In the London high-end circle, many people are saying that the Landmark Hotel is now Wang Xiaoer’s New Year, and it is getting worse every year.

I forgot when it started, and known as the most popular afternoon tea paradise in London, the Landmark Hotel gradually lost the favor of the London upper class and gradually became mediocre.

Many meetings and rallies originally scheduled to be held at the Landmark Hotel have gradually changed their locations.

At least two-thirds of them were transferred to Southampton.

Because it is close enough to get out of the noisy London, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the Sorent Strait on the Tester River and the Ichin River, which is really refreshing.

Even if it’s afternoon tea, you can eat at least one more portion.

For this group of upper-class people, it is really not too close to one hour's drive.

Perhaps because there are fewer and fewer meetings, the Premier League Presidents' Summit, which was not valued very much, has been increasingly valued by the Landmark Hotel, and even slogans were posted at the gate, and everyone passing by the hotel gate could see clearly.

This also made Yang Huan a little embarrassed.

There is no way, these days, you can’t be more low-key!

"Welcome, Master Huan!"

As soon as the car arrived, the lobby manager walked over quickly and took the initiative to open the car door. Before his face was revealed, the greetings came.

Yang Huan got out of the car with a smile, looked at the old acquaintance, and smiled slightly, "Why are you so free today?"

"Uh..." The other party was obviously stunned.

That's right, he was a busy man in the past, so how could he do such a thing?

But there is no way, who made the hotel business worse now?

The top was pressed down, and the quality of the service was improved, allowing all customers to have a super VIP footsteps.

With the layoffs, he, as the lobby manager, could only drive the ducks to put them on the shelves and come by himself.

When he saw Young Master Huan, his mood was really complicated.

Because if Master Huan hadn't poached the chef of the hotel, the Landmark Hotel's afternoon tea is still the best in the UK. Why would it have fallen to this point?

However, he had talked to several poached chefs before and found that they were treated much better at the Southampton Undersea Hotel than when they were in London. Young Master Huan even encouraged and supported them to develop and research new dishes.

It is precisely because he heard these from his former colleagues that his mood was so complicated when he saw Master Huan.

"By the way, are everyone else coming?" Yang Huan did not make things difficult for this old acquaintance.

After all, the Randmark Hotel is one of the top hotels in London, England. The lobby manager is definitely a great man among his fellow travelers. In addition, after years of contact, he is quite keen on Yang Huan's taste.

This is how Young Master Huan is. He will not make things difficult for anyone he sees.

"Everything is here." The lobby manager glanced at Master Huan again, as if saying, "Master, you are the last one to arrive."

Young Master Huan laughed at him with peace of mind.

Isn't this normal?

Usually the protagonists will come out the finale.

Besides, the time for the scheduled meeting has not yet come.

Without saying anything, Yang Huan walked into the hotel lobby with a smile. Seeing the lobby manager following him respectfully, Yang Huan suddenly stopped and slapped the lobby manager on the shoulder.

"Our undersea hotel still lacks a lobby manager recently. Are you interested?"

"Ah?" The lobby manager was shocked and immediately looked around in panic, fearing that someone would hear him.

The Landmark Hotel is now at a sensitive time. If the news of being poached will be spread, I will definitely be done.

Also, is this young master serious?

Seeing the lobby manager's inquiring eyes, Yang Huan really felt it was difficult to deal with. Do I have the words "untrustworthy" written on my face?

Why do I always feel suspicious whenever I speak very seriously?

No way, Young Master Huan could only nodded heavily, "If you are interested, please handle the matter in London and come to Southampton to find me!" After that, he continued to walk forward.

Do you believe it or not? Anyway, I said it, it is your loss if you miss it!

The lobby manager was left standing there alone, full of confusion.

Mr. Huan had just walked out of the lobby and entered the courtyard of afternoon tea, and a person suddenly rushed out next to him.

"Hehe, I said, Master Huan, why are you whispering to that old man? What's going on?"

Yang Huan doesn’t have to look back, just by listening to the sound, who is not Hamad?

But how can you be so sarcastic?

Is it necessary to say that it is so gay?

"Haha, I didn't expect that there were so many beautiful women beside Mr. Huan. This was not satisfied, and even the old man would not let him go!"

After saying that, Hamad turned around and tsk twice.

"No wonder, although I am a little older, I still have charm and elegant demeanor."

Yang Huan couldn't stand it now, so he turned around and kicked it directly, "I, Feng Ni, you, old wood!"

But Hamad really knows Master Huan so well that he has jumped away long ago, haha, laughing.

"Get over here!" Yang Huan pointed at him viciously, "I promise not to beat you to death!"

"Haha, Master Huan, do you think I'm that stupid?"

Yang Huan raised his eyebrows and flirted at Long Wu beside him. Long Wu immediately clamped his hands together, and there was a sound of slapping and slapping.

Hamad suddenly withered, and his whole body was like a defeated rooster, lowering his head and walking over.

"Okay, Master Huan, please be gentle, and don't slap the face. I've been playing with a little star recently, so I can't make it if I slap the face!"

Yang Huan almost fainted. Is this guy still the rustic little prince of the Middle East back then?

My mother is hippie, she is just a loach!

Needless to say, it must be the whole guy who unbuttoned the three buttons and he learned to be a prodigal son.

Really, I was so simple that I was actually led to the destruction!

After saying that, Young Master Huan looked very disappointed, sad, sad, and heartbroken. He turned around and walked towards the elevator, and did not forget to sigh.

Hamad immediately knew that he had escaped, and immediately laughed and chased after him.

Long Wu looked at his fists and sighed, "I'm going to hit him, why don't he hit him again?"

If I never had a chance to take action, my fists were rusted.

After entering the elevator, pressing the eighth floor, and once the door is closed, it will be an independent world.

"Master Huan, this time I heard that there is a major reform, what do you plan to do?" Hamad also took off his hippie smile and became serious.

Yang Huan had long been accustomed to his face-changing skills, and said angrily, "How to do what?"

"My dad asked me to follow you, but we have to communicate first, how should we deal with it?"

Yang Huan laughed as soon as he heard this, "Wait a minute? Do you still have to deal with it?"

Hamad was depressed. I at least represent Tottenham Hotspur. Do you think so?

Can you give me some face?

"Anyway, please relax. This matter has nothing to do with you and me."

"Why?" Hamad couldn't understand at all.

The day before yesterday, Premier League CEO Richard Scudmore went to talk about these things with Daniel Levi, which was very serious. Mubarak also called him, and it also seemed like he was dying of his father.

Why does Young Master Huan seem to care at all?

"No reason." Yang Huan smiled slightly, and the elevator slapped him. Young Master Huan slapped Hamad on the shoulder. The guy grinned his teeth and then smiled with satisfaction.

"Who are you afraid of? The generals come to block the water and cover up the soil. Anyway, professional football is just about capital. Your family has no other money, right? As long as it is a problem that money can solve, do you think it is a problem?"

After saying that, Young Master Huan took the lead in getting out of the elevator.

Hamad stayed alone in the elevator, his mind full of confusion.

What does this mean?

It seems to make sense, but it seems to say nothing.

Seeing the elevator door in front of him close, Hamad was startled and quickly pressed the door open, then rushed out quickly.

"Master Huan!"

"Hello, Mr. Huan!"

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Master Huan!"

"The style is still the same, Master Huan!"

As soon as Yang Huan walked into the conference hall, he was immediately warmly welcomed by almost everyone in the audience.

Chelsea boss Abramovich, who was sitting not far from the entrance, muttered sourly, "Isn't it just that he played well in the European war? He even showed it so well! Who should I show it to?"

But Young Master Huan usually ignores him directly, so who made them originally enemies?
To be continued...