Chapter 90 Is This Possible?

"Who are you?"

Through the microphone, Yang Huan was a little upset to hear the stranger asking questions.

Who are these people?

"Master Huan, I am Dong Yang's personal think tank and the manager of the company's investment department. My name is Zhao Yuanfang."

After the glasses guy answered Yang Huan's question, he glanced awkwardly at everyone in the conference room.

The others were also helpless.

Anyone who encounters this eldest young master will be helpless, because he does things like he is doing things in a wild way and has no rules at all.

"Yuanfang, this name is not bad!" Yang Joy said hehe.

This young master is about to become Di Renjie.

"You answer me a question first, do you support my plan or oppose it?" Yang Huan asked.

"Yes, I think it's possible, albeit a bit riskier."

"Yeah." Yang Huan nodded over the phone with a leadership style, "You should be new here, and you're under forty, right? Maybe you're still a turtle."

"How do you know?" Zhao Yuanfang was full of surprise.

He has just joined the company for less than a year. He is thirty-two years old and graduated from Harvard University in the United States. He is indeed a turtle.

"I just guessed it." Yang Huan was not interested in pretending to be arrogant in this kind of thing.

"However, let me ask you one more question, why do you support my plan?"

This question is not just on the other side of the phone, Yang Huan in the UK is asking, and almost everyone in the conference room is asking.

"Well..." Zhao Yuanfang has been with the company for almost a year, and he has never had much opportunity to perform. Now this opportunity is rare, and he really wants to talk at length and talk about a lot of golden rules in the investment world to bluff people. .

But after thinking about it, I heard that Young Master Huan doesn't like long speeches, so he gritted his teeth secretly.

"Well, there are two, one is that I believe in Young Master Huan's investment vision, and the second is that this plan does have prospects."

Zhao Yuanfang replied,

Everyone in the conference room fell down.

Then almost most of the people raised their middle fingers at the thirty-eight-year-old glasses guy.

Damn, I didn't expect this gentle guy to be a sycophant too!

I was mistaken, I didn't expect that he is the most flattering person in the Yang Group!

There was Yang Huan's laughing voice on the phone, which seemed to be very useful, which also made everyone in the locker room regret. This is the future prince of the group. Why didn't we know how to flatter him just now?

Who knows, at this time, Yang Huan cursed in his heart.

Who are these people?

First there is Sun Yue, and then there is Zhao Yuanfang. Why does Dad all vote for a flatterer?

Well, it must be that he likes to be flattered, so his subordinates specialize in flatterers.

"Well, being able to see these two points proves that you are still very discerning." But he bears it cheeky.

"Actually, I think the valuation is low, just as you are optimistic about my plan. I think my company has prospects."

"Take a game company as an example, the first month's income is less than 50,000 yuan, the second month's income is 500,000 yuan, and the third month's at least seven figures, you think such a company is worth 1,500 yuan 10,000 pounds? Those investors are all stupid, I'm not stupid, do you really think I'm a primary school student who doesn't know how to count?"

When everyone heard it, it seemed to make sense.

Income growth is so fast, so fierce, the prospects are naturally good.

To make money, of course, not only depends on the present, but also depends on the future prospects.

"Zhao Yuanfang." Yang Huan called the glasses brother's name with a smile on the other side of the phone.

"Master Huan." The glasses brother responded politely.

Everyone in the conference room raised their middle fingers.

This goddamn flatterer!

"I appreciate you, come back to Europe to help me, I just need an investment consultant here, a talent like you, if you stay with my father, it is estimated that it will not be reused and can't make the best of it. It is better to follow I."

As soon as Yang Huan said this, Yang Wenfeng couldn't take it anymore.

"Hey, did you say that?"

What kind of son is this?

In front of so many people, you don't give face to your father?

But he didn't think about it. How did Yang Huan know that he had to make everyone know about a phone call?

"Dad, don't be angry, am I not telling the truth?"

Yang Huan laughed, "In a word, do you vote or not?"

"Uh...I'll think about it again."

In fact, he has already decided to vote, just to put on the air of being a father.

It's best that this stinky boy can keep his breath low.

"Then give you a day to think about it."

After speaking, Yang Huan was about to hang up.

"Ah Huan!" At this time, Yang Baoping came over and shouted into the phone.

"Grandpa, is something wrong?" Yang Huan asked.

"Are you busy? What have you been busy with recently?" Yang Baoping asked with a smile.

The more he looked at this grandson, the more pleasing to the eye.

In the past, no matter how you looked at him, he looked like a playboy, and no matter how he looked at him, he was not pleasing to the eye.

But now, no matter how you look at it, it is pleasing to the eye.

"I'm not busy, just playing games, and... Recently, I'm preparing to transform a big fat man into a superstar in the global entertainment industry." Yang Huan replied with a laugh haha.

Everyone in the conference room fell headfirst, and then burst into laughter. They all thought Yang Huan was joking.

Unexpectedly, Master Huan has such a humorous side.

"Then I won't bother you any more." Yang Baoping said with a smile.

"I don't have anything to do, I just want to tell you, do you remember that girl from your grandpa's house?"

"Grandpa Zhuang? Which Grandpa Zhuang?" Yang Huan didn't think of it for a while.

"The one from the army."

"Oh!" Yang Huan remembered.

It seems that he is also a retired old revolutionary cadre. He used to have the same status as his grandfather. The difference is that his father went to sea to do business, but the banker has always been following the official line. It seems that the second generation of the banker is still in the military commission. Headshots.

"The Zhuang girl is also studying in the UK. Their family is a family friend with ours. You can visit them when you have time."

When Yang Baoping said this, his eyes turned to Zhang Ning.

Zhang Ning's face became embarrassed when she heard it. She could vaguely guess that this should be a girl from Yang Huan's family. Mr. Yang was afraid that he wanted to make this girl Zhuang his granddaughter-in-law.

But when Zhang Ning raised his head and saw Yang Baoping's eyes, he immediately realized that he had guessed correctly and understood his intentions.

He deliberately said this in front of himself, just to remind himself, and at the same time to prove that he did not hide it from himself.

After realizing this, Zhang Ning felt less uncomfortable, and squeezed out a smile at Yang Baoping.

What a smart girl!

Yang Baoping praised with a smile.

Others in the conference room laughed. Many of them vaguely understood that in the capital, the banker was the most powerful family among the absolute giants, and the Yang family married the banker, and that was the right match.

"Okay, I'm busy here, I'll talk when I have time."

Yang Huan's perfunctory tone made Zhang Ning feel a little better, and it also made everyone present smile wryly.

The eldest young master doesn't seem to be very happy yet.

"Okay, when will you come back?" Yang Baoping asked again.

"In a few days, wait until this fat man learns to dance."

Everyone's jaw dropped when they heard it.

Listening to Young Master Huan's tone, it seems that he wants to make a fat man who can't even dance into a superstar?

My goodness, is this possible?

Only Zhang Ning thinks that this is possible!

Because, the one who decided to do this was Yang Huan.

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Far away in Southampton, England, fat man Du Ziteng is practicing leg presses under the supervision of Yang Huan.

Or how can I say that this person is fat and inflexible?

Can't even press a leg!

After Yang Huan hung up the phone, he sat across from him, with Erlang's legs crossed, playing with his mobile phone. A game called Temple Run was running on the phone screen, which is currently being tested in Apple Stores in New Zealand and Australia.

But unlike the previous cut the rope, many players have noticed this game.

After all, as Cut the Rope turned purple, the name of the WeChat company has become a lot louder, and there are even many loyal fans.

Seeing that Du Ziteng was pressing his legs like this and sweating profusely, Yang Huan kept shaking his head.

"Stomach hurts, if you are like this, if you don't look good, if you don't have a figure, you sing so-so, if you can't even dance, what are you going to let your fans see you?"

Du Ziteng, who was originally afraid of pain, clapped the British dance teacher who put his hand on his shoulder, "It's alright, press hard, I can bear it."

Yang Huan nodded, "That's right, as the saying goes, if you endure hardships, you will be a superior person."

"This is a star, especially the kind of powerful star you advertise. You must be able to dance. Look at Michael Jackson, how good is the dance?"

Du Ziteng nodded vigorously, signaling the dance teacher to continue to exert pressure.

Extend your legs straight and press down little by little.

Sweat was already dripping on a chubby brain.

"This time, I specially invited a very famous choreographer in Korea, and asked him to tailor a set of dances for you, to ensure that you will be red."

"Really?" Du Ziteng was excited when he heard it.

"Nonsense, is it any good for me to lie to you?"

Du Ziteng shook his head and patted the dance teacher's hand again, "Press down further, press a little more, use force, I can't stand it anymore."

Yang Huan snorted, still very moved by the fat man's desperate spirit.

"I also decided to invite one of Korea's most popular beauty stars to help you out with your MV. Guess who?"

When Du Ziteng heard this, he became even more excited, "Bao'er."

"No, I don't like Bao'er." Yang Huan shook his head, "Let's guess."

"Cai Yan!" Du Ziteng's mind was full of Korean actresses, and he felt extremely excited. He clapped the dance teacher's hand with both hands, indicating to press down again, as hard as possible.

"I don't like Cai Yan either, can I change it?" Yang Huan still shook his head.

"Lee Hyori, my God, could it be Lee Hyori?" The image of Lee Hyori appeared in his mind.

Cute Korean girl, here I come, Smecta!

He heard a click from under his crotch, which made the dance teacher hurriedly shrink his hands.

"Ah!" The fat man screamed.

It turned out that without knowing it, the fat man's legs that were separated were pressed straight to the ground.

Yang Huan heard this and walked up immediately.

The fat man was lying on the ground supported by the dance teacher, with his hands covering his crotch, with an expression of excruciating pain.

"Stomach hurts, are you alright? Don't learn how to dance, and make yourself undefeated in the East."

Du Ziteng covered his crotch, closed his mouth tightly, and waved his right hand towards Yang Huan, indicating that he was fine.

"Oh, it's fine." Yang Huan saw that he still had a reaction, and it was estimated that he was accidentally pulling the ball, and it was not a big problem.

"Don't worry, you focus on learning to dance, I'll take you to record songs in a few days, and by the way, go back to China to shoot the MV!"

The fat man nodded vigorously, but his face was so painful that even tears fell.

Yang Huan looked at it, shook his head helplessly and sighed.

So, okay, why do you have to want to be a star?

Is it okay to be a star?

Handsome and beautiful, it is easy to be unspoken by others.

If you are unfortunate, you look ugly, and you want to use your strength to fight, like Du Ziteng...

How miserable! ()