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Chapter 294 I believe it anyway!(1/2)

When Yang Huan took Zhuang Ziqing, Long Wu and Feng Jiu and the group walked into the Wembley Stadium's presidential stands, the entire Wembley Stadium was already filled with people and loud noises.

The Wembley Stadium, which can accommodate 90,000 fans, can almost be said to be full.

Yang Huan appeared in the stands and was immediately noticed by the Saints fans at the scene. Suddenly, 40,000 Saints fans in the audience shouted Yang Huan's name together, which shows how popular he is in this team.

And what about Yang Huan?

He just smiled indifferently, waved his hands at the fans around him, and walked over.

"Master Huan! Miss Zhuang!"

Sun Yue and Nikola Cotes both came up to meet.

When I saw Zhuang Ziqing, I was a little surprised.

The last time I met, she came to work, but when she turned around, she was going to become her own boss lady.

"The members are all here, please make arrangements quickly!" Yang Huan instructed.

Sun Yue and the others nodded immediately to agree.

"Master Huan, Mr. Bernstein just told me that you must go to the Royal Box for invitation."

Yang Huan laughed, "I guess it might be Abramovich thinking about me!"

Sun Yue and Nikola Cortes both smiled and laughed.

It’s really unlucky to meet our Young Master Huan!

Yang Huan took Zhuang Ziqing along the stands and walked directly to the Royal Box.

As soon as he emerged, he was searching everywhere.

As a result, no trace of Abramovich was seen.

"What are you looking for?" Prince William immediately stood up and waved with a smile when he saw him.

"Come here, there's a place!"

Yang Huan walked over with a smile.

Prince William and other men in the private room looked stunning when they saw Zhuang Ziqing coming out of the passage.

When I met Zhang Ning before, I felt it was so beautiful that there were few in the world.

But who would have thought that Zhuang Ziqing would appear so soon, who was equally elegant and refined.

Many people even saw her at the Duke of Westminster's previous banquet.

But seeing it at night is a kind of charm, but seeing it during the day makes it look even more graceful.

"Brother, you are so powerful, are you really catching up with me?"

Prince William was whispering gossip while shook hands with Yang Huan.

Awesome!

The first time we met that night, we gave them a piece of 10 million pounds of jewelry.

In this blink of an eye, even the couple outfits were put on.

I really don’t admire you!

"Are you impressed?" Yang Huan smiled and was very proud.

"I admire you!" Prince William was really convinced.

"It's not that I'm afraid that my wife will be like you. Do you want me to teach you two tricks? Keep your disciple in order to be conservative, let her sit and not dare to stand, let her go east and not dare to go west."

When Prince William heard this, he frowned, "Can you do it?"

"Okay, why can't it?"

Suddenly a sound came from behind, scaring him to tremble all over.

"No, I'm scolding him, is it a good thing? Where can I be afraid of my wife in this world? I respect my wife. Do you know what respect is?" While saying that, this guy was also winking at Yang Huan.

That look seemed to be saying, Boss, I'll make up the scene, don't smash me!

Yang Huan sighed in her heart, what a terrible guy!

No wonder, it is said that Princess Kate performed much better than him in school. It was because we, Prince William, chased him for a long time before we got it. I am afraid it was natural.

Zhuang Ziqing looked at Prince William as if she was playing with changing her face, which was very funny.

"He, I'm afraid that your senior sister will stomp your senior sister and he will definitely have weak legs!" Yang Huan said with a smile.

Prince William is busy talking nice things to Princess Kate.

This was the first time Zhuang Ziqing heard that when the two appeared in public, they always looked respectful to each other.

Unexpectedly, I looked like this in private.

"Mr. Yang Huan!"

At this time, an old man in his sixties and gray-haired came over.

"Hey, Chairman!" Yang Huan immediately stood up.

Isn't it just FA Chairman David Bernstein?

"Mr. Yang Huan, many people are reacting to me today, saying that your new Southampton jersey is in violation of regulations."

"Violating the rules?" Yang Huan pretended to be stupid, "Why did you violate the rules?"

David Bernstein knew in his heart that he had done such things, but he could not admit it even if he was beaten to death, right?

If you want to admit it, isn’t it just that the case has not been tried and you will be hitting the 30th board first?

"The main thing is the sponsor issue. You now have a logo on the cuffs, a logo on the back collar, and a logo on the sponsor's logo on both sides of the hem. The business atmosphere is too strong."

When Yang Huan heard this, he was happy, "Chairman, without these commercial sponsorship income, how can we raise such a group of stars?"

"Someone revealed that your so-called sponsors are actually your own company, especially the Kelone family, who sponsors the cuffs of your jerseys for no reason, how can people believe it?"

Yang Huan curled his lips, "Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway!"

David Bernstein smiled bitterly. He knew that he could not convince the eldest master.

Who makes people rich and powerful?

Moreover, it is really hard to say about sponsorship, and it is also very troublesome to check, time-consuming and labor-intensive, and not pleasing.

If you really want to make trouble, then look at Manchester City, is such a high sponsorship fee reasonable?

It's unreasonable, everyone knows there is a problem.

But if you really want to check, if someone has a contract, everything will follow the rules. What can you find out?

Besides, on the one hand, you need financial health, and on the other hand, you are not allowed to operate secretly. If you say anything, the team will definitely not do it.

If you really want to check, which team has no financial and operation problems in the Premier League and even the entire European professional football world?

However, according to convention, we still have to say it.

"Chairman, there seems to be no restrictions on our low-level leagues that we cannot advertise on the jerseys, right?"

David Bernstein nodded, "There is no explicit rule."

"That's fine. We're already very low-key. Look at those logos that are so small."

David Bernstein shook his head with a wry smile, "Okay, I'll just say, you guys should pay attention to it yourself."

"Don't worry, I understand!" Yang Huan nodded in agreement with a smile.

What he meant is that I had already been angry with you first. If it was really a big deal, we would inevitably come out and make a move. Don’t be stubborn at that time. Everyone cooperates and the matter will be over!

In fact, Southampton has a high attention and the FA itself has gained a lot of benefits.

The investment in the League Cup and FA Cup this season is very popular, and the English Championship has won the highest league title sponsorship in recent years, and the Community Shield Cup is also live broadcast in more than 100 countries around the world.

These are all very cheap!

Without Southampton, it will be greatly discounted!

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Ziqing was a little surprised, she couldn't understand.

"Nothing!" Yang Huan smiled proudly.

"The turtle bastard who came out of nowhere secretly picked our thorns all day long and made trouble for us. If I find out, I will throw him to the gay bar to pick up soap!"

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Ha Qiu!

In the North locker room of Wembley Stadium, Ferguson sniffed heavily.

He reached out and rubbed the scarlet rosacea nose, and the old Scottish man was cursing.

"Sneeze for no reason, damn it must be someone who is talking bad about me behind my back. What I look down on the most is the person who makes trouble behind the scenes!"

When he said this, Mike Perlan, the assistant coach standing beside him, looked at his nose and his heart, and forced himself to smile.
To be continued...
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