"Do you know why I hit you?"

Yang Huan looked at Stephen Thompson with a look of disdain. In his eyes, this person was not even a big deal.

People who are fierce but weak on the inside are bullied by their classmates in school because they are numerous and powerful.

What else can he do?

"I'm going to teach you a lesson for your father and teach you a lesson. Don't think you have a lot of money, just bully others all day long, and don't think you're born more delicate than others. What did you scold me just now?"

When Yang Huan said this, his tone became very serious, a hint of sharpness flashed across his eyes, and even gritted his teeth.

Stephen Thompson was scared, how could he dare to say it again?

Huang Ying and Du Ziteng were a little ashamed to hear it. They didn't expect that Yang Huan would be furious because of Stephen Thompson scolding him. Fortunately, they thought Yang Huan was in a fight with them.

"Du Ziteng!"

Just when Du Ziteng was feeling ashamed, he heard Yang Huan calling his name.

"Old...Boss, you call me?"

"Nonsense, of course I'll call you here!" Yang Huan waved his hand. Why is this little fat man so slow to react?

Du Ziteng exclaimed and ran to Yang Huan happily. He admired Yang Huan very much now.

Men, especially Chinese men, should be so chivalrous and righteous, eliminate violence and maintain good fortune.

"What should you do if you pushed him down just now and threatened him?" Yang Huan asked Stephen Thompson.

The British young man lay on the ground with his limbs raised his head, as if a dog was looking up at his owner, and then looked at Du Ziteng. He didn't have the usual arrogance and just wanted to escape from here quickly.

So, after hearing Yang Huan's words, he looked up at Du Ziteng and said in a crying voice, "I'm sorry."

Du Ziteng was so excited. He had met Stephen Thompson several times before, and he was bullied and always kept saying sorry, but now, Stephen Thompson was lying on the ground like a dog, saying sorry to him, begging for his forgiveness and mercy.

This was something I could only think about in my dreams before, but now it really happened.

All of this is because of the boss around me.

Thinking of the past and the humiliation he gave him just now, Du Ziteng was so angry that he walked forward, and slapped twice, and spat at Stephen Thompson before replying angrily, "It's okay!"

After saying that, he turned to Yang Huan with a smile, "Boss, it's so satisfying, so satisfying!"

Yang Huan also laughed, "What's this? Is it worth making such a fuss?"

"It's worth it, it's worth it!" Du Ziteng nodded repeatedly.

"No prospect!" Yang Huan laughed and cursed, waved her hand, and ignored Stephen Thompson lying on the ground, greeted Zhu Liangcheng and others, and was about to walk to the venue.

He wouldn't take people like Stephen Thompson seriously at all.

At this moment, a roar of a rumbling car engine came from a distance.

Then I saw luxury cars racing from a distance, and brake suddenly on the road not far away.

Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Porsche, Ferrari, Bentley...

Everyone at the scene watched this sudden scene, and some people were stunned. What is the origin of so many luxury cars?

Then I saw Ibrahimovic, Neymar, Adam Larana and others jumped out of the car one after another.

The burly man nearly two meters tall, the Swedish center came over as soon as he got off the car and shouted, "Master Huan, we are here!"

A group of more than twenty people rushed over, and the momentum was like a rush of mountains and seas, which immediately shocked everyone present.

Stephen Thompson had just woken up a little, and when he saw the group of people pounced on him like wolves and tigers, he was frightened again and almost incontinent. He collapsed on the ground, holding his head, not daring to move, for fear of being beaten again.

Many professional players watch on TV and are a bit thin, but if you look at it up close, you will find that they are actually very strong, much stronger than ordinary people.

Many of the twenty-somethings are over 1.9 meters tall, and the size of each person is strong, which really puts people very stressed.

The viewers around were startled to see them rushing out of the car, but soon someone saw clearly who the group of people were and screamed in abrupt voice.

"It's Ibrahimovic, my god, Swedish center!"

"My favorite Neymar, he actually came to the University of Southampton."

"He is Manuel Neuer, the German goalkeeper, and his butt is really big and upright, I like it."

"Bidal, your hairstyle is so cool!"

When the onlookers saw this group of stars, they were in chaos and everyone started to talk.

When they saw these Southampton stars again, they walked to Yang Huan with a respectful look, and they were even more surprised and surprised. This Chinese man is of extraordinary origin. Could he be the new boss of Southampton?

For a moment, everyone's eyes looked at Yang Huan became extraordinary.

This is only seen in newspapers, similar to the legendary characters.

Yang Huan ignored the thoughts of others. He was a little strange. Don’t they need to train? What are you doing here? Watch the fun?

"Why are you here?"

Sun Yue walked forward, left and right, and looked at Yang Huan carefully. After confirming that Yang Huan was fine, he felt relieved. If Yang Huan was really beaten, he would wait to be fired.

"Master Huan, when we heard that you were beaten, everyone cared about you, so we all rushed over."

When Yang Huan heard this, he was amused, "I was beaten? It's almost the same as if I hit someone. With Long Wu here, who can hit me?"

When everyone heard this, they all looked at Long Wu. The boy was on the edge of the crowd, holding his Apple phone and having a lot of fun playing games.

Apart from Sun Yue, who has seen him take action, who would still believe that he is a master?

"Master Huan, whoever wants to hit you, I will teach you a lesson!" Ibrahimovic was also a person who was not afraid of trouble.

Laville Morrison also offered advice from the side: "If you are not convenient for Mr. Huan, I can find someone to come secretly."

Yang Huan's face darkened, "What? One or two of you are not professional players or gangsters?"

All the players were silent, and they all realized that Master Huan was unhappy.

"Your duty is to play football and help me kill all the opponents on the court. As for everything else, I can handle it, so you don't worry about it." Yang Huan scolded with a face.

"Especially you, Laville, have you been in contact with your friends recently?"

"No, Master Huan." Raville Morrison shook his head quickly.

His gang of friends are all in Manchester, in the northwest of England, and Southampton is in the southernmost part of England.

"That's good. You're young. Don't learn from the underworld to follow the boss. If you follow them, you might as well get along with me. At least I will take care of food, accommodation and money. If you concentrate on playing football, you will have a bright future in the future. Wouldn't it be good?"

Laville Morrison nodded constantly, and there was nothing to say to Master Huan.

Just one word, awesome!

Not to mention anything else, it depends on the whole world. Who can reward 400,000 pounds in one game?

Even those who are involved in the underworld, which one is not money first?

"Okay, it's been hard for everyone to come from Stapletwood. I understand this feeling, I appreciate it." Yang Huan didn't want to hit the players too much. If they didn't train, they would be considered to be caring for themselves.

"But, since I'm here, I'll just stop going back. I've come here, so I'll go to the venue to stroll around and help them advertise, which will make the momentum so that I'll treat you tonight and everyone will have dinner at Wangjiang Pavilion!"

With Yang Huan's words, the players immediately became excited.

But soon, someone cursed Manchester United and Arsenal in their hearts.

If these two teams hadn't been tormenting and cutting off their wealth, Young Master Huan would have been in a good mood now and would have been rewarded again.

I really want to curse myself.

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In the evening, after finishing the day, Zhang Ning drove her red Mercedes-Benz C63 limited edition and set off from Wangjiang Pavilion. Along the way, he arrived at St. Mary's Stadium under the attention of pedestrians on both sides.

She is now Yang Huan's Minister of Finance, not only Wangjiang Pavilion and WeChat Company, but even all the fiscal expenditures in Southampton are handled by her. With Yang Huan's big-handed way of spending money, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is in and out of hundreds of thousands a day.

Recently, she has another job to organize the assets Yang Huan obtained from John Huntel and others. The most valuable one is undoubtedly the Saint-Hyd yacht still at Poole Shipyard and the Chinese restaurant in Harros, London, which has been temporarily closed and plans to renovate.

After parking the car and entering the office of St. Mary's Stadium, Zhang Ning immediately became the focus of all the men in the entire office.

A well-equipped professional dress with high heels not only fully embodies the temperament of this beautiful beauty, but also makes her seem unattainable and makes her a dream lover in the eyes of countless men.

But everyone knows that she is Yang Huan’s woman, so no one can expect it.

"Ms. Zhang, something is wrong." As soon as I entered the door, opposite the front desk lady saw Zhang Ning and immediately greeted her.

Zhang Ning looked very panicked when she saw her expression, a little dissatisfied, "What's the matter?"

"I just received a call from Mr. Sun, saying that Young Master Huan was beaten!"

"What?" Zhang Ning was so handsome when he heard this.

"Being beaten? Who beaten? How did you beat it? Where?"

She was so surprised that she didn't even know that the bag in her hand had fallen off. She grabbed the front desk lady's arms with both hands.

"Miss Zhang, it hurts..." The front desk lady was shocked. Why did Zhang Ning, who usually looks calm and calm, become so panicked when she heard that Young Master Huan was beaten?

Zhang Ning regained some rationality, but still grabbed her arm, "Tell me quickly, what's going on?"

In the end, she was more like she was asking dissatisfiedly.
To be continued...