Football Giants

　　 When a local tyrant Jin Lagonda conqueror quickly drove from Marylebone Road to the gate of the Randmark Hotel, the salutes standing on both sides of the gate immediately ran forward.

　　 "Welcome to Landmark, sir!"

　　 Two salute soldiers, one on the left and the other on the right, ran over to help the guests open the car door.

　　 Another one quickly ran to the driver's seat and waited for Long Wu to get off the car, obviously to help drive to the parking lot.

　　Long Wu has been following Yang Huan for a long time, knowing the rules, and after getting off the car, he squeezed a pound.

　　 The soldier knew how much it was without having to look at it, and immediately said thank you ecstatically.

After 　　, the car door and the salutes who helped open the hotel door all had tips.

　　 Yang Huan and Peter Kenyon walked into the hotel lobby unobstructed.

　　 "Dear Sir, is there anything I can do for help?" A middle-aged male waiter in suit and leather shoes greeted him with a professional and kind smile on his face.

　　 "Ah, it turned out to be Mr. Kenyon!"

　　 Peter Kenyon represents Manchester United and Chelsea, often attends Premier League presidential summits, and often stays at the Landmark Hotel.

　　 "This is my boss, Mr. Yang Huan!" Peter Kenyon introduced with a smile.

　　The waiter immediately looked awe-inspiring, "Hello, respectable Mr. Yang Huan, welcome to Landmark!"

　　 He seemed to have guessed the intention of Yang Huan and Peter Kenyon, and immediately stretched out his hand and pointed forward.

　　 "Two people, please here!"

　　 Yang Huan felt from the beginning to the end that this butler-style waiter looked very respectful and had a very good attitude, but it was a bit fake, a bit too professional, and even deliberate.

　　 But I can’t help it. I can’t ask the waiters in the hotel to be as caring as the close-kids in my own house, right?

　　 The lobby of the hotel is very British, the Victorian architecture style, the dome-shaped ceiling is very high, the giant chandeliers, exquisite murals and oil paintings make people stroll in it and deeply feel the flavor of the British aristocracy.

　　 can pass through the lobby, but it suddenly opens up.

　　 Behind the lobby is a tall and open atrium.

　　 The atrium is divided into several dining areas. At this time, it is the afternoon tea time. Many gentlemen and ladies are sitting in it, enjoying their afternoon tea quietly.

　　 The whole scene makes people feel warm and comfortable.

　　 "Are they all here?" Yang Huan asked casually.

　　 The waiter is also clever, and he understands when he hears it, "There are still a few missing!"

　　 Every three months, the Premier League presidential summit will be held here, which is also an honor of the Landmark Hotel.

　　 Therefore, the hotel also attaches great importance to it. Even on the eighth floor of the top floor, there is a round table meeting room dedicated to them for meetings.

　　 "Then let's enjoy afternoon tea here first!" Yang Huan walked into the atrium with a smile.

　　 "Okay, please come here!"

　　 The waiter was really professional, and quickly led them to an empty dining area, very quiet.

　　 Yang Huan, Peter Kenyon, and Long Wu casually ordered an afternoon tea and sat in their seats to watch.

The undersea hotel in Southampton is a project that Yang Huan attaches great importance to, so in the past period of time, whenever he went to a place, he would definitely want to stay in the best local hotel, and even occasionally jot down some experience and experience. Feeling.

　　 "The Landmark Hotel was formerly the Grand Central Station Hotel. It has been a Victorian railway hotel for more than a hundred years." Peter Kenyon knew that Master Huan was interested in the hotel and immediately introduced it with a smile.

　　 Sit down anyway, always looking for something to talk about.

"Later, the hotel re-invited the well-known architect who has always been famous for the Gothic Revival architectural style, Robert William Addis, to design it. It almost perfectly retains the Victorian style and highlights the Victorian style. Prosperity and style."

　　 Yang Huan couldn't help nodding.

　　 He is quite knowledgeable now, but when he walked into this hotel just now, he was still surprised.

　　 This is the case in the lobby and the atrium.

　　 The layout and design of the entire hotel is indeed quite amazing.

　　 While Yang Huan and Peter Kenyon were enjoying a peaceful afternoon tea, two people walked in outside the hotel lobby.

　　 is headed by a middle-aged British man who is about fifty years old. He is not tall, but with a round face. The most impressive thing is the abrupt double chin, which is definitely remembered at first glance.

　　 I don’t look fat to that extent, how can there be such an amazing double chin?

　　 Next to this middle-aged man is an old man in his sixties. What's interesting is that both of them are of similar body shape, both are not tall and slightly fat, and the old man's double chin is equally obvious.

　　 is really suspicious, these two people are not father and son, right?

　　 "That's the boss of Newcastle, Mike Ashley, and his club director Derek Rambias."

　　 Peter Kenyon sat opposite Yang Huan, pointed at the two people at the entrance, and introduced.

　　 Yang Huan said, it turns out that it’s not father and son, what a pity!

　　 But when I think about it, it feels funny again, how come two people look like this?

　　 "Mike Ashley is a local rich man in the UK. He is on the rich list. He is worth up to two billion pounds. He started in the retail industry."

　　 Yang Huan nodded, and thought to himself, fortunately, I brought Peter Kenyon, otherwise I would be depressed.

　　 But Ashley’s thing, he knows it.

　　 When he came to England and wanted to acquire the team, Kesh Harris mentioned Newcastle.

　　 Ashley acquired Newcastle from the original chairman Shepard in 2007.

　　 After the acquisition, I found out, you shit, Newcastle has a big bad debt, and Shepard didn't tell him.

　　Alright, I was taken advantage of!

　　 But Ashley is also very personal, so he scolded him directly and vowed to sell Newcastle.

　　 This angered Newcastle fans.

　　 Damn, the new chairman just bought the team, and in a blink of an eye he said that he would sell it, what do you mean?

　　 In addition, because Ashley refused to pay for the transfer, he angered Keegan, the head coach at the time, and Keegan left in anger.

　　 And Ashley’s life is not easy, if you offend the fans, the team can’t sell.

　　If you stand in his position, the asking price is really not excessive, because he is based on the purchase price, plus the debt repayment, and finally comes up with a slightly higher price, but it costs more than 300 million pounds.

　　 But this price scared off all potential buyers, especially as the financial crisis hit, Newcastle was rotten in his hands.

　　 But this guy's character is also a bit interesting, he shouts every year to sell, no matter how your fans scold, he does just that.

　　 Not only did he say that, he did it.

　　 I’m afraid no one has seen it before. Which club’s boss directly posted the selling notice on the official website, right?

　　 He did it!

　　 And he was so noisy that in the end Newcastle was demoted.

　　 So, some people say that he is the most **** boss in the Premier League!

　　 But in the past two years, Newcastle has gained a firm foothold in the Premier League after returning to the Premier League. Last season, it reached fifth in the Premier League. Newcastle seems to be showing signs of a full recovery.

　　 Like everyone who walked into the atrium of the hotel, Mike Ashley stood at the entrance, looking around.

　　Rao is Yang Huan sitting in the corner very low-key, but the fat man with sharp eyes still pays attention to him.

　　 Not only that, he also walked up with a smile.

　　 "Hello, Mr. Yang Huan!" Mike Ashley smiled and stretched out his hand.

　　 "Hello, Mr. Ashley!" Yang Huan smiled politely and shook hands with him.

　　 But I was wondering in my heart, why are you looking for me?

　　 We are not familiar again!

　　 "I heard that Mr. Yang Huan has had a hard time recently!" Ashley smiled otherwise.

　　 Yang Huan pretended to be silly, "Is there? Why don't I know?"

　　 "It may be that you don't know your current situation! No" At this point, Ashley pointed to Peter Kenyon.

　　 "You should ask Peter, he will know better than you!"

　　 Peter Kenyon smiled faintly, "Mr. Ashley was joking!"

　　 "Is it a joke, I will know soon!" The fat man laughed.

　　 "However, I still have to remind Mr. Yang Huan that although the Premier League has 20 teams, there are more and more foreign bosses, but many things are left to the local small circle!"

　　What do you mean?

　　 Yang Huan is a little depressed!

　　 Damn you, when you got fifth last season, you really think you can inherit the status and influence of Newcastle in the Premier League?

　　 You don’t count it with your fingers, you’re a fart in Newcastle now!

　　 "This is a kind reminder, Mr. Yang Huan, after all, I have to thank you!"

　　 Yang Huan saw that he made it clear that he was coming to put pressure on himself, and he immediately smiled.

　　 "Don't be so polite, Mr. Ashley, we Chinese are always very helpful!"

　　 Ashley's face suddenly stiffened, this girl, his face is too thick, right?

　　 You are kind, understand?

　　 "Remember Alan? Padu?"

　　 Of course Yang Huan remembers. Not only did he remember, but he also knew that Alan Padu is now the head coach of Newcastle.

　　 After being banned for a year, this guy came back again. I don’t know what luck he had. He turned out to become the head coach of Newcastle in the Premier League. He also led Newcastle to a firm foothold in the Premier League. Last season, he was fifth in the league.

　　 This is a big fame!

　　 seems to have the potential to become a local famous coach in the Premier League!

　　 "Alan? Padu..." Yang Huan tutted a few times, as if he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

　　 Mike Ashley was depressed, you don’t even remember Alan Paddue, then how can I continue to pretend?

　　Is there any trouble you do?

　　 Can't you cooperate a little bit?

　　 You let me pretend to die?

　　 "It's the Southampton coach you fired at the beginning!" Ashley reminded him angrily.

　　 "Oh!" Yang Huan had a sudden realization.

　　 "You said that waste wood? I remember, what happened to him?"

　　 Ashley immediately wanted to talk, but Yang Huan took it first.

"I thought at the beginning that this guy has nothing to do, he is just a fool. Only a fool and idiot boss will let this kind of person coach the team. I believe that the entire European football world should not have such a stupid pen. ?"

　　 Mike Ashley has a fat face, and the expression doesn't know how rich it is.

　　 He almost started spraying on the spot~www.readwn.com~ I am the fool and idiot boss in your mouth!

　　 But by the way, he can't say that!

　　 can't help but confess, right?

　　 "Ahem!" Peter Kenyon stood solemnly by the side, coughed twice, and pretended to remind him in a low voice.

　　 "Master Huan, Alan Padu is now the head coach of Newcastle!"

　　 Yang Huan was shocked, "Oh, no, no, I was wrong just now, sorry, Mr. Ashley, I didn't mean it!"

　　 Didn't you mean it?

　　 If you **** didn't mean it, I'll call you grandpa!

"Actually, Alan Padu is a very high-level head coach. I am very optimistic about him. I think he is likely to become the best head coach in the UK after Ferguson. I believe that he will be able to make Newcastle I am optimistic about him when he becomes a giant team!"

　　 But this admiration was heard by Mike Ashley, but it was extremely harsh.

　　 Are you optimistic about him?

　　 If you were optimistic about him, would you be fired at the beginning?

　　Okay, are you fooling me?

　　 Hmph, let's go and see

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