Chapter 255 African Andy Lau

have not thought?

I rely on, is this cheating?

The look on the Duke of Westminster's face became very interesting.

He felt as if he was fooled and slaughtered, but he was the kind of fat sheep who foolishly helped others count their money.

But he really wanted to let his son follow Yang Huan for a while.

He knew that since the eldest young master has done so many things since he landed in England, almost none of them have been unsuccessful.

This time, even Prince William proposed to join the club, saying that he planned to set up a young entrepreneurial foundation or something.

He planned to let his son join the club. On the one hand, he hoped that his son would grow up more or less and learn something from Yang Huan. After all, it is easier for young people to learn things when they follow young people.

On the other hand, even if you can't learn anything, if you can get along well with Prince William, it will also help your son's future.

Besides, who can pay the £100,000 annual membership fee?

What does the future hold for this group of people?

If you aim at this layer, you will definitely not lose!

Of course, the premise is that Yang Huan can really recruit so many people.

But it doesn't matter if you can't recruit, isn't it just 100,000 pounds?

Charlene Laheri was not as complicated as the Duke of Westminster's mind. She felt that Yang Huan liked to talk nonsense, and he even fooled the Duke.

But she was also curious, was Yang Huan really just messing around?

Who is the Duke of Westminster if all that's left is bullshit? How could he send his son to him?

"Of course, Lord Duke, I am not only accepting memberships in the UK. My goal is the whole world. As long as I can pay the membership fee, as long as I can promise, I will come to the scene to watch every game, and I will accept it!"

Having said that, Yang Huan said with a smile: "I don't believe it anymore. There are so many rich second-generations in the world, and there are still less than a thousand of them."

The Duke of Westminster smiled and nodded, making sense.

"Mr Yang Huan,

Then I won't say more, please leave this matter! "

"It's easy to say, easy to say." Yang Huan said modestly and politely.

But the expression...well, a little hypocritical, a little fake.

"In a few days, I plan to organize a party in London. If Mr. Yang Huan is free, please come by."

"Definitely, I must go when I have time!" Yang Huan said with a perfunctory smile.

"Miss Laheri, come with me too!" said the Duke of Westminster looking at Charlene Laheri.

"Okay, thank you Lord Duke."

Charlene Laheri watched the Duke of Westminster leave, but her heart was full of mixed feelings.

For many, it was definitely a godsend to enter high society.

But she knew in her heart that she was able to get this light thanks to Yang Huan.

And having such an opportunity will be of great benefit to her future development.

Who did the Duke of Westminster befriend?

Either a rich man, a celebrity in the political world, or a socialite.

She is a little famous reporter, but she really can't climb such a high branch.

"Hey, are you going?" Charlene Laheri looked at Yang Huan and asked.

"What are you going to?" Yang Huan asked strangely.

"Go to the party he said."

"He said it casually, are you serious? Yang Huan thought it was a bit funny.

"Even if it's true, I have to see if I'm free, and I'll go when I have time."

"Oh." Charlene Laheri was speechless.

She was sure in her heart that if she really invited her, if Yang Huan went, she would go, and if Yang Huan didn't go, she wouldn't go either.

"By the way, are you all talking about our recruitment of members recently?"

Yang Huan has been very busy recently, so he didn't pay much attention to the news.

Charlene Laheri looked at him and found that he really didn't know, so she nodded with a wry smile.

"You don't know what you did yourself? Now the entire media industry is almost talking about it as a joke."

It's no wonder, which team will receive £100,000 for membership fees?

If it is really so high, how much will Manchester United, Arsenal, Manchester City and other teams have to charge for so many members?

Of course, that's inappropriate.

Membership of Southampton and membership of other teams are two concepts.

But for the media, no matter what you do, in short, there are gimmicks and propaganda things, I will hype them up, and I will talk about the sales first.

However, in this way, it also indirectly helped Southampton do publicity and promotion.

Now I am afraid that everyone in the world who pays a little attention to this team knows that Southampton is recruiting a thousand core members.

Yang Huan has always taken an attitude of ignoring the hype of the outside media.

"To be a joke? I still don't know who is a joke!" Yang Huan said with a proud smile.

If it was before, he didn't have much self-confidence.

But now, don't you see that the richest man in the UK is rushing to send his son to me?

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In the morning, walking on the streets of Johannesburg, South Africa, the fifty-five-year-old Baloch is no different from the countless black compatriots who pass by, and even his clothes are similar.

It's not at all obvious that he's the boss of a company.

Not to mention, his company's client list includes the world's top brands such as Coca-Cola, Adidas, and Nike.

At first glance, he looks like a black shovel out of a ghetto.

I stepped on the zebra crossing, crossed the road, and came to a Chinese-run supermarket on the opposite side.

As soon as you enter the door, the bell rings, and the boss knows that the guest is coming.

"Daily Sun and Sunday Times!" Baloch stood in front of the cash register, his fingers tapped the table lightly with the rhythm of the music, and his body twisted with the melody.

Both are the biggest selling newspapers in Africa.

The Daily Sun has nothing to do with the Sun of the British News Corporation. It is a newspaper of a listed media group in South Africa, with one copy a day and millions of readers.

As for the Sunday Times, it's a weekly newspaper, and sales are also very high.

Every supermarket has to sell such newspapers.

After taking the newspaper, Baloch grinned with white teeth on his dark face, "Boss, don't listen to your Chinese songs next time, listen to ours!"

"I know!" The Chinese boss agreed with a smile.

But every time he came, he was still listening to those Chinese songs that Baloch couldn't understand at all.

After picking up the newspaper, Baloch did not leave. Instead, he walked to the freezer in the supermarket, picked up a bottle of water, found a stool in the corner, moved it to the cashier, sat down, and opened the newspaper to read.

Interestingly, both as a daily newspaper and as a weekly newspaper, the headlines of the two major newspapers today are the same thing.

Drogba joins Southampton!

"Southampton?" Baloch hissed, thinking a little hard, which team is this?

"Boss, do you know Southampton?" Baloch asked.

The Chinese boss smiled and shook his head, "I don't know, I haven't heard of it."

"You guys just know how to make money, but you're not interested in football!" Baloch joked with a smile.

"I know that you made a fortune from football, and I also know that you are a fan!" Chinese bosses are not surprised by this.

This Baloch is a well-known figure in several nearby streets.

I used to be a painter in a slum, but then I had a whimsical idea of ​​cutting the helmet with a high-temperature tool, then painting the team flag and team emblem on it in various colors, and then plugging in the horn.

Once the team loses, take him off and throw him on the ground to vent.

Therefore, this kind of hat also has a nickname, called the fan vent cap.

During the World Cup in South Africa, they sold like crazy, and even brands such as Coca-Cola and Adidas asked him to order them as gifts.

"I'm just wondering, Drogba's good Chelsea is not waiting, why go to Southampton?"

Baloch muttered to himself, then lowered his head to continue reading his news.

This is even more strange.

Championship teams are still Chinese owners.

"Hey, look, did you Chinese go to England to buy a team?" Baloch pointed to the newspaper and asked.

The supermarket owner laughed again, "How do I know? I'm here 24 hours a day, how could I know?"

"Oh." Baloch shook his head again.

It feels as if you are saying, in fact, you are also quite pitiful.

It's not easy to make money these days.

"Holding a press conference on WeChat? WeChat? What?" Baloch continued to read the news and noticed the term.

This time, he was really talking to himself, and he didn't have the slightest hope for this supermarket owner.

He even took out his mobile phone and planned to call a friend to ask.

"WeChat, I know that." The supermarket owner was proud.

"You know?" Baloch was a little surprised.

"Speaking of football, I don't know. I don't know about the Derby you are talking about, but WeChat, I know."

"What it is?"

The supermarket owner pulled out the drawer, took out his mobile phone, turned on the screen, and pointed to a green icon inside.

"Well, this is it."

"What is it for? Play the video?" Baloch asked.

"No, it's for chatting." The supermarket owner said with a smile.

That look seems to be laughing at him, you kid is really funny.

Think of WeChat as Youdou.

"For chatting? Social tools?" Baloch understood a little now.

"Well, it seems, anyway, I use it to connect to the wireless network and chat with my relatives in China. It's very useful, I think." The supermarket owner smiled and showed the function of WeChat to Baloch. .

Baloch also felt a little interesting when he saw it, and immediately placed one in his mobile phone.

Using wireless network to download, the speed is not mentioned, it will be done soon.

The next registration and the like will be more convenient.

That is, after the registration was completed, he entered WeChat, and he discovered that among the hundreds of friends in his address book, no one used it, and he was the first to use this tool.

interesting!

WeChat quickly popped up an interface asking whether to notify friends that they are using WeChat.

"Hey, of course I want to inform you!" Baloch felt that this was a very face-saving thing.

Soon, the announcement came out.

After sending WeChat, Baloch clicked on WeChat, searched for Drogba, and soon found Drogba's star account, and followed it. The whole process is very simple and easy to understand, even if he has never been in contact with him before. It's clear at a glance.

"Drogba is holding a press conference, do you want to participate?" WeChat sent a reminder.

Baloch chose yes without hesitation.

Soon he entered the press conference scene, and there were people at the top.

At a glance, Baloch was dumbfounded.

Darling, more than five million people, this is too outrageous, right?

There are several options below, including questions, exits, and the like.

The middle of the screen looks like the press conference scene, and there are questions and answers constantly popping up.

"Hello, I'm a fan from China. I would like to ask, Mr. Drogba, what do you think of the nickname African Andy Lau?"

Soon, Drogba gave a reply, and his font color was more conspicuous.

"Andy Lau? I don't know who he is, is he famous? Why did you give me this nickname?"

When Baloch saw it, he couldn't help laughing.

"Hey boss, who is Andy Lau?"

What he said was Pinyin, which was a little awkward.

The supermarket owner didn't understand it for a while, but he guessed it by looking at the pinyin on the phone screen.

"Oh, Andy Lau, we are a very famous big star in China. He is very handsome."

"Handsome?" Baloch was dumbfounded, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, he's most famous for being handsome. He's a mess." The supermarket owner is obviously a fan of Andy Lau.

With a bang, Baloch slammed his head on the checkout counter, scaring the supermarket owner into thinking it was a major earthquake.

Then he burst out laughing rudely.

"Drogba? He's handsome? If he looks handsome, I'm Tom Cruise!"

The supermarket owner was a little puzzled when he saw that he was smiling so nervously.

"What festival is today? Why is everyone so weird?" ()