When a local tycoon, the Kinlagonda Conquistador, quickly drove up from Marylebone Road to the entrance of the Landmark Hotel, the salute soldiers standing on either side of the gate immediately ran forward.

"Welcome to Landmark, Dear Sir"

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

The other quickly ran to the driver's seat, waiting for Long Wu to get out of the car, obviously to help drive to the parking lot.

Long Wu had followed Yang Huan for a long time, knew the rules, and stuffed a pound sterling in his hand after getting out of the car.

The salute soldier didn't even need to look at it to know how much it was, and immediately said thank you ecstatically.

After that, the guards who drove the door and helped push open the door of the hotel all had tips.

Yang Huan and Peternien walked into the hotel lobby unimpeded.

"Dear sir, is there anything I can help me with?" Immediately, a middle-aged male waitress in a suit and leather shoes who looked very polite greeted him with a professional and kind smile on his face.

"Ah, it's Mr. Kenyon."

Peter Nien represents Manchester United and Chelsea, regularly attends the Premier League President's Summit and regularly stays at the Landmark Hotel.

"This is my boss, Mr. Yang Huan," Peternion said with a smile.

The waiter immediately looked in awe, "Hello, respected Mr. Yang Huan, welcome to Landmark"

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

"Two of you, this way, please"

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

But there is no way, you can't ask the waiters in the hotel to be as intimate as the personal maids at home, right?

The lobby of the hotel is very British traditional, Victorian architectural style, with a round vaulted ceiling raised very high, giant chandeliers, exquisite murals and oil paintings, which makes people stroll through it and deeply feel the flavor of British aristocracy.

But when you pass through the lobby, you suddenly see it.

Behind the lobby is a tall and open atrium.

The atrium is divided into several dining areas, and it is tea time, and many gentlemen and ladies sit in it, enjoying their afternoon tea quietly.

The whole scene is very warm and comfortable.

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

The waiter was also smart, and he understood as soon as he heard it, "There are still a few more who haven't arrived"

Every three months, the Premier League President's Summit is held here, which is also an honour for the Landmark Hotel.

Therefore, the hotel also attaches great importance to it, and even on the top eighth floor, there is a round table meeting room for their meetings.

"Then let's enjoy afternoon tea here first," Yang Huan smiled and walked into the atrium.

"Okay, please come this way"

The waiter was indeed professional and quickly led them to an unmanned dining area, which was quiet.

Yang Huan, Peter'er Nien and Long Wu casually ordered afternoon tea, and then sat in their seats and watched.

The undersea hotel in Southampton is a project that Yang Huan attaches great importance to, so in the past, whenever he goes to a place, he must go to the best local hotel to stay, and even occasionally write down some thoughts and feelings.

"The Landmark Hotel, formerly known as the Grand Central Station Hotel, has been a Victorian railway hotel for more than 100 years." Peter Nien knew that Young Master Huan was interested in the hotel, and immediately introduced with a smile.

Anyway, when you sit down, you always have to find something to talk about.

"Later, the hotel re-invited the famous architect, Robert William Edith, who is known for his Gothic Revival architecture, to design the hotel, which almost perfectly retains the Victorian style and also reflects the prosperity and atmosphere of the Victorian era."

Yang Huan couldn't help nodding.

He is now well-informed, but as soon as he walked into this hotel just now, he was still surprised.

This is true in the lobby, and the same is true in the atrium.

The layout and design of the whole hotel is truly stunning.

Just as Yang Huan and Peternien were enjoying a peaceful afternoon tea, two more people walked in outside the hotel lobby.

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

No matter how you look at it, you can't be fat enough to be that kind of Cheng dù, how can you have such an amazing double chin?

Next to this middle-aged man is an old man in his sixties, and the interesting thing is that both of them are about the same size, they are not tall, slightly fat, and the old man's double chin is also obvious.

It's really suspicious, these two people can't be father and son, right?

"That's Newcastle owner, Mike Hasley, and his club director, Derek Lambias."

Peternion sat opposite Yang Huan, pointed to the two people at the entrance, and introduced.

Yang Huan sighed, it turned out that it was not father and son, but it was a pity

But it's funny to think about it, why are two people like this?

"Mike Hayley is a British billionaire, on the rich list, worth as much as two billion pounds, and started in retail."

Yang Huan nodded, thinking to himself, fortunately he brought Peter's Nien, otherwise he would be depressed.

But he knew about Ashley.

When he first came to England to buy the team, Cash Harris mentioned Newcastle.

Ashley bought Newcastle in '07 from the original chairman, Shepard.

As a result, after the acquisition, I found out that Newcastle still had a big bad debt, and Shepard didn't sue him.

Okay, I've been wronged

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

This will anger the Newcastle fans.

You, the new chairman just bought the team, and in a blink of an eye, he said he was going to sell it, what do you mean?

In addition, Ashley refused to pay for the transfer, which angered the then head coach Keegan, and Keegan left angrily.

And Ashley's life is not easy, if he offends the fans, the team can't sell it.

If he is in his position, the asking price is indeed not excessive, because he is based on the purchase price, counting the debts repaid, and finally comes up with a slightly higher price, but more than 300 million pounds.

But this price scared off all potential buyers, especially as Newcastle rotted in their hands as the financial crisis hit.

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

And not only did he say that, but he did it.

I'm afraid no one has ever seen a club that has posted a sell-off notice, right?

That's all he did

And he kept making trouble, and in the end Newcastle was relegated.

So, some say, he is the most bastard boss in the Premier League

However, in the past two years, Newcastle have returned to the Premier League, established themselves in the Premier League, and finished fifth in the Premier League last season, and Newcastle seem to have shown signs of a full recovery.

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

Rao is Yang Huan was already sitting in the corner in a very low-key manner, but this fat man with sharp eyes still paid attention to him.

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

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

"Hello, Mr. Ashley," Yang Huan smiled politely and shook his hand.

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

We don't know each other

"I heard that Mr. Yang Huan has been having a hard time lately," Ashley said with a smile that meant something else.

Yang Huan pretended to be stupid, "Is there one?" How did I not know it myself? ”

"That's probably because you don't know where you're now," Ashley said, gesturing at Peternion.

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

Peterneon smiled faintly, "Mr. Ashley is joking"

"Are you kidding, you'll find out soon," the fat man laughed.

"However, I still have to remind Mr. Yang Huan that although there are 20 teams in the Premier League and more and more foreign owners, many things are still decided by the local circle."

What does it mean?

Yang Huan was a little depressed

You, who finished fifth last season, do you really think you can inherit Newcastle's previous status and influence in the Premier League?

You don't break your fingers to calculate, your current Newcastle is a piece of

"I'm a kind reminder, Mr. Yang Huan, in the end, I have to thank you."

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

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

Ashley's face suddenly froze, this girl, her skin is too thick, right?

Do you understand the kind words?

"Remember Alain Pat Du?"

Of course, Yang Huan remembers, he not only remembers, but also knows that Alan Pai Du is now the manager of Newcastle.

After being banned for a year, this guy came back again, I don't know what luck he had, he became the head coach of Newcastle in the Premier League, and also led Newcastle to gain a firm foothold in the Premier League, and finished fifth in the league last season.

It's famous

It seems that he has the potential to become a local coach in the Premier League

"Alan patted Du ......" Yang Huan snorted a few times, as if he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

Mike Shri is depressed, you don't even remember Alan Pado, so how can I continue to pretend?

Is there such a tossing thing as you?

Can't you just cooperate a little bit?

If you let me pretend to die, will you?

"It's the Southampton manager you fired in the first place," Ashley reminded angrily.

"Oh," Yang Huan looked suddenly enlightened.

"You say that scrap wood? I remembered, what's wrong with him? ”

Ashley immediately wanted to say it, but was preempted by Yang Huan.

"I thought at the beginning, this guy has no ability, he is just fooling, only a fool and an idiot bastard boss will let this kind of person coach the team, I believe that the entire European football world, there should be no such stupid pen, right?"

Mike Hashley had a fat face with an expression that didn't know how rich.

He was almost ready to spray on the spot.

I'm the fool-and-idiot bastard boss you call me

But he couldn't say that

You can't help but admit yourself, right?

"Ahem," Peternion stood solemnly on the side, coughing twice, and pretending to whisper a reminder.

"Young Master Huan, Alain Padu is now the manager of Newcastle"

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

You didn't mean to?

If you don't fucking mean it, I'll call you grandpa

"Actually, Alan Paidoo is a very high-level manager, I am very optimistic about him, I think he has a good chance of becoming the best manager in England after Alex Ferguson, I believe that he will be able to bring Newcastle into a big team, I am optimistic about him"

But these words of appreciation sounded extremely harsh to Mike Hashley's ears.

Are you optimistic about him?

If you were optimistic about him, would you fire someone squid at the beginning?

Okay, you're fooling me, aren't you?

Hmph, let's see

After saying that, Mike Hashley snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Yang Huan shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"Why put pen to paper? The pen was struck by lightning."

Peterneen couldn't help but laugh non-stop.