Football Giants

"A Huan, sit here and have a cup of tea for the elderly."

Elder Zhuang sits in the antique study, on the sandalwood tea tray in front of him, the teacup is faintly scented with white smoke, with a light tea fragrance, not heavy, but refreshing. He knows that this tea is definitely not bad.

Yang Huan and Zhuang Mingyang both sat in a few next to each other, each reaching out to take a cup from the tea tray.

Take a sip, sweet and mellow, with endless aftertaste, praise!

"How is it? My old man tea, is it okay?" Elder Zhuang asked with a smile.

"Grandpa Zhuang, how do I know how to taste tea?" Yang Huan smiled modestly at first, "However, even people like me who don't know tea drink it and feel good. That must be wonderful."

As soon as the old man Zhuang heard it, he burst into laughter. This kid is this cunning, clever and likable.

Zhuang Mingyang shook his head secretly from the sidelines, his son-in-law's flattering skills have really reached the limit.

"Actually, the tea you sent here was excellent last time, but I can't buy this tea at all!"

Yang Huan knows that Mr. Zhuang likes to drink tea, and his own Tingyuxuan also sells tea, so he specially asked the characters to make a good tea and sent it to Mr. Zhuang to taste it, but compared with tea, it is still inferior. .

"A Huan, I have taken your blessing. I don't know how many times I told my father before, but he refused to share it. This time I can take a sip and I will be satisfied!" Zhuang Mingyang sighed. Said.

If you dare to love your own son, it's better than that baby grandson-in-law.

Yang Huan was a little puzzled as she listened, "Grandpa Zhuang, who gave this tea so precious and precious?"

When he asked these words, both Elder Zhuang and Zhuang Mingyang were silent.

On the contrary, it was Yang Huan. After seeing the expressions of the two of them, he had already guessed a little bit, and he also understood that he shouldn't ask like that. It was too stupid. Don't expect answers to many things.

It is certainly not a mortal who can take this tea out as a gift.

Seeing Yang Huan figured it out, Elder Zhuang didn't say much anymore, he smiled, and poured them another glass.

Yang Huan poured it out. He didn't really have much interest in tea, but Zhuang Mingyang was different. Every cup was as precious as a treasure, and it felt like drinking fairy brew, slowly, with small mouthfuls.

On the other hand, Yang Huan, every cup he took, was at most a product with makeup, and then drank it all in one go.

But Young Master Huan’s move, in the eyes of Mr. Zhuang and Mingyang Zhuang, was completely violent!

"This tea, it's a pity for you to drink!" The old man Zhuang felt distressed when he saw Master Huan drinking a cup. One~www.wuxiaspot.com~See w?·1?

Yang Huan didn't know anything about it. He really didn't know how to taste tea, so what could he do?

But none of the people present were stingy people, so the topic quickly shifted from material desires to other things.

"This time you did a good job in Southampton. He has a very high evaluation of you." Senior Zhuang said suddenly.

Yang Huan was stunned, and immediately reacted. The old man said that he should be big.

I've heard people say that he has a very close relationship with the old man. Since he appointed his old man to take over the military department, he can see the close relationship between him and the dealer.

"You are now back in China to acquire Jingcheng Guoen. There is also strong support from above. You think there should be a professional club to set an example for other teams in China. The football industry can't mess around. You need someone who understands football and the market. Someone will do it."

Yang Huan agrees with this, and it should be.

"He saw your results in the UK and was very satisfied. Hearing that you decided to come back, he said at an internal high-level meeting that he should welcome more talents like you to return."

Yang Huan suddenly realized that when he heard this, it is no wonder that the domestic movement has been so loud recently.

If you want to say that you are influential and well-known, you must have never run, but it is not so outrageous.

Almost the whole country is now discussing the matter of returning to China and acquiring Jingcheng Guoen as a major event, as if he is about to become a Chinese football savior.

Even if Yang Huan is narcissistic, he doesn't think he has such an influence.

Therefore, he has finally solved a mystery in the past.

When Zhuang Mingyang heard this, he suddenly said: "A Huan, when you were in the UK before, did you say that the Chinese team burned enough money?"

"Well, what's the matter?" Yang Huan said calmly, as he really thought in his heart.

Zhuang Mingyang smiled bitterly, his son-in-law is good at everything, just showing off his sharp edge.

"He took your words out and said, thinking that the other teams in China are not courageous enough, so now everyone is staring at you, wanting to see what tricks you can play, if you bring in the stars Not enough level..."

"No?" Yang Huan suddenly felt his head was big, didn't he push himself into the fire?

"Now you know how to complain, right?" Zhuang Mingyang laughed. It's not a big deal, so it doesn't hurt to make a joke. "He also asked me to ask you how much you plan to burn this time? Which superstars are you going to introduce? A bottom?"

"Isn't it?" Yang Huan was a little dumbfounded. He didn't realize that he still had this gossip spirit?

Elder Zhuang and Zhuang Mingyang laughed suddenly when they saw Yang Huan's surprised expression. A book? 1?

"He is also a human being, and he likes football. Now the football industry is related to the transformation of the domestic economy, and you are the benchmark he set up personally, so naturally he pays more attention."

Zhuang Mingyang casually explained, "Also, he said, if the time and circumstances permit, he will consider you to watch the ball at home and cheer for you."

"Really?" Yang Huan was overjoyed after hearing this.

But Elder Zhuang coughed twice, as if to remind Yang Huan something.

This Young Master Huan was not an idiot, he immediately understood when he heard the old man's reminder.

Today’s fans of the Beijing Guoen team do not have a good image in China, and many people even think that Guoen has gotten where he is today through the unique advantages of the city.

If you really plan to go to the scene to watch the game, in any case, it will definitely deepen this misunderstanding of the Guoen team.

But who is Master Huan?

"Grandpa Zhuang, there is a saying that we still need to be hard in ironing. As long as we are strong enough, manage well enough, and achieve high grades, what others think, think, and say will not affect us. As long as we believe this is Yes, that's all right, right?"

When he said this, Young Master Huan was serious, even a little righteous.

Elder Zhuang and Zhuang Mingyang looked at each other, and they were all a little surprised.

This kid, these words are kind of like that.

"Uncle Zhuang, your reply is great. After one season, he is welcome to participate in our last home championship celebration!"

Zhuang Mingyang was taken aback for a moment. Is this a bit too much?

Or does he have such confidence?

But Elder Zhuang's eyes flashed, and he screamed ok.

Mr. Zhuang knows what kind of character he is, and Mr. Zhuang also knows what character he likes.

It's no wonder that Yang Huan's current performance is so important to him.

"Famous, what did A Huan say, just tell you the truth!"

"Oh." Zhuang Mingyang agreed.

The old man is already talking, and that must not be wrong.

"The signing of..." Zhuang Mingyang looked at Yang Huan again.

Unexpectedly, this kid laughed, "Let you pay more attention to the news, I promise, everyone is a famous superstar, so you can be surprised!"

When he said this, even Mr. Zhuang and Mingyang Zhuang were hooked out of interest. Are they so amazing?

Who the **** is it?

But no matter how they asked, or even used the majesty of their elders to intimidate, Young Master Huan was tight-lipped and refused to say anything.

In the end, I had no choice but to secretly reveal one of them, but when they heard it, they praised it repeatedly.

"With this one, you can be regarded as having a business relationship!" Elder Zhuang laughed.

But both he and Zhuang Mingyang are equally curious in their hearts, this is such a big name, what about the remaining three?

"By the way, A Huan, I want to ask your opinion about something." Elder Zhuang said suddenly.

"Well, Grandpa Zhuang, you ask." Yang Huan also became serious.

"He came to me before and mentioned to me that Ziqing did a pretty good job in Beijing. It's a pity to stay in Beijing. What do you think of it if you want to let it go and train at the grassroots level?

Yang Huan was a little confused at the beginning, but quickly grasped one of the major signals.

This is to cultivate the rhythm of Zhuang Ziqing.

Given Zhuang Ziqing's current age and her level in the capital, she must be put in the grassroots level for training, so that she can return in the future.

As usual, when she comes back, her future will be limitless, even...

Thinking of this, Yang Huan was a little unbelievable. Is this possible?

But everything is possible!

"Grandpa Zhuang, I'm not worried about her ability, but I'm worried, can she cope with the intrigue and power abuse?"

Yang Huan has always felt that Zhuang Ziqing's character is not suitable for officialdom.

In the capital city, the dealer and Zhuang Mingyang were watching, but if they were transferred to the grassroots, everything would have to be on their own.

As far as ability is concerned, Yang Huan has nothing to worry about, but her personality is too good and she doesn't like offending people, so she is afraid...

"I also thought about this issue, but the reason they value her is because she has such a temperament. Besides, people are always required. Learn to protect myself. I have confidence in my granddaughter and my reputation Have confidence in your daughter, don't you have confidence in your wife?"

Yang Huan thought for a while, didn't he?

They are not afraid, what are they afraid of?

Besides, in this country, who can beat himself?

"What did Ziqing say?" Yang Huan asked.

Elder Zhuang laughed, "My dear granddaughter, I know ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ work matters, she will make her own decisions, but this matter concerns you, you must first ask you, you agree. I told her."

Yang Huan understood that Zhuang Ziqing had always been like this. If she refused, even if she thought about it, she would definitely refuse.

But think about it again, marrying a wife, you can’t tie her around all day and treat her as a vase for offering, right?

The true love is not to grasp it hard, but to know how to let go and let him fly.

"Well, if Ziqing agrees, I agree too."

After speaking, Yang Huan said again: "I will keep a low profile in my work in the future, and try to let others come forward to avoid exposure."

Why does Yang Wenfeng want to be an invisible rich man?

Yang Huan knew better than anyone.

When Mr. Zhuang and Zhuang Mingyang listened, they all nodded, knowing that Yang Huan was considering Zhuang Ziqing's political future.

Even they were a little touched, because it would be very wrong to want a person like Yang Huan to live a low-key life, but he was willing to do this for Zhuang Ziqing, which is very rare.

But in Yang Huan's view, Zhuang Ziqing sacrificed so much for herself, so what does it matter if she keeps a low profile?

Besides, it's just low-key, not doing nothing.

What should I do or do what I’m afraid of?

Moreover, foreign careers are basically on the right track. Even teams such as Southampton don’t need Yang Huan to worry too much. It’s better to be happy in the future and be the man behind a successful woman. It is also very cool.

With Young Master Huan’s character, something can always happen, right?

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