of his shirt from time to time, panting, which made all the men in the entire press conference hall look at her, but no one dared to approach her.

"The press conference hall is still small!" Yang Huan was behind, looking through the gap at the situation in the press conference hall, feeling a little regretful.

If it is a little bigger, it should be more comfortable.

At least it can make these journalists and TV station staff more comfortable.

"In fact, Master Huan is not only the press conference hall is smaller, but even our stadium is smaller."

Sun Yue seemed to have complained a long time ago, "Also, not only is the stadium small, but I think we are small in everything, and even the office is small, so I don't have to find someone to run errands. I have to go to buy them a gift myself."

Yang Huan turned his head and looked at the guy who had become pampered and complained all over the house, "I said, after all, are you the young master, or am I the young master?"

When Sun Yue heard this, he immediately laughed, "Of course, you are the young master, it's time for me to go and run errands."

"But, Mr. Huan, it's nothing to do when I go to run errands, but you think, we are not equipped with enough staff, so it's difficult to do our best when doing things. There are only two people in the entire marketing and public relations department, one of whom has to listen to the phone, and I'm the only one left. It's hard to achieve ambition!"

When Yang Huan thought, it made sense. Look at those big companies, marketing departments and public relations departments, which one is not full of talents?
To be continued...