In the upper class circles of London, many people are saying that the Landmark Hotel is now Wang Xiaoer's New Year, and every year is not as good as a year.

Having forgotten exactly when it began, known as London's hottest afternoon tea paradise, the Landmark Hotel gradually lost the favor of London's high society and gradually reverted to mediocrity.

Many of the meetings and gatherings that were originally scheduled to take place at the Landmark Hotel have gradually changed locations.

Of those, at least two-thirds have moved to Southampton.

Because it is close enough, you can get away from the hustle and bustle of London, enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Solent Strait on the Tester River and the Itchin River, which is really refreshing.

Even if it's afternoon tea, at least you can eat an extra portion.

For this group of upper-class people, an hour's drive really shouldn't be too close.

Perhaps because there are fewer and fewer important meetings, the Premier League President's Summit, which was not very important, has been paid more and more attention to the Landmark Hotel, and even a greeting slogan was put up at the gate, and all the people passing by the hotel gate saw it clearly.

This also made Yang Huan a little embarrassed.

There's no way, these days, you can't keep a low profile!

"Welcome, Young Master Huan!"

As soon as the car arrived, the lobby manager walked over quickly, took the initiative to open the car door, and before his face was revealed, the greeting 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 visibly stunned.

That's right, he used to be a busy man, where would he do such a thing?

But there is no way, who makes the hotel business bad now?

The top is pressed down, and the quality of service has to be improved, so that all guests have a kind of super VIP rush.

Coupled with layoffs, he, the lobby manager, can only catch ducks on the shelves and come by himself.

Seeing Young Master Huan, his mood was really complicated.

Because if it weren't for Master Huan's poaching of the hotel's chef, the afternoon tea at the Landmark Hotel would still be the best in the UK, why would it be reduced to the current situation?

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

It was precisely because he heard these things from the mouths of his former colleagues that he felt so complicated when he saw Young Master Huan.

"By the way, is everyone else here?" Yang Huan didn't embarrass this old acquaintance.

Anyway, the Landmark Hotel is also one of the top hotels in London, England, and this lobby manager is definitely a good person among his peers, plus after years of contact, he is quite fond of Yang Huan.

Young Master Huan is like this, as long as he sees the right eye, he will not embarrass others.

"It's all here." The lobby manager glanced at Young Master Huan again, as if to say, Young Master, you are the last to arrive.

Young Master Huan was very relieved and smiled.

Isn't that normal?

Usually the protagonist is going to appear in the finale.

Besides, no, the scheduled meeting hasn't come yet.

didn't say much, Yang Huan walked into the hotel lobby with a smile, and saw the lobby manager following him respectfully, Yang Huan suddenly stopped and slapped the lobby manager on the shoulder.

"Our undersea hotel has been short of a lobby manager recently, are you interested?"

"Huh?" The lobby manager was taken aback and immediately looked left and right in a panic, for fear of being heard.

The Landmark Hotel is now at a sensitive point, and if the news of his poaching gets out, he will definitely be finished.

Also, is this eldest young master serious?

Seeing the inquiring eyes of the lobby manager, Yang Huan really felt that it was difficult to do, could it be that the word "untrustworthy" was written on my face?

Why is it that every time I speak very seriously, I am always suspicious?

Unexpectedly, Young Master Huan could only nod heavily, "If you are interested, you can deal with the affairs of London and come to me in Southampton!" With that, he continued on his way.

Believe it or not, anyway, I said it, it's your loss to miss it!

The lobby manager was left standing there stunned, full of disarray.

Young Master Ke Huan had just walked out of the lobby and stepped into the courtyard for afternoon tea, when a person suddenly rushed out next to him.

"Hehe, I said, Master Huan, what are you whispering to that old man? It's messing him up, what's going on? ”

Yang Huan didn't need to look back, just listen to the voice, who is not Hamad?

But how can you be so dignified and speak in such a weird way?

Is it necessary to say so eloquently?

"Hehe, I didn't expect that Young Master Huan is surrounded by beautiful women, this is not satisfied, even the old man will not let go!"

With that, Hamad turned around and snorted twice.

"It's no wonder, although I'm a little older, I still have the charm and demeanor."

Yang Huan couldn't stand it anymore, turned around, and kicked him directly, "I'm old and beautiful, and I'm old wood!" ”

But Hamad really knows Young Master Huan too well, so he has already jumped away and laughed.

"Get the hell out of here!" Yang Huan pointed at him viciously, "I promise not to kill you!" ”

"Haha, Young Master Huan, you say, am I so stupid?"

Yang Huan raised his eyebrows and stroked his finger towards Long Wu beside him, and Long Wu immediately clasped his hands together, and there was a snapping sound of bone joints.

Hamad suddenly withered, and the whole person was like a defeated rooster, bowing his head and walking over.

"Okay, Young Master Huan, you hit lightly, and, don't slap your face, I've been making a little star recently, and I can't mix it up if I slap my face!"

Yang Huan almost fainted, is this guy still the little prince of the Middle East who was dirty back then?

Mother hippie, it's just a loach!

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

Really, what a simple person he was, but he was taken badly!

After speaking, Young Master Huan looked very disappointed, very sad, very sad, and very heartbroken, turned around and walked to the elevator, and did not forget to let out a long sigh.

Hamad immediately knew that he was out of trouble, and immediately chased after him with a smile.

Long Wu looked at his left and right fists, and sighed, he was obviously going to fight, why didn't he fight again?

I didn't have a chance to shoot again, and my fists were rusty.

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

"Young Master Huan, this time I heard that there is going to be a big reform, what are you going to do?" Hamad also got rid of his hippie smile and became serious.

Yang Huan was also accustomed to his face-changing technique, and said angrily, "What to do?" ”

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

Yang Huan smiled when he heard this, "Wait a minute? Do you want to cope? ”

Hamad is depressed, this I at least represent Tottenham Hotspur, don't you say?

Can you give some face?

"In short, you can relax, this matter has nothing to do with you or me."

"Why?" Hamad is completely confused.

The day before yesterday, Premier League CEO Richard Skudmore went out of his way to talk to Daniel Levy about these things, which was very serious, and Mubarak also called him, as if he was going to die of his father.

Why doesn't Young Master Huan seem to care at all?

"Not for any reason." Yang Huan smiled slightly, just as the elevator clanged, Young Master Huan slapped Hamad on the shoulder, which made this guy grin, and then laughed contentedly.

"You are a local tyrant, who are you afraid of? Soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, anyway, professional football is capital, you don't have anything else, there is a lot of money, right? As long as money can solve the problem, you say, is it the problem? ”

After speaking, Young Master Huan took the lead in stepping out of the elevator.

Hamad was left alone in the elevator, his mind full of mush.

What does this mean?

It seems to make sense, but it doesn't seem to say anything.

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

"Young Master Huan!"

"Hello Young Master Huan!"

"It's been a long time since I've seen you, Young Master Huan!"

"The demeanor is still the same, Young Master Huan!"

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

Only Chelsea owner Roman Abramovich, who was sitting not far from the entrance, muttered sourly, "Isn't it just playing well in Europe?" Even the appearance is so posed! Who is it for? ”

But Young Master Huan usually directly ignores him, who made them enemies in the first place?

At this time, Mubarak came over and shook hands with Yang Huan, "Hehe, Gong likes young master, your Southampton has been breaking through recently, the league championship is nine out of ten, and there is also a breakthrough in the FA Cup!" ”

Yang Huan immediately waved his hand again and again, "It's nothing, it's nothing, isn't it just defeating a relegation team?" ”

Abramovich's face froze.

Looking around, everyone seemed to be smiling, looking at him intentionally or unintentionally, which made him suddenly feel that everyone's eyes were like needles piercing him, so sour.

"Yang Huan, you ......"

Yang Huan pretended to be stunned, shook his head and said, "Roman, what's wrong with me?" ”

Are you still pretending to be stupid?

Abramovich is suffering.

Who doesn't know that Yang Huan's words mean that he is ridiculing Chelsea as a relegation team?

The Blues were unlucky enough to draw the FA Cup draw to Southampton, only to be beaten by the Saints II at Stamford Bridge and knocked out of the Cup.

Chelsea are still hovering around the relegation zone and have not seen much improvement in results.

This also disappointed Yang Huan.

Originally, he agreed with Mubarak and Hamad that he would kill Chelsea.

Unexpectedly, Ramirez was going to be dug up during the winter break, and Abramovich didn't shoot to kill.

However, Chelsea's desire to bring in reinforcements was also distracted by several of their teams, and Abramovich almost went crazy.

With the team's unfavourable signings, Chelsea are limited by the quality of the squad and find it difficult to make a difference.

And at present, the morale of the army in the team is disheartened, and many players have been centrifuged.

For example, Benatia, Cuadrado and other players are not given opportunities in the hands of Mourinho, and the Portuguese would rather use veterans and players in other positions than them, which makes Abramovic very depressed.

As things stand, Chelsea's relegation should be fine, it's just ......

After this fall, I don't know how long it will take to recover before I can regain the glory of Chelsea in the past.

Especially now that the Premier League is so competitive, how can it be so easy to get back into the top four?

"Young Master Huan!" FA president David Bernstein also walked over.

"Hello, David!" Yang Huan shook hands with him.

But when the others around saw this old man who represented the FA, they all seemed to avoid it.

Of course, Yang Huan knew the reason.

In fact, what David Bernstein was going to say later, Yang Huan knew it before, but he didn't participate in it, didn't express his position, and remained neutral.

Even, to a certain extent, he is still a little optimistic about this matter.

This is also the reason why he deliberately stepped on the point.