Football Giants

　　 "Hey, you brat, do you talk to dad like this?"

　　 Yang Wenfeng turned around slightly, leaving only one side for everyone in the meeting room, pretending to be his son.

　　 Many people in the conference room were laughing in private. Who didn’t know that our awe-inspiring and powerful gesture could make tens of thousands of people unemployed collectively, but he couldn’t control his precious son.

Yang Huan on the phone yawned, "I won’t say more, you disturbed me to sleep, pay 100 million yuan, remember to transfer it, and now I’ll give you one minute. If you have anything to do, please hurry up. sleeping."

　　 "You brat, 100 million? Are you blackmailing?"

　　 "There are still fifty seconds left." Yang Huan said with a yawn.

　　 "I..." Yang Wenfeng is really gone, well, sleep is more important than Laozi, you bull!

　　 "I called you just to ask, can I introduce your WeChat to China?"

"Introducing domestically?" Yang Huan heard it, and he was energetic, he had already made this plan, so the studio is developing the Chinese version, not only the Chinese version, but also the Japanese version, Korean version, and others language version.

　　 "It's not that I hit you, dad, just those people in your company, who can't play this kind of high technology."

　　 "I..." If Yang Huan is standing in front of him now, Yang Wenfeng swears that he will smash his head. Have you ever seen his son bury his father like this?

　　 But Yang Huan changed his words, "However, if you are really interested, I can consider cooperating with you. I will come out, and you will be responsible for the others. I own 60% of the company's shares and you account for 40%."

　　 "Damn, you are cheating!" Yang Wenfeng couldn't help it. "You only have a few people out, and I do everything else. Why do you account for 60% and I account for 40%?"

　　 "If you want it, don't let it go. If you want to enter this high-tech industry, you must have this kind of Internet thinking. Do you know what Internet thinking is?"

　　 Yang Wenfeng was speechless, he really didn't understand.

　　 "I know you don't understand, let me tell you that one of the most important concepts of Internet thinking is that talent is the most important thing. What's the matter with you if you have money? If you have the ability, you can try it out on WeChat!"

"Also, don’t think that’s it. If you want to import the Chinese version of my WeChat, OK, and give another 200 million, I promise to start operating in China in one week. As for the server, the company’s operating funds, etc., all You are responsible."

　　 Yang Wenfeng is a little bit at a loss. He really doesn't understand how to use the Internet.

　　 But after another thought, isn’t your own money the money of this stinky boy?

　　 Seeing that he spends so much money in the UK, it does not seem to be worthless.

　　 "Okay, 200 million, you develop a Chinese version." Yang Wenfeng immediately decided, "I will take care of the domestic affairs."

　　 "Hey, dad, don't worry, I have almost prepared the Chinese version here. I will arrange for a few people to go back to China. You help to form a company, and I will be responsible for the management. You wait to count the money."

　　 "Really so confident?" Yang Wenfeng was also happy, two or three billion for him, really did not take it seriously.

"I will tell you secretly. I will have another press conference in a few days. The focus is to enter the South American market. Then we will launch a game. If it works well, you can just sit at home and divide the spoils. !"

　　 "Split the spoils?" Yang Wenfeng couldn't laugh or cry. "You stinky boy, it means that our father and son are like robbers and robbers."

　　 "One reason, one reason, robbers and robbers steal money when others don't want to, but we let others give us money willingly, do you think it's a reason?" Yang Huan laughed sophistically.

　　 Yang Wenfeng is gone, "Forget it, anyway, you make sense anyway, just do whatever you want, and I will do my best to cooperate."

　　 After hanging up the phone, Yang Wenfeng tore off his helplessness when facing his son, displayed the majesty of the Yang Group's target, and talked to all the executives about the unequal treaty he had just signed with his son.

　　 Of course, he blew this unequal treaty to a very high-end atmosphere.

　　 At the end, he emphasized again, "For this company, we must do our best to cooperate!"

At the Grand Harbour Hotel in Southampton, England, Yang Huan yawned, jumped out of bed, ran to the opposite bed, got into the bed, and hugged Zhang Ning from behind, sniffing her fragrance. , Close your eyes.

　　 "My dad is too good to cheat. Fortunately, I am his son. Otherwise, I don't know if I was cheated out of the family property."

　　 Zhang Ning was actually pretending to be asleep, and couldn't help but laugh.

　　 She listened to the phone call between Yang Huan and her father from beginning to end, and she really felt that this pair of father and son was too good.

　　 "Hum!" Zhang Ning's body trembled.

　　 It turned out that Yang Huan put his hands in from the hem of her pajamas, firmly grasped the two towering **** in front of her chest, and kneaded it wanton.

　　The matte and soft touch made him feel a little bit uncontrollable. It gave birth to a man's normal reaction, which happened to be on her plump buttocks, making her stiff and afraid to move.

　　 "In order to punish you, you dare to laugh at me. I decided to sleep like this tonight, good night!"

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　　 In the morning, when Yang Huan walked out of the hotel room, Zhang Ning, who hadn't slept all night, fell asleep in peace.

　　 Out of the room, Yang Huan went directly to the hotel’s sea-view balcony.

　　 At this time, a hotel waiter delivered a hearty breakfast and several newspapers.

　　 Yang Huan faced the beautiful scenery of the Test River in the distance, eating breakfast and reading the newspaper, but he was not in a good mood.

　　 Last night, Southampton set out for London, but lost to Milton 0:1 away.

　　 The predecessor of this team was the mad gang Wimbledon. After moving to Milton, they have been staying in the lower leagues.

　　Because Ibrahimovic has just joined, Bielsa temporarily hides the Swedish center. The attacking combination of James Rodriguez, Lambert, Chamberlain and Adam Lallana is still on the frontcourt.

　　 This time in the backcourt, he gave up the veteran Jose Wundt and boldly used the French teenager Varane to partner Benatia. On the left, he also gave up Daniel Harding and chose David Alaba.

　　 Southampton continued the previous crazy attack tactics, still pressing Milton, but this time it was a pass error by goalkeeper Kevin Davis, which caused Varane to stop the ball and lose the ball.

　　 So, this morning, almost most newspapers were worried about Southampton's current predicament. Some even believed that the money burn in Southampton's transfer market this summer did not improve the overall strength of the team.

　　 Southern Echo’s reporter Charlene Laherit wrote an article in support of Southampton.

"In the past three games, Southampton has played amazing offensive football. Each game has a possession rate of more than 60%. This is quite an amazing thing, and the only thing they lack is one Goals."

"If fans who have watched all three games can definitely feel that this team is taking shape, and its performance is becoming more and more integrated. At least the team's passing and receiving will be much better than in the first game. ."

"We have every reason to believe that with Bielsa's tactical ideas being instilled into the minds of every player on the team, with the addition of the top center Ibrahimovic, Southampton will soon usher in an explosion. "

　　 Yang Huan couldn't help but smile when he saw this.

　　 "This little nizi is righteous, it's not worth my love for you."

　　 Thinking of this, Yang Huan picked up the phone and called directly.

　　 "What are you doing?" Yang Huan didn't say who he was.

　　 "I'm changing clothes..." Charlene Laheri answered on the phone.

　　 Yang Huan heard it, and an exquisite body immediately appeared in his mind. Thirty-six D, how old is my God? Can one palm hold it?

　　 Charlene? Laheri also noticed that he had made a mistake, "What the **** is wrong with you?"

Yang Huan laughed happily, "It's okay, I just think that your report is quite to my taste, so I want to invite you, and I will hold another press conference in a few days. You can follow the report throughout. "

　　 "Really?" Charlene Laheri was a little surprised, "Who?"

　　 "Neymar!"

　　 "Neymar? Which Neymar?" Charlene Laheri lost her voice.

　　 Yang Huan patted his forehead, why was this Nizi shocked, "Please, how many Neymars are there in the world?"

　　 Isn’t that the introduction of a Neymar?

　　 Need to be surprised like this?

　　 "Chelsea failed to introduce, Neymar from Santos?"

　　 "Nonsense!"

　　 Charlene? As soon as Laherit heard it, his panting became heavier, a little excited.

Although Neymar is not as dazzling as Ibrahimovic, this demon star is regarded as the hope of Brazilian football in the next ten years. It is favored by countless giants and is eager to introduce him. Chelsea is crazy to pursue him this summer. But Santos rejected Chelsea's offer.

　　 Could it be that Southampton smashed Neymar over with money?

　　 That's terrible, it was aimed at Chelsea's failed introduction. Southampton's signing is to shock the entire English football scene!

　　 And Neymar partnered with Ibrahimovic, this is simply the forward configuration of the giants!

　　It's okay not to think about it, Charlene Laheri is a little dizzy.

　　 "Do you want to?" Yang Huan waited impatiently.

　　 "Yes, why not!"

　　 Yang Huan gave a hum, suddenly remembered something, and smiled and asked: "By the way, you are changing clothes. Can you take a picture in the mirror and show me how old is 36D?"

　　 "Go away, you big scumbag!" After that, Charlene Laheri hung up the phone.

　　 Ever since he knew his measurements, he always used the 36D as an example. This guy is too cheeky.

　　 But think about it, being so molested by a man, not only is she not angry, but rather shy, she feels a little strange in her heart.

　　 After Yang Huan hung up the phone, he was still smiling. Originally, he was in a bad mood because of the team's loss, and he got better.

　　 Only then did I remember the Swedish fan named Andres Ihaen who had arrived yesterday. He seems to also be living in the Grand Harbour Hotel. This was arranged by Yang Huan himself.

　　 "Hey, fifth, go, call your Swedes named Andres Ihaan, and while I am in a good mood, see you." Yang Huan called Long Wu.

　　 A few minutes later ~www.NovelMTL.com~Long Wu looked tired and his hair was fluffy. It was obvious that Andres Ihaen, who was pulled up from the bed, came to the balcony with sea view.

　　 When Yang Huan saw him, he found it pleasing to the eye, so he pointed to the other side. The waiter had already served an extra breakfast.

　　 "Come, please sit down."

　　 Andres Ihaan looked at Yang Huan dumbfounded. He had imagined a lot about the founder of WeChat, but he swears that he never thought that the founder of WeChat would be so young.

　　 Even so young that he really wants to ask, handsome guy, are you an adult?

　　 "I heard you want to see me?" Yang Huan smiled and looked at the man in front of him.

　　 has the tall figure of the people of the Nordic region, but it does not look burly, a little thin, and gentle.

　　 "Yes, I am the top-notch CTO, and I am responsible for building the technology of the service backend."

　　 "The sound broke the sky?" Yang Huan thought for a while, not knowing the company.

　　 I used my mobile phone to check the company’s origin.

　　 It’s no wonder that although Shengbotian is well-known in the world, there is not much business in China.

　　 "After I read your WeChat design, I am very eager to have a good chat with you. I hope I can gain something from it, because I also have a very interesting idea."

　　 "Oh?" Yang Huan was also a little interested after listening, "Let's talk and listen."

　　 The idea of ​​allowing someone to fly to Southampton from Stockholm, Sweden, is a bit interesting.