Chapter 10

"Mr. Yang Huan, it's done, fifteen million pounds, we'll sign the contract in two days!"

As he walked out of the Liebherr company headquarters, Cash Harris got into the car and immediately called Yang Huan to report his success.

"Great job, Cash. Two million pounds for your consulting fee, I won't short you a penny!"

On the other end of the phone, Yang Huan was strolling through Harrods, a famous luxury mall in London. Upon hearing the news, he couldn't stop smiling.

Fifteen million pounds to secure Southampton, this investment is worth it, truly a great deal.

"Thank you, Mr. Huan!" Cash Harris on the other end was also delighted, after all, earning two million pounds in a day is no small feat.

Who in the entire London financial district can do that?

This is going to be legendary!

"Cash, can you do one more thing for me?" Yang Huan suddenly thought of an issue.

"Mr. Huan, just let me know what you need." Cash Harris, having received the promise, was still respectful, as the money hadn't yet been paid.

Yang Huan smiled, "I'm very dissatisfied with the current Southampton manager, Alan Pardew. I just looked up his background and found out that this guy is a real jinx. I don't like him and want to fire him."

Zhang Ning and Sun Yue, who were standing nearby, were speechless. This reason for firing someone was indeed formidable.

One can imagine that Cash Harris on the other end of the phone was also quite helpless. After all, Alan Pardew is a well-known young manager in England. It's a great honor for him to come and coach your League One team, and you still think he's a jinx?

However, it's true that Alan Pardew's career has been quite unfortunate. He coached West Ham United, and the Hammers were relegated. He coached Charlton, and they were relegated multiple times, eventually landing in League One. Now, coaching Southampton, the Saints were also relegated.

Thinking about it, he really is a jinx.

"Does Mr. Huan have any good candidates in mind?" Cash Harris asked with a smile.

Yang Huan thought for a moment. There were indeed a few good candidates, but he couldn't mention them, "Not yet. Help me find and contact some candidates. I have one requirement: the playing style should not be conservative. I want someone who constantly attacks and scores goals, with a flamboyant style. I don't want anyone who isn't a world-renowned coach."

"That... is quite difficult!" Cash Harris laughed bitterly. Someone who constantly attacks and is a world-renowned coach?

There aren't many such people these days, and they are few and far between.

"Five hundred thousand pounds. If the person you recommend is selected by me, I'll give you five hundred thousand pounds as a consulting fee."

Yang Huan now had no connections or network, but his only advantage was money.

So, he was using money to pave the way.

"Alright, no problem, I'll do my best!" Cash Harris immediately promised.

After seeing Yang Huan hang up, Zhang Ning, who was walking beside him, pursed her lips, "You come across as too much of a nouveau riche. Even if you are rich, you don't need to spend so extravagantly, do you?"

"I think it's great!" Yang Huan didn't mind, "In a capitalist society, money can buy everything."

"So, you see, I'm here shopping with you, while Cash Harris is out working hard for me. Why?"

"Because I have money!"

Zhang Ning shook her head, "But don't you think spending money like this is wasteful?"

Yang Huan laughed, "We have different views on money!"

Duh!

Zhang Ning muttered to herself, you are a super-rich second generation, but I come from a common background. How can we be the same?

"By the way, are you concerned about me?" Yang Huan turned his head and looked at Zhang Ning with an ambiguous gaze.

Zhang Ning was startled, her eyes flickering, "No way, I just can't stand it."

"Oh, that's best." Yang Huan nodded, "If you fell for me so easily, it would be too unchallenging."

Seeing Yang Huan walk forward, Zhang Ning pretended to want to punch him.

I like you? Go dream on!

"Move, move!"

A group of burly men in black suits and sunglasses walked by, pushing people out of the way, as if clearing the path for a big shot, with a menacing air.

When they reached Sun Yue and Zhang Ning, two of the black-suited men pushed them aside.

Fortunately, Yang Huan reacted quickly and grabbed Zhang Ning, while Sun Yue was pushed to the ground.

"Wow, what's this? His entourage is even bigger than mine!"

As Yang Huan held Zhang Ning, he saw a young British man in his twenties, holding a provocatively dressed, curvaceous woman, pass by. The man turned and looked at them with a disdainful smirk.

Yang Huan had seen this look many times in his past life, but now few people dared to look at him like that.

Pretty cocky!

"Who is that guy? So aggressive?" Sun Yue, who had just picked himself up from the ground, was also furious.

"He's probably a rich second generation in Britain," Zhang Ning said, looking at Yang Huan.

Yang Huan was unhappy, "So what if he's a rich second generation in Britain? He hasn't seen the means of Chinese rich second generations."

"Long Wu."

Long Wu, who was playing with his phone, looked up, puzzled.

"What's wrong? You didn't react when someone approached. You're a Zhongnanhai bodyguard, and you're embarrassing yourself in Britain!"

Long Wu didn't get angry, "Mr. Huan, my task is to protect your safety. As for others..."

Zhang Ning and Sun Yue smiled bitterly, it seemed they weren't within his protection range.

"Nonsense, Zhang Ning is my woman, and thus your young mistress. Sun Yue is my trusted assistant. Who says they're not in your protection range?"

"Oh." Long Wu seemed to finally understand his protection range.

"But, Mr. Huan, that's not right."

"What's not right?"

"I was ordered to protect you alone, but now I have to protect three people. This..."

He looked up at Yang Huan with a smile, "I need more money."

Zhang Ning nearly fainted. Could it be that all the rich kids' entourage are money-grubbers?

"No problem!" Yang Huan answered without hesitation.

"Stop playing games. I'll get you some fun games to play all night. Now, go and take revenge. Don't let anyone take advantage of me. If this gets out, where will I put my face?"

"Okay!" Long Wu quickly put away his phone.

"Be more intimidating, show your fierce side," Yang Huan instructed.

Long Wu was puzzled, "Mr. Huan, how do I be fierce?"

"Tell them to get lost!" Yang Huan said.

"Mr. Huan, how do you say that in English?"

Yang Huan was also puzzled and looked at Zhang Ning, "How do you say it in English?"

Zhang Ning was speechless, "Get out!"

"No way, that doesn't sound intimidating!" Yang Huan thought it sounded too feminine.

"Better to be a bit harsh, more intimidating, and with some profanity."

Zhang Ning, a beautiful woman, found it unbecoming to swear, but since Yang Huan insisted, she reluctantly said, "You fuck off!"

Yang Huan recognized the word "fuck" and was satisfied, "Use that!"

Long Wu, who wasn't very good with languages, repeated it several times before he could remember it, but with a noticeable Chinese accent.

"Mr. Huan, there are seven or eight of them, and only one of us. Can we do it?"

Sun Yue, who was following behind Long Wu, was worried. Could this young man, who was always playing games, take on seven or eight people?

"Don't worry, he's called Long Wu. In Zhongnanhai, there are only four people better than him. Taking on seven or eight people is as easy as eating a meal," Yang Huan was confident in Long Wu.

In his memory, he had seen the prowess of Zhongnanhai bodyguards, and they were all much worse than Long Wu.

Not far ahead, a crowd had gathered, forming a circle. There were also many people watching from upstairs and downstairs, and many journalists.

The British rich second generation was very noticeable in the crowd, surrounded by seven or eight black-suited bodyguards, sitting with the provocatively dressed British woman, making them very prominent.

"Hey!" Long Wu walked up and lightly tapped the shoulder of the bodyguard at the back.

"Fuck off!" The bodyguard turned around and swore.

"Wow, you stole my line!" Long Wu grabbed the bodyguard's shoulder and, before he could react, lifted him up and threw him backward.

When Yang Huan, Zhang Ning, and Sun Yue caught up, they saw Long Wu effortlessly throwing the bodyguards one by one, as if they were ping-pong balls rather than heavy men.

"Wow..." Sun Yue was stunned. This was the power of a Zhongnanhai bodyguard?

The British rich second generation hadn't even reacted when he felt a tight grip on his suit from behind, and he was lifted and thrown backward, landing heavily on one of his bodyguards, dazed and disoriented.

The entire crowd finally noticed that the arrogant rich second generation had been taken down.

There was a commotion, and everyone stared at the late-arriving Yang Huan and the gracefully walking Zhang Ning.

"Who is that? Where are they from?"

"They look Asian, Chinese?"

"That bodyguard is amazing, he seems to know Chinese kung fu!"

"I've been wanting to see that guy get his comeuppance."

"That Eastern beauty is stunning, so beautiful."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, all attention on Yang Huan and his group.

"You fuck off!"

As he passed the rich second generation, Yang Huan gave him a disdainful look and continued walking.

Yang Huan walked up to the rich second generation's seat and sat down, gesturing for the provocatively dressed woman to leave. He didn't have a tradition of hitting women.

As for this British woman, her revealing attire wasn't to his taste, and she was an eyesore.

The woman didn't dare stay and quickly ran off.

"Zhang Ning, come, sit!" Yang Huan invited Zhang Ning to sit beside him.

The British rich second generation stood up, his forehead red and swollen from hitting the floor, with a bump.

"Fuck..."

Before he could finish, he felt a sharp pain on his cheek.

A loud slap echoed, and he was struck by the young kung fu expert, Long Wu.

"You..."

Another slap, this time on the left.

The British rich second generation, holding his bleeding face, was now cowering behind his bodyguards, none of whom dared to step forward.

An expert's move, and the difference was clear.

"You fuck off!" Long Wu pointed at them and repeated the phrase he had prepared.

Then, he turned and walked back to Yang Huan's side without looking back.

Beaten and humiliated, the British rich second generation, though seething with anger, didn't dare stay and quickly left.

Before leaving, he couldn't help but throw a threat, a common exit ritual for the humiliated.

"What did he say?" Yang Huan, not understanding, turned to Zhang Ning.

"He said, 'Be careful!'" Zhang Ning, worried, replied, after all, this was someone else's territory.

"Wow, too unoriginal. Can't he come up with something new?"

Yang Huan didn't take the threat seriously. If the useless rich second generation could do anything, he wouldn't have been beaten like a dog just now. Such people are usually just all talk.

Only after the commotion subsided did Yang Huan notice that this was a new car booking event.

In the crowd, a hardtop sports car, shaped like a work of art, was on display.