Chapter 6

The benefits of the information age are that a piece of news can often be rapidly disseminated in an extremely short period of time.

After Yang Wenfeng arrived at the company, he issued an order to the HR department, instructing them to fully cooperate with Yang Huan's request without affecting the company's operations.

This was originally just a casual reminder from Yang Wenfeng, but to the employees below, it meant something different.

Yang Wenfeng had no siblings and only one son, Yang Huan.

Although many people had always said that Yang Huan was an uneducated and spoiled rich kid, the fact that he came to the company to select people and required full cooperation from all departments was seen by many as a positive signal that Yang Wenfeng was determined to cultivate his son.

Given the Yang family's wealth, spending a few billion to let Yang Huan learn how to do business was a very normal thing.

But for the employees, it was different.

Yang Huan was still the young master. Following him and working for him meant that when he took over the Yang Group in the future, they would have the credit of being his loyal followers.

Thus, everyone in the Yang Group was rubbing their hands in anticipation, waiting for Yang Huan's arrival.

However, this young master was fashionably late.

It wasn't until eleven o'clock that his gold Lamborghini slowly drove to the entrance of the Yang Group headquarters.

Then, a tall and beautiful woman got out of the driver's seat, wearing a white open-collar shirt with a row of black buttons, and a pure black pencil skirt, a standard OL (Office Lady) outfit that highlighted her nearly perfect S-shaped figure.

The moment she got out of the car, the security guards on the scene were stunned.

Zhang Ning walked to the passenger seat and opened the door for Yang Huan, who got out of the car with a calm and accepting smile.

The four security guards were dumbfounded. They had only ever heard of handsome men opening doors for beautiful women, but when had they ever seen a beautiful woman open a door for a handsome man?

Too cool, incredibly cool!

"Good morning, young master!"

"Good morning, Master Huan!"

"Good morning, everyone."

Yang Huan and Zhang Ning walked into the lobby one after the other, and the receptionist immediately came forward to greet them.

She had seen Yang Huan before but had never seen Zhang Ning. At first glance, she was amazed and then envious.

This woman was not only stunningly beautiful but also had a perfect figure and an extraordinary and charming demeanor.

More importantly, she was dressed in luxury brands.

Her outfit was a Valentino OL suit, which she had seen in a fashion magazine before. The black handbag she carried was a Hermes, costing at least tens of thousands. As for the high heels she wore, although the brand was not visible, they were likely not cheap.

Could this woman be... the young mistress?

"Master Huan, Mr. Yang has instructed you to go directly to the fifth floor HR department."

Under the guidance of the receptionist, Yang Huan and Zhang Ning entered the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor.

"How does it feel to be noticed?" Yang Huan asked with a smile in the elevator.

After leaving the house, he had taken Zhang Ning to the best mall in Longhai City for a shopping spree to gather a complete set of outfits.

"Like a rich person!"

Zhang Ning lowered her head and saw the deep cleavage exposed by the tight white shirt. She had wanted to button it up, but Yang Huan insisted that it looked better this way, and she had no choice but to comply.

Yang Huan laughed at her slightly reproachful words, "Feeling like a rich person is right. When you're with me, you have to be on the same level as me. I think being a rich person is great. You can have whatever you want and do whatever you want. Isn't that good?"

"Don't think that many people curse rich people out of envy and jealousy. If they were given the chance to be rich, do you think they would refuse?"

Zhang Ning was moved by this. Who wouldn't want to be born into a wealthy family? Who wouldn't want to be free from worry about food and clothing? Who wouldn't want to be able to do whatever they wanted like Yang Huan?

But she didn't want to become the kind of person Yang Huan was.

However, she didn't know if she could resist his advances.

This special man made her unable to hate or dislike him.

The elevator dinged as it arrived on the fifth floor.

"Good morning, Master Huan!"

As soon as the elevator doors opened, a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a balding head and wearing a black-rimmed glasses, stood outside. He was quite overweight and his eyes lit up when he saw Zhang Ning, but he quickly concealed it.

"Master Huan, welcome to the HR department. I have already arranged the interview for you."

"Do you know what kind of people I'm looking for?" Yang Huan asked with a smile.

The balding manager was taken aback, seemingly unaware, but there were still many applicants of various types.

"It's fine. Gather everyone in the meeting room, and give each person a piece of paper and a pen."

As Yang Huan and Zhang Ning walked through the HR department, they immediately caught the attention of the employees.

"Master Huan is so young and handsome."

"Who is the woman behind him?"

"He's about to walk past. Should we say hello?"

"Oh, I'm shy to see Master Huan. What should I say?"

The employees were buzzing with discussion, and the balding manager immediately put on a stern face, "What are you all doing? Get back to work!"

"It's fine, it's fine!" Yang Huan waved his hand with a smile. He loved hearing praise, "I rarely come here, so it's normal for everyone to be curious. How about this: I'll treat everyone to lunch at the Longhai Grand Hotel today. All HR department members and interviewees are welcome. Don't be shy!"

"Really?"

"Master Huan, you're so cool!"

"I love you, Master Huan!"

The entire fifth floor was in a state of excitement, with everyone jubilant and elated.

The Longhai Grand Hotel was a high-end hotel that they couldn't easily afford.

Zhang Ning, who was behind him, couldn't help but pout, "Spending hundreds of thousands like this, you're really a spoiled rich kid."

"Someone praising me makes me feel good!" Yang Huan didn't mind, "If you praise me a few times, I might be so happy that I'll sleep with you, and then we'll be even."

"Who said you can sleep with me? I..." Zhang Ning's face turned red again.

"Are you really not letting me sleep with you? The price of not letting me sleep with you is to continue following me, 24/7, inseparably, and to follow my lead!" Yang Huan stared at the beauty with a mischievous smile, teasing her.

In short, she had no choice but to accept her fate. Zhang Ning decided not to argue and remained silent.

Yang Huan walked into the meeting room under everyone's watchful eyes. There were over sixty people present, all under thirty years old, some of whom were already departmental pillars.

"Master Huan, can we start?" The balding manager asked when Yang Huan sat down.

"Sure, let's start!" Yang Huan scanned the room, "The first question: In last night's World Cup final, when was the only goal scored? Who assisted who, and which foot was used to score the goal?"

This question had earned him three hundred million last night, and now he was using it to test others.

The balding manager was surprised. Was he interviewing football fans?

But he didn't dare to ask more and immediately passed on the question.

There was a commotion below. Many people were not football fans, and even those who were couldn't remember such detailed information.

Initially, there was a lot of discussion, but when it came to writing down the answers, everyone was very cautious. After all, everyone around them was a potential competitor, and they were afraid of being seen.

Soon, the answer sheets were delivered to Yang Huan. Many people had turned in blank sheets, and some had incomplete answers. Most only knew that Fabregas assisted Iniesta in scoring, but not the exact time or which foot Iniesta used.

"Master Huan, such a strict question, how could anyone answer it?"

"Or, let us use Baidu to search."

"Yes, we didn't prepare at all."

As the group below started to voice their opinions, Yang Huan pulled out one of the answer sheets. It clearly stated the time of the goal, the assist, and the foot used.

"He answered it well!" Yang Huan flipped to the top left corner of the A4 paper, where a messy name was written: Sun Yue.

Sun Yue soon came to Yang Huan's face. He was a 29-year-old man, average in appearance, average in image, and average in dress, the kind of person who would be hard to find in a crowd, with no special qualities.

The balding manager, being a sharp person, immediately retrieved Sun Yue's personnel file.

Yang Huan looked at it and saw that this guy was still in the probationary period and had shown no performance during the probationary period, clearly a poor performer in the company.

"Sun Yue, introduce yourself," Yang Huan said with interest.

Some people may be ordinary and unremarkable, but it doesn't mean they lack talent or ability. It's just that their talent and ability haven't been given a chance to shine, or their work history lacks a bit of luck.

"Sun Yue, 29 years old, graduated from a certain university, with a passion for football, and has worked in newspapers, television, and advertising companies."

"What do you think of last night's final?" Yang Huan asked.

"Spain's victory was well-deserved, and the Netherlands played too ugly!"

"What is your ideal football?"

Sun Yue almost didn't think before answering, "Attack, continuous attack, the most splendid and intense attack!"

"Good!" Yang Huan praised, standing up, "Tell me, what are you best at?"

"Watching football, marketing planning, and public relations."

"Then why have you been in the company for more than two months without any achievements?" Yang Huan asked with a smile.

Sun Yue looked at the crowd, gathered his courage, and said loudly, "I think the current system of the Yang Group is rigid, lacking the adventurous and enterprising spirit of the past, which is not suitable for young people to stand out. I have proposed several suggestions, but none of them have been approved by the department, with the reason being that they are too risky and do not align with the company's development strategy."

Yang Huan turned his head and looked at the balding manager, who then looked at one of his subordinates and finally got a positive response, confirming what Sun Yue had said.

"Sun Yue, you said that the Yang Group lacks the adventurous and enterprising spirit. Now, I'm giving you a chance. Leave the Yang Group and go abroad with me. We will create a new business. What do you think?"

"What kind of business?"

Yang Huan stared at Sun Yue confidently and said, "Buy a football team to play with and turn it into the most splendid, most aggressive, and most successful super club in the world!"

"Really?" Sun Yue was excited, "Master Huan, which team do you plan to buy? Barcelona or Real Madrid?"

"Oh, no, Barcelona and Real Madrid are member-owned clubs and can't be bought. German teams have restrictions, and Italian teams don't own their stadiums, so they are not acceptable. The Premier League is a good choice. Manchester United, Liverpool, Arsenal, Chelsea, and Manchester City are all options."

Yang Huan looked at Sun Yue, who was indeed a football fan and a very hardcore one, talking about football non-stop.

This was very much to Yang Huan's liking.

"My budget for buying a team is... this much!" Yang Huan held up three fingers.

"Three hundred million?" Sun Yue was shocked, "Pounds or euros?"

"Pounds, but not three hundred million!" Yang Huan remained calm.

"Could it be... three billion?" Sun Yue almost fell to his knees, "My goodness, forget it, just Manchester United, and buy all the top players to form three teams. One for the league, one for the Champions League, and one for the League Cup and FA Cup, and also the reserves."

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