Chapter 176： Retreat

"Master Huan..."

As soon as he got in the car, Long Wu looked at Yang Huan worriedly.

Although he did not dare to say, but his eyes betrayed him.

"Do you think I'm too impulsive?" Yang Huan, who was sitting in the back row of Rolls Royce, asked lightly.

Long Wu didn't dare to answer, it was a kind of default.

"I'm not that stupid yet, isn't it just five million downloads? It takes them every minute!"

Yang Huan is really confident about this.

Nowadays, the number of registered users of WeChat in the world is close to 300 million. With such a huge user base, are you afraid of not getting 5 million downloads?

"Zhu Liangcheng, Wang Lin and the others are really getting more and more mixed, and they have been in a game center for so long."

Originally, Yang Huan was reluctant to participate too much in the development and operation of WeChat. At most, he would provide some opinions.

But now it seems that these old boys are too inefficient.

Thinking about it, Yang Huan took out his phone again and called.

"Old Sun."

"Master Huan, have you arrived in London?" Sun Yue asked with concern over the phone.

"When I first arrived, I was blocked by a group of reporters in the waiting hall. I was so frustrated that I was so angry that I made a bet with them."

After finishing speaking, Yang Huan said briefly what happened.

"Too mighty and domineering, Master Huan!" Sun Yue over the phone was not at all embarrassed, but was very excited.

"That reporter must be dizzy, and now I guess he's still beating his chest at home!"

Yang Huan also smiled, and his mood immediately improved a lot, "Don't say, there are a few women, but Princess Taiping."

"Ha, that must be more pounding!" Sun Yue said ambiguously.

"Lao Sun, you have to fight better in this turnaround."

"Understand, Young Master Huan don't worry, I know what to do."

The corner of Yang Huan’s mouth raised, “That reporter is not a fool. They will definitely take some measures to suppress it, and they won’t help us publicize for free. Remember to increase your momentum.”

"No problem!" Sun Yue agreed happily.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Huan's mood improved.

But Long Wu wondered a bit and didn't understand.

"Master Huan, what if you lose?"

"Lose?" Yang Huan sneered and shook his head. "Let’s not say that I don’t think I will lose. Even if I really lose, then what? It’s a big deal. I’m willing to gamble and give up. I really apologize in the report, but you have to know. Apologizing for reporting is also a form of advertising."

Now in the Internet age, what matters is exposure and attention. Who cares whether it is good news or scandal?

Even many celebrities, many companies, didn't they become popular because of the scandal?

In Yang Huan's previous life, how did Sister Furong and Sister Feng become popular?

Some people say it is a product of the Internet and think they dare to pretend to be ugly.

But if you go further and look at the Hong Kong film era, the reason why Star Master’s nonsensical comedy is so popular is not to pretend to be ugly?

It's just that the Star Lord didn't pretend, and let the green leaves around him pretend.

After all, this is a way to cater to the mentality of the general public.

So, the scandal is not terrible at all, it depends on how you go about PR.

Relatively speaking, publishing a newspaper and an apology is simply a piece of cake, an excellent PR meeting.

Long Wu didn't understand what Yang Huan was saying at all, but when he listened, he felt that there seemed to be such a point.

And after following Yang Huan for a long time, he gradually believed that as long as it was something Young Master Huan felt reasonable, it basically couldn't be wrong, so he didn't worry anymore.

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Southampton, WeChat company headquarters.

"I want to make a very, very simple game, hit a plane!"

As soon as Yang Huan returned to Southampton, he called several WeChat executives and technicians, as well as executives from game companies, to gather in a conference room for a meeting overnight.

"The screen is hand-painted in black and white. No complicated skills or complicated props are required. Users don't need to select and set their own aircraft. They start the game directly after starting."

"There are three types of hostile aircraft, small, medium and large. The three types of aircraft have different protection and scores. There are also several auxiliary props. There are no fixed play methods and tasks. Each user can play five rounds in a row. After five rounds, you need to wait. It takes a few minutes to play another round, or you can directly ask your WeChat friends for a plane."

"The results obtained by the user by flying can be directly posted on the WeChat Moments, and at the same time enter the real-time updated friend rankings, and the rankings are cleared once a week."

As soon as Yang Huan's voice fell, everyone in the conference room was dumbfounded.

So simple?

"Master Huan, that's it?" Lars Le Pinning couldn't believe it.

Is this too simple?

"That's it!" Yang Huan said very confidently.

Everyone in the room couldn't believe it. Can such a simple game become popular?

"I want to see this game within three days. After my test, I will publish it on WeChat’s game center for testing. WeChat and Temur Hausla’s analysis team will test all users. Analyze the data to get the user data we want."

A popular game is very important for users' behavior habits and data analysis.

It can even be said to be the key to success or failure.

Yang Huan’s launch of the plane-hailing program is to test the users of WeChat Game Center to obtain the most accurate data.

"Also, from now on, I am going to retreat, nothing is wrong, don't bother me!"

After speaking, Yang Huan greeted Ras Lepinning, Temur Hausla and others to join the game company.

He decided to launch a brand new game at the same time that the Zhilong Lost City was changed.

This time, he wants everyone who thinks he has exhausted his talents to see clearly!

As for flying, it's just fun.

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Sanya, Hainan, China.

"Yes, this time I want to let the media all over the world notice this bet within 24 hours, and try to promote it as loudly as possible. It's best to describe our young master Huan as arrogant."

"Yeah, yes, but don't go too far. Remember to be a hint of someone else. Master Huan was bombarded by the media. You must point this out, otherwise Master Huan's image will freeze!"

"Okay, let's do it, hurry up and prepare manpower, we must attract attention within 24 hours!"

Sun Yue put down the call to the British marketing company with a sigh of relief, and turned around, only to find Zhang Ningqiao standing behind him.

"Miss Zhang." Sun Yue was a little surprised.

"What gambling? Why do you want to portray Young Master Huan as arrogant and domineering?" Zhang Ning's tone was a little unkind.

That was Yang Huan, she couldn't bear such insults to her beloved man anyway.

Sun Yue smiled and motioned to Zhang Ning to sit down, "This is a public relations and propaganda battle."

"What the **** is going on?" Zhang Ning was a little worried.

Sun Yue immediately explained the causes and consequences of the whole incident.

Zhang Ning shook his head and sighed in anxious and helpless manner, "This guy is too troublesome. He caused such a big thing just after he went back. That is the British paparazzi, the ancestor of the paparazzi in the world!"

"So what?" Sun Yue chuckled, "I think Young Master Huan is doing very smart this time."

"What do you mean?"

"Won, become famous in one fell swoop, and lost without loss."

"How can there be no loss? I have to post the report and apologize."

"Apologizing for the report is also a good PR meeting. Maybe the gains are more than winning."

Sun Yue is a marketing expert, and he has a clearer view of many links here than ordinary people.

"But it's not a good thing to be so blatantly against a dozen British newspapers, right?" Zhang Ning was still a little worried.

As a woman, like all women, she hopes that her man will be safe and free from wind and waves.

But that guy is not a person who doesn't care much.

"If you offend, you can offend. Anyway, those guys can't say good things about us. If that's the case, let them speak bad things about us, because as long as they talk, it will be good for us!"

Zhang Ning pursed his mouth and sighed, "Where is he now?"

"It is estimated that we will go to retreat!" Sun Yue smiled.

Retreat?

This is usually the precursor to Yang Huan's ultimate move!

In fact, Zhang Ning made a caring call and Yang Huan's cell phone was turned off.

"Hello, I am in retreat. Please leave a message if you have anything. I will reply to you as soon as possible after I leave the customs."

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"What? He actually bet with more than a dozen newspaper reporters?"

At her home in Southampton, Charlene Laheri received a phone call from a colleague, and she was taken aback when she learned that Yang Huan had gambling with more than a dozen newspapers.

This thing is really crazy!

You know, in Britain, no one dares to offend newspapers and reporters easily.

Even the hottest-tempered Ferguson is good enough, right?

But Ferguson only dared to offend and Manchester Evening News, and he had to be polite to other newspapers.

But you, Yang Huan, did well, and you offended a lot of it all at once. Do you feel that your troubles are not enough?

"Tonight I will write a column overnight, about this matter, help me wait in the newspaper tomorrow."

Charlene Laherit sighed. She felt that she should write an article, at least to defend him.

After hanging up the phone, wearing a loose **** pajamas, she sat up from the bed.

It seems that I have to start working overtime again to stay up late tonight!

All thanks to you, Master Huan!

Thinking about it, she picked up the phone and called Yang Huan.

At least before writing the article, she must first understand the situation.

"Hello, I am in retreat. Please leave a message if you have anything. I will reply to you as soon as possible after I leave the customs."

Retreat?

What the hell?

Is it practising some powerful Chinese Kungfu?

"This is Charlene, please call me as soon as possible, thank you!"

But waiting left and right, still did not wait for the call.

"What the **** is this guy doing?" Charlene Lahiri couldn't wait any longer.

Time was too late, and she could only write about it based on the urine of the British paparazzi.

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Wangjiang Pavilion, Southampton.

"Hello, is it Miss Huang Ying?"

"Yes, I am, may I ask, who are you?"

The person on the phone was very polite, "Hello, this is Norman Foster."

"Norman... Mr. Foster..." Huang Ying was dumbfounded.

The famous Norman Foster actually called her in person?

How is this possible?

Unscientific!

Because she is just a little-known person, how could Norman Foster call her?

"Miss Huang Ying, I have some major engineering projects on hand that require manpower, so I want to invite you to join my team. I wonder if you are interested?" Norman Foster asked with a smile.

Join Foster + Partners?

Huang Ying opened her eyes wide, and her mouth opened, too shocked.

Can I join Norman Foster's architectural firm? Learn from this British national treasure-level architect?

Oh my god, am I dreaming?

She squeezed her pink cheek very hard, which hurts.

This is real!

Oh my God, I'm really not dreaming!

I can really study with Norman Foster!

She was too excited to think about things.

Even at the Norman Foster on the phone, she smirked cheerfully, unable to answer the question.

In the end just vaguely heard, Norman Foster said.

"Please greet Master Yang Huan for me."

Then, the phone hung up.

Master Huan? !

Huang Ying is stupid!

He even remembered and actually introduced her to Foster & Partners.

At this moment, this silly girl was really moved to cry.

This has always been her dream.

Which architect does not want to study with Norman Foster?

He grabbed the phone, found Yang Huan's name in the address book, and called.

"Hello, I am in retreat. Please leave a message if you have anything to do. I will reply to you as soon as possible after I leave the customs." ()