Chapter 37： How did you talk to your son?

"A Huan, why do you want to call me today?"

Yang Wenfeng guessed the reason in his heart, but just pretended not to say, he asked the kid to speak for himself.

Don’t make every time you reach out to ask Lao Tzu for money, as if Lao Tzu owes you.

"Oh, nothing, it's the same thing. You said that you want to invest in my company. Now the company has added a few more businesses, and you need to invest more money in." Yang Huan said very frankly on the phone.

"How many more businesses have you invested in?" Yang Wenfeng was a little surprised.

Only a few days ago in the UK, how much business has he invested in?

I bought four limited-edition Aston Martins, bought Southampton, bought a Chinese restaurant, and invested money in Southampton to build a brand new training base, and then he signed in, and now he has to invest in new business ?

My God, my heart can't stand it!

Is this baby boy planning to smash all his belongings in the UK?

Yang Baoping and Yang Huan’s grandmother and mother were all by the side. After listening to Yang Wenfeng’s words, they were all very curious. Grandpa Yang Baoping even wanted to grab Yang Wenfeng’s mobile phone and ask them carefully.

"Say, what do you want to invest in?" Yang Wenfeng asked breathlessly.

"It’s nothing, I just feel that my life is a bit boring. I want to invest in a company to make a few games and software, and then release them for free so that more people can play with me. The investment is not too much. enough."

"Twelve million? RMB?" Yang Wenfeng felt a little better.

But Yang Huan's answer almost choked him.

"GBP!"

"One or two million pounds? And it's free, just because you are bored, want to find someone to play with you?"

Yang Wenfeng lost his voice a little, and his voice became louder, "You are too cheating!"

Everyone in the lobby of the Yang family also paid attention, especially Yang Huan’s mother, who was afraid that her son would upset Lao Tzu.

Yang Baoping hummed twice, "Who is cheating? How did you talk to your son?"

What Yang Wenfeng fears most is the old Communist father. This kind of fear has been there since he was a child, and he cannot change it when he grows up.

"Anyway, let me think about it." Yang Wenfeng said to his son on the phone.

He thinks he should think carefully, is he going to continue to let his son be so reckless outside?

Really thought that my family opened a bank? Can I print money myself?

"Well, you can think about it." But Yang Huan on the phone seemed calm, "In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't agree. I mortgage Southampton to the bank, so I can still get a loan, but I just ask you to invest. No interest is required."

"I..." Yang Wenfeng wanted to scold his mother after hearing this.

How do you say that the difference between your own father and the bank is just because you ask your father for money without paying interest?

I’m just a little better than the bank if you raise you after I’m born?

But his wife and dad were all around, he had to bear it.

Yang Baoping sighed in his heart when he saw him like this, and stretched out his hand, "I have never seen a dad like you. Give it to me. I will tell A Huan."

Yang Wenfeng angrily handed the phone to his father.

Yang Baoping reached out and grabbed the phone, leaned to his ear, and asked with a chuckle: "A Huan, are you bored over there?"

"It's not very boring, Grandpa, just suddenly became interested in making a few games."

Yang Baoping still smiled, "Then why is it free? Isn't it a loss?"

"It’s good to be free? It’s a **** if you don’t take advantage of it. Who in the world doesn’t like taking advantage of it? If it’s free, everyone will take advantage of you. The more people who come, the more you have to play?"

It's really a bit stupid to make money quickly.

Yang Baoping listened, he hummed, and nodded, "That's right, the more people there are, the more fun."

After a short pause, he made a decision on the spot, "Okay, leave your dad alone, I support you!"

"Okay, thank you Grandpa!" After speaking, Yang Huan hung up the phone cheerfully.

Yang Wenfeng didn't understand, "Dad, why do you always let him mess around?"

Yang Baoping sighed and pointed to his son, "You, you, the more you live, the more stubborn you are. Listen to what A Huan said, it’s free, and there will be more and more people. Everyone is rushing to take advantage. Is it still cheap?"

Yang Wenfeng was concerned and messed up. When his father said that, he was immediately awakened.

"Before I participated in a Longhai Entrepreneur Forum. Many people mentioned smartphone games. It is said that the Apple Store’s share of developers has exceeded one billion U.S. dollars, and this scale is still increasing rapidly. Many young entrepreneurs Choose to develop in this field."

At this point, Yang Wenfeng looked at his father, "Dad, do you think A Huan would like this market?"

"I don't know if it is possible, but I know that Shi Yuzhu relied on free online game market to get gold back then." Although Yang Baoping is getting older, he hasn't failed to keep up with the times.

"I think that since A Huan is interested, let him try it. Young people have time to try. I can say whether it is successful or not. But this spirit of courage to try cannot be bought with more money. Arrived."

Yang Wenfeng was ashamed when he heard it, and had to admit that at least he was inferior to his father in terms of educating children.

"By the way, Lao Zhuang called from Kyoto a few days ago and mentioned A Huan during a small chat. He said that he had seen A Huan several times in the newspaper recently and wanted to know the situation. I heard that Lao Zhuang’s granddaughter was also there. Study in the UK."

Yang Wenfeng opened his eyes when he heard it, "Dad, don't you guys..."

"Go, do our two old guys look like such feudal people? Young people these days can expect them to follow the instructions of their parents? Isn't this a joke?"

Yang Wenfeng was relieved when he heard that, he was afraid that these two old comrades-in-arms and old friends would suddenly want to have a kiss.

He knows better than anyone the reputation of his son in Longhai City over the past few years. He also knows that the reputation of the dealer’s granddaughter in Kyoto is very different. It is said that almost everyone who wants to go to the dealer to propose marriage is closed to the dealer’s door. The thresholds are all stepped off, why are there no relatives or relatives? But the dealer girl didn't see it.

In Yang Wenfeng's view, his precious son is still uncertain. He just needs to marry a gentle and virtuous person. He doesn't need to be too outstanding. The most important thing is a good helper who knows how to take care of others and keep the house.

"Don't worry, Wen Feng, the granddaughter of their dealer is good and outstanding, but Ahuan is not bad in our family. I can see that this kid has grown a lot recently. You, give him more opportunities and wait for him to break through. If the old dealer wants to get married with us, let them come by themselves."

At this point, Yang Baoping couldn't help but smile, he was looking forward to the scene when Lao Zhuang came to ask for a kiss.

This old man usually pulls his baby granddaughter like three to eight hundred thousand, just to frustrate his spirit.

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Huang Ying was holding a bag of design drawings in both hands, and stood in front of the University of Southampton pretty playfully.

Wearing a pair of light blue jeans, matched with a long-sleeved knit sweater in milk tea color, black straight hair, bangs are divided diagonally on two willow eyebrows, and underneath are a pair of tender eyes, like a jade nose, And the small red mouth that was slightly pursed, like a moon arc.

Last year, the University of Southampton had a selection of school flowers, and she was elected as an international student with high votes. There is no dispute.

This also made her famous all over the school overnight. Everyone knows that the School of Engineering has such a number one person.

Standing at the gate of the school, I felt the kind of male and female classmates coming and going around, admiring, or coveting, or envy, or jealous, all kinds of eyes, Huang Ying is very uncomfortable, if she can choose, she would rather hide Reading quietly in the library.

A red Ferrari roadster roared from a distance, and then quickly slammed the brakes in front of Huang Ying.

Accompanied by a harsh sound created by the intense friction between tires and asphalt pavement, the car stopped steadily, successfully attracting the attention of everyone in the audience.

"Hi, Ying, where are you going? I'll see you off!" In the car, a handsome British young man stood up from the driver's seat.

Huang Ying knew him, but did not answer, shook her head, took a step back, her head lowered slightly.

"Reject? It doesn't matter, I'll wait for you!" The British youth said with a smile.

He was really waiting there, looking at Huang Ying, with a smile on his mouth, he had been paying attention to this Chinese student for a long time.

She is very special, unlike many female international students who are eager to find a foreign boyfriend. After she came to the University of Southampton, she rarely saw him outside, usually in the dormitory, classroom, library, especially the library.

The entire University of Southampton knows that if they want to see her, they go to the library and wait.

I heard that her family is not very good. She opened a Chinese restaurant at home and didn't know where she opened it.

Huang Ying was a little bit untenable. When someone stared at her like this, she always felt as if there was a sting pricking herself, very awkward and uncomfortable.

A few minutes later, a black Volkswagen slowly approached from a distance and stopped behind Ferrari.

A middle-aged British driver got in and out of the car, "Excuse me, Miss Huang, I'm late."

Huang Ying pursed her mouth, shook her head lightly, and walked up without speaking.

The young British man sitting on the Ferrari snorted. The public...

"Miss Zhang said, let me take you directly to see the young master, she still has something to do." The driver ran over and opened the rear door for her.

Huang Ying heard a hint of panic in her eyes, but she quickly calmed down.

She doesn’t like to meet strangers very much, especially since this father talks a lot these days and he often sees Master Yang Huan in newspapers and on the Internet. Although there are no photos on the Internet or in newspapers, she unconsciously regards this The young master Yang Huan associates himself with the image of a broad young master who spends money like earth.

In many idol dramas and TV dramas, the actors of this kind of dude often look very sad.

Although she didn't have much contact with Zhang Ning, the two of them were a little bit like each other. From some of her speech and behavior, she could perceive that Sister Zhang Ning seemed to be forced to be with this young master Yang Huan with a woman's keen sixth sense. together.

This undoubtedly deepened her bad impression of Yang Huan.

A dude who only knows how to spend, and at the same time lustful!

With such a bad impression, she would inevitably feel a little restless in the car. She was worried in her heart. When she met the legendary Young Master Yang Huan, what would she like to say? Should I be more careful when speaking?

Amidst her uneasy heart, the black masses quickly walked through a residential area on the east side of Southampton University.

These residential areas are two-storey single-family buildings, many of which are leased to nearby students, but there are also some entrepreneurs who choose to locate their offices in such residential areas. Especially in recent years, college students are popular for entrepreneurship. There are many start-ups here. the company.

The driver seemed to have been here many times, and the Shumen Shulu stopped in front of a large three-story brick building.

"Well, it's here, go by yourself, I have to send Miss Zhang to Staplewood."

Huang Ying still didn't speak, and nodded. She knew that Sister Zhang Ning was in charge of finances. In addition to the work of Wangjiang Pavilion Chinese Restaurant, there were many other things to be busy.

Watching Huang Ying get off the car, the British driver shook his head and smiled, "What a silent little girl!"

Because the Chinese restaurant adopts Huang Ying's design, he has taken Huang Ying to Wangjiangge Chinese Restaurant many times, but he has never heard her say a word in the car.

But he wouldn't think that this little girl was silly in reading. On the contrary, anyone who saw her would have the first impression of the strong scrolling breath on her body, followed by her intelligent temperament.

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Huang Ying didn't know what the driver leaving behind was thinking. She timidly walked up the stairs, gently stretched out her white hand, and rang the doorbell twice. She did not dare to press too much for fear of being rude.

"Who?" An impatient voice came from the door.

The door opened, and the two people inside and outside the door were a little surprised at each other.

are all Chinese.

"Oh, you are what Ms. Zhang said, Huang Ying who sent the design drawings to Master Huan, right?" The glasses brother suddenly realized and laughed, "My name is Zhu Liangcheng, and everyone calls me Lao Zhu, also from the University of Southampton. , You can be regarded as your senior, come in and wait."

When Huang Ying heard it, she wanted to laugh, how could someone introduce herself as a pig?

But the status of senior, invisibly lowered her defense.

"Master Huan, Master Huan, someone is looking for it!"

After entering the door, passing the stairs, Zhu Liangcheng shouted loudly at the upper floor.

"Damn, they said that I was in retreat, shouting a fart, whoever comes will stay aside and wait for me!"

Yang Huan’s impatient response came from the floor.

Zhu Liangcheng turned his head and shrugged to Huang Ying. He had a good impression of this fresh and refined little girl.

"Master is in retreat. Go over there and wait for a while and make yourself a cup of coffee."

said, he was a little bit self-deprecating, "Our side is quite messy, it looks like a war."

Huang Ying could only smile helplessly.