Football Giants

Yang Huan pushed open the door of the meeting room on the eighth floor of the Landmark Hotel again, and everyone inside suddenly became quiet. phone-reading

"How? How are you thinking about it?" Yang Huan asked with a smile and walked back to his position.

All the people present are you looking at me and I looking at you, but no one wants to speak.

Even Abramovich, who had always been at odds with Master Huan, remained silent this time.

Everyone can see that the copyright of the Premier League is of little value in China, and it has been declining.

But the problem is that with so many Chinese, so many fans, and such a big market, it is simply a gold mine. It is a pity not to dig!

Even if you don't dig in the Premier League, or reclaim, what about other leagues?

Young Master Huan was willing to take over, that would be ideal!

"Mr. Yang Huan!" Ashley, the chairman of Newcastle, stood up.

"Actually, I am not interested in who the Premier League copyright is sold to. I am only interested in one thing..."

He chuckled directly, the fat on his face trembled, "That's money!"

After a pause, he looked around, "Since you are interested and other companies are also interested, then just follow the rules of the Premier League and shoot secretly. The higher the price!"

Not to mention, Ashley's proposal really got the approval of many people present.

This is a secret shot, as long as both parties are interested in competing, the price will soar every minute.

Besides, the investors behind the company that currently holds the rights to broadcast the Premier League are the backstage of Tiansheng.

In other words, this company has been operating the Premier League copyright in the Chinese market for six years, and it certainly hasn't given up so easily.

The new film company offered 10 million pounds, and the young master Huan offered 15 million pounds. This is completely the rhythm of competition.

Secretly shoot!

Maybe the price soared immediately?

Yang Huan shook his hands and nodded and smiled, "Then don't bother at all. I withdraw my proposal of 15 million pounds a year!"

"I won't buy this Premier League copyright!"

Everyone on the scene suddenly froze, so they retreated?

Ashley stood up even more embarrassed, not knowing how to react.

This Young Master Huan is too willful, right?

When the Premier League copyright is playing?

Just now I said yes, I was so excited to provoke others, but turned my head and said no?

Are you playing with others?

Skudmoore groaned inwardly and looked at Ashley complainingly.

Damn you, it's really not enough, but more than failing?

When you secretly disclosed to the media about the Southampton strike, I haven't even settled this account with you. You are fine now, and you have offended the uncle who came to the door. What do you want?

There were several people present who had the same thoughts as Skudmoore, and they all looked at Ashley in unison, all without good intentions.

Fifteen million pounds a year, although it is insignificant compared to the total copyright revenue of the Premier League, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is meat.

Besides, isn't the copyright of the Premier League also accumulated by these 20 million?

If you really want to give up all the 10-20 million market, how much the Premier League copyright can sell is not certain!

"Master Huan, it's a joke, let's discuss something, right?" Skudmore came out immediately to resolve the embarrassment.

"Yeah, if you have something to say, don't get angry!"

"Young Master Huan is a young man, haha, too anxious, isn't this still being discussed!"

"Yes, yes, I think, the company sold to Master Huan is not bad, reliable!"

"Well, I also think it is 15 million pounds, which is a significant increase from the previous three years."

"I also agree, and Young Master Huan is Chinese. Knowing the Chinese market is good for the promotion and management of the Premier League."

"Everyone has seen the capabilities of the WeChat company, and I don't think it is a problem."

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and the majority of them clearly supported the sale to Yang Huan.

After all, the price offered by the existing copyright owners was only 10 million pounds, while the price offered by Shao-Ye Huan was 15 million pounds. The difference is so obvious that it would be a fool not to sell.

Yang Huan smiled slightly after hearing the voices of everyone.

"Actually, let's not hide it from you, I have already understood that the reason why the Premier League copyright in China has not been able to make a breakthrough is that we have too many short-sighted behaviors."

Everyone at the scene suddenly calmed down and listened intently to what Master Huan said.

"Why is the NBA so popular in China? Because they have spent 20 years operating this market, but what about us? We change every three years. How many companies have we changed now?"

Yang Huan's words made Skudmoore a little embarrassed.

From EPSN to Tiansheng to the current new movie, I don’t know how many copyright disputes have occurred in the middle, and it even stopped broadcasting once.

Thinking about it, it's really a headache.

"The Chinese market is developing by leaps and bounds. In the past, many people said that Chinese people do not like paid programs. I say that is nonsense. On the one hand, it is because the Chinese people have limited spending power, but on the other hand, because the market is not perfect, we did not work hard. To cultivate this market, we only have one thing in mind, making money!"

"Just to be blunt, China has more than one billion people and the largest fan base in the world. Manchester United issued a report this summer that the total number of fans in China is as high as 100 million."

Having said that, Yang Huan looked at David Gill of Manchester United.

The latter nodded solemnly and said: "Indeed, we obtained the data after investigation by an authoritative institution."

Yang Huan actually laughed and cursed disdainfully in his heart, you shit, I am afraid that everyone who knows what Manchester United is, counts as Manchester United fans, right?

If so, how much do our Southampton fans get?

But everyone present was obviously shocked by David Gill's words.

One hundred million fans, needless to say, one out of ten people watching the live broadcast, that is ten million.

Oh, Mega!

Is this crazy?

But Yang Huan quickly poured cold water.

"But now, including Tiansheng and Xinying, they are saying that the English Premier League copyright is at a loss in the Chinese market. Why?"

Facing Yang Huan's questioning, everyone in the meeting room calmed down.

They all began to realize that this is a big gold mine, far beyond their imagination!

"So, my request is very simple, 15 million pounds a year, give me ten years, I will cultivate this market!"

Yang Huan's loud words made the meeting room quiet.

Ten years, very long!

It has only been twenty years since the establishment of the Premier League until now!

Ten years is equivalent to half!

And the current 15 million pounds, and the 15 million pounds ten years later, are two completely different concepts, okay?

The market is getting bigger and bigger, so I won’t say anything, even if it’s inflation, it’s all about making a profit without losing it, okay?

But think about it from another angle. If you don’t sell, Xinying is the only potential buyer. The price is stubbornly at 10 million pounds. Now Yang Huan has risen by 50% in one breath. For an emerging market That said, it's not easy.

Besides, if you don't give others sweets, who is doing nothing to help you develop the market?

It's not too idle!

Thinking of this, there was a lot of discussion in the conference room again, but the wind direction obviously changed.

Daniel Levy, the CEO of Tottenham Hotspur, stood up, "I agree with Master Huan's proposal and sell it!"

"We Manchester City agree too!"

"Manchester United has no opinion!"

"Arsenal have no opinion either!"

As a group of giants and powerhouses expressed their opinions, Skudmoore's breath was relieved.

"Well, let's vote!"

As soon as the voice fell, the swish started to vote by show of hands.

You don't need to look at it to know that all the arms raised are in agreement.

Ashley's face suddenly became ugly.

He felt rejected and slapped in the face!

"Okay, then I will formally announce that from 2013 to 2022, the exclusive broadcast rights of the Premier League in China and Macau for the next ten years will be sold to WeChat!"

With Scudmore's pronouncement, this transaction was settled.

The eyes of everyone present at Yang Huan suddenly became full of admiration.

15 million pounds a year, ten years is 150 million pounds!

I heard that this deal was made by Young Master Huan on a temporary basis. How long has it been since I walked into the meeting room to finalize such a blockbuster transaction contract? How much courage does it take to do it?

After Yang Huan smiled and nodded in thanks, he looked at Ashley again.

"It's a pity, Mr. Ashley, the general trend."

Ashley snorted coldly, the fire in his heart.

This group of guys who got into the eyes of money were actually conquered by a Chinese banknote. Do they have any backbone?

"Oh, forgot to remind you, Mr. Ashley!"

Yang Huan suddenly thought of something and laughed again.

"I heard that you also want to go to China in Newcastle, but I advise you not to go."

"Why?" Ashley is on fire, you even want to take care of my business?

"Does China belong to your family?"

Yang Huan was amused again, "China belongs to the Chinese people, so naturally it is not owned by our family."

"That's good, don't care about our business!" Ashley looked very spine.

Yang Huan was not angry either, "But from now on, as long as the copyright of the Premier League China is still in my hands, as long as Newcastle is still in yours, you don’t expect Newcastle to emerge. This is me, Yang Huan, today , Here, a ban on you!"

Speaking of the last, Young Master Huan's face was already murderous.

I'm kidding, you shit, I didn't provoke you, you've been away for eight lifetimes, and you have provoke me in turn?

If you don't give you some color, do you think I'm a bully?

Everyone present felt the tension between the two of them.

Ashley stood up and looked at Yang Huan in disbelief. He was angry but also scared.

He did not expect that Yang Huan, a young man who always seemed very kind, would actually place such a ban on him in front of him, which made him feel humiliated and angry.

But at the same time, he was also a little scared in his heart.

With Yang Huan's strength and influence, there are too many ways to deal with him.

Especially when Ashley looked around as if begging for help, only to find that after Yang Huan left the meeting, everyone in the Premier League embraced him one by one, instead leaving himself alone.

In this case, whoever wins is already a judgement.

Ashley has only now discovered how to be proud of himself on weekdays, but it turns out that his popularity within the Premier League is so bad.

There is not even a comrade in arms!

Oh no, there is one more, Abramovich of Chelsea!

At this moment, the Russian, whom he hated so much, turned out to be inexplicably cute!

He almost rushed to hug him for a while!

But who would have thought that after everyone had left, Abramovich also stood up and sneered at him.

In that sneer, how bitter and mean it was revealed.

Is this still Abramovich, who usually claims to be a gentleman?

"Oh, it's good to be blocked, who can't let you control your own stinky mouth?"

"Ha~www.readwn.com~ Although I usually hate Yang Huan, but today, I have to say that he did a great job!"

After speaking, Abramovich sneered and went out.

Ashley was furious, staring at Abramovich's back, gritted his teeth with hatred.

He hates Yang Huan, but he is even more cruel to this ruined Russian!

Soon, Ashley took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Hey, Alan, I, we must win the game against Southampton tomorrow night!"

"No, I don't want to try my best, I want you to win!"

"If you lose, you **** **** me, if you hear it, you **** lose!"

Standing outside the conference room, the waiters at the Landmark Hotel could clearly hear the roar from the conference room.

In that roar, there was a terrible rage and a deep powerlessness. ()