An extended version of the tycoon Jinlagonda Conqueror quickly drove into St. Mary's Stadium in Southampton.

I stopped the car steadily at the gate, and immediately a security guard walked up to open the door.

I saw Yang Huan, wearing a suit and tie, got out of the car and tied the buttons on the suit with one hand.

The reporter who had long been ambushed outside the wall of St. Mary's Stadium suddenly flashed with spotlights, and many people even screamed.

"Oh my God, is Mr. Huan going on a honeymoon or Africa? Why is it so tanned?"

“Chocolate, I like it!”

"It's so handsome and charming!"

"A bunch of idiots!"

Yang Huan ignored the noisy and noisy reporters outside the wall, glanced at him quickly and walked up the stairs.

Peter Kenyon, Ron Gurley, Bielsa and others, who had been waiting for a long time, happened to go out to greet him. Several people met at the gate and went straight to the entrance without saying a few words.

"Why are there so many journalists outside now?"

As soon as he walked into the conference room, Yang Huan came to the window, gently pressed down the blinds, looked outside the wall, and found that more than 20 reporters were squatting outside, a little surprised.

Peter Kenyon and Ron Gurley looked at each other and shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

"Master Huan, today is different from the past. We are now the defending champions of the Premier League!" Peter Kennyon laughed.

These words immediately made everyone in the conference room burst into laughter.

But behind the laughter is a strong sense of confidence.

In three years, Southampton spent three years climbing from the third-level team in England to the Premier League championship step by step. It is not an exaggeration to say that this is a miracle!

Yang Huan also smiled and let go of his hand on the blinds strip. With a swish, the blinds returned to normal again.

"It seems that I will get used to being followed by paparazzi in the future!"

This immediately made everyone present amused again, and many people even took the opportunity to flatter.

"Master Huan, even if we don't win the Premier League championship, the paparazzi pays great attention to your every move!"

"Yes, you can make the front pages of major newspapers tomorrow if you say anything."

"I think the group of reporters outside are probably mostly due to Young Master Huan!"

Yang Huan smiled and waved her hand, stopping the guys from continuing to take pictures.

Nimei's butt was swollen, and if she didn't stop, it would turn into a board.

"Peter, how are you talking to Barcelona?" Yang Huan returned to his seat, sat down and asked.

When it came to serious things, there was a silence in the conference room, and everyone looked at Peter Kenyon.

The bald man nodded slightly, "It went very smoothly. As soon as we offered the price, Barcelona agreed."

"Let me tell me!" Yang Huan laughed.

"Barcelona pays Neymar's transfer fee by the player plus cash. Our original requirement was that Alexis Sanchezga's 140 million euros in cash, and Barcelona's official agreement was basically agreed, but it was a bit troublesome in terms of payment methods." Peter Kenion said at the end, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"What trouble?"

"According to the agreement, they should pay us 70 million euros first, and the remaining 70 million euros will be paid next year, but Rossel tried every means to raise funds and even sold Thiago to Bayern Munich for 20 million euros, and only raised 60 million euros at most."

When Yang Huan heard this, he was really amused and crying.

To be honest, when it comes to playing with capital and money, no ten Rossells can compare to one Florentino.

No matter how Real Madrid fans scold Florentino or even criticize him for nothing, no one can deny that without Florentino, Real Madrid would have long known what it would have been.

"Yesterday, Rossell called me again and suggested using players to make up for the ten million euros."

As soon as Peter Kenyon said this, the conference room was in full swing.

"What does Rossell mean?"

"I didn't expect that Barcelona was so poor that they couldn't even get ten million euros!"

"Or how to use Iniesta as a price of tens of millions to make up the numbers?"

"Well, please, we don't need Iniesta, okay?"

Everyone's jokes made Yang Huan smile.

Looking at Peter Kenyon again, "Who is he going to make up the numbers?"

"Villa!"

"Nimei!" Yang Huan started cursing without thinking.

Use Villa to make up the numbers?

He Rosel is so beautiful!

At that time, Barcelona introduced the 29-year-old Villa from Valencia at a high price of 40 million euros. This transaction was criticized by the outside world and believed that it was not cost-effective at all.

Now three years have passed, Villa is about to be thirty-two years old. Barcelona still wants to use Villa to raise 10 million?

Everyone present also found it unfavorable, because Villa is useless to Southampton.

Yang Huan sat on the sofa chair, searching for Barcelona's first team list with his mobile phone, looking down from above, and picking one by one.

To be honest, there are not many people who can be admired by him.

"Tell Rossell, use him to raise the ten million euros!"

Yang Huan sent his phone forward, and Peter Kenion leaned over and saw that it was Montoya.

"Master Huan, we are not short of right-back!" Bielsa immediately shook her head.

Sitting with a Danilo with great attack power and a Azpilicueta with a strong defense, Southampton's right is as stable as Mount Tai. What's the use of having one more Montoya?

"I know, what Simeone wants it!"

Simeone has previously revealed that she is not very satisfied with Keno Peruzzi and wants to introduce another right-back.

Juan Fran is only twenty-eight years old now, in his year of fighting, but Atletico Madrid has to deal with three fronts next, and there is only one not very reliable Keno Peruzzi, which is really not enough.

So, if a Montoya with greater potential is introduced, as long as it is cultivated, even if it cannot replace Juan Fran, it can at least be a qualified substitute, right?

Besides, it is not unreasonable that Montoya is optimistic about the whole of Europe.

After hearing what Mr. Huan said, everyone immediately realized that Montoya was prepared for Atletico Madrid.

Think about it, it is quite cost-effective to exchange for Montoya for ten million euros.

"Okay, I'll contact Bartomeu right away!" Peter Kenyon agreed immediately.

Yang Huan nodded.

"A few days ago, while I was on vacation in Qatar, I received a call from Florentino. He talked to me about Neymar's transfer. I had already told him clearly that Neymar would go to Barcelona!"

Everyone nodded frequently.

"Florentino told me to understand our decision, but he hoped that we would sell Gareth Bale to Real Madrid."

Speaking of this, Yang Huan smiled slightly and asked, "Guess, how many they drove?"

Everyone present suddenly became lively.

"Preliminary estimate is 60 million euros."

"Impossible. Manchester City has already driven to 70 million euros. Real Madrid has paid another 60 million. Isn't that asking for a draw?"

"I think it should be about 80 million euros."

But everyone looked at Mr. Huan again, but found that Mr. Huan was still smiling, drinking water, and shaking his head.

"Not stop?" Ron Gully was stunned.

Yang Huan nodded, still smiling.

"Ninety million euros?" Peter Kenyon guessed again.

But I knew that Young Master Huan still shook his head.

"Is it...one hundred million?" Ron Gurley couldn't sit still.

But Young Master Huan was still shaking his head!

Everyone in the audience was in an uproar.

Good, more than 100 million?

What's going on?

Isn't this world crazy?

When Yang Huan saw everyone's reaction, she immediately stood up with a laugh.

"I told Florentino that we have let one Neymar go and it is impossible to let Gareth Bale go, so even though Manchester City offered a sky-high price of 70 million euros, we still refused!"

When everyone heard this, they were all stunned

What Mr. Huan said is true!
To be continued...