The world of Chinese style creates a prosperous era for girl groups

"Xiao Mengyan has a good appetite. You had a bowl of tofu pudding and three steamed buns in the morning. Can you still eat a piece of cake?" Zhao Yishen had just had breakfast at the Qingfeng Steamed Bun Shop, and he was surprised to see that Xiao Mengyan could still eat.

"The point is that Xiao Mengyan eats so much but doesn't gain weight. This makes me especially jealous. As long as I eat a little more, my weight will soar." Zeng Jingyi looked at Xiao Mengyan with envy.

"This is the benefit of exercising more. Is Xiao Mengyan still working out now? She's rock climbing, right?" Zhao Yishen also looked at Xiao Mengyan lovingly.

Xiao Mengyan, with her mouth full of cake, hummed twice in response.

Zeng Jingyi stroked her hair and said, "Xiao Mengyan has been training hard and will participate in an amateur competition next week. I can't do that and have been left far behind by Xiao Mengyan."

"There's a competition next week. Is it in Yancheng? If so, let's all go and cheer you on. Come on!" Sister Fei clenched her fist.

Xiao Mengyan still said "hmm" twice, but this time she nodded.

When we went to Yuhang to watch the Asian Games, not only Xiao Mengyan and Zeng Jingyi learned rock climbing together, but also Tang Wanqi who has passed away! It's a pity that she has passed away now, which makes people sigh.

Perhaps fearing that Xia Haoyang would be saddened by the scene, Zeng Jingyi took the initiative to change the subject, "Sister Fei, do you usually drive to work or take the subway? I remember you said you lived in Huoqiying?"

At this time, everyone has arrived at the seventh floor where the company is located. "My home is actually in the suburbs. A relative of mine lives in the Firearm Camp. I lived there at that time, but now I have moved out and rented a house near the company. It's very convenient."

"I remember that you brought me some persimmons to eat after the Chinese New Year. You are from Fangshan, right? Fangshan persimmons are the most famous near Yancheng." Zhao Yishen recalled.

"Yes, Mr. Xie, do you still remember? That is the famous Mopan Persimmon in our local area. Isn't it delicious?" Sister Fei smiled happily.

"Big, sweet, and juicy, very good."

As soon as they entered the company, a phone call came from the front desk. Sister Fei took the initiative to pick up the phone: "Hello, Fat Cat Studio, who are you looking for?"

"Looking for Mr. Xia? Who are you?" Sister Fei glanced at Xia Haoyang who was standing next to her.

"Is that Vice President Zhang from the Guoan Club?" Sister Fei blinked and deliberately raised her voice a little.

Xia Haoyang, who was originally walking towards his office, turned around and came to the front desk, nodding for him to answer the phone.

"Okay, I'll give the call to President Xia right away. Please wait."

Xia Haoyang took the phone: "Hello? Is this Teacher Zhang Lu?"

Zhang Lu, also known as Zhang Hehe, vice chairman of the Beijing Guoan Football Club, is more widely known for being a football commentator on CCTV and a certain video website.

"Are you talking about yesterday's Chinese Super League, where Guoan lost 1:5 to Shanghai SIPG, and the fans made trouble after the game, wanting the club to increase its investment?" Xia Haoyang frowned.

"It's not impossible to invest. Why didn't Mr. Ma call me? He knows my cell phone number."

"Okay, I understand. I'll come to the club later. Thank you, Teacher Zhang Lu. Teacher Zhang Lu, please remember my cell phone number. If you have any questions in the future, just call me directly. Yes, 139XXXX0422."

"Okay, let's contact each other. I'll come right over after I finish my work at the company. Meeting? Let's schedule the meeting in the afternoon. I'll come over in the morning to learn about the situation. Okay, that's it."

"What's the matter, Fatty?" Zhao Yishen had been standing nearby without leaving.

"Hi, yesterday in the Chinese Super League, Guoan lost 1:5 to SIPG. It is estimated that this season's league championship is gone. The fans are making trouble, wanting the club to invest and hold the head coach accountable, so there is some minor turmoil in the club. Teacher Zhang Lu called me, and I will go to the club to take a look later." Xia Haoyang answered easily.

"The worst that can happen is additional investment. It won't cost much." Zhao Yishen also looked relaxed.

"Shenzi, it's more important to finalize the university matter. Have you chosen the venue yet?"

"The Education Bureau has suggested several places. Haven't Old Xie and Xiao Yuzi been running around these days to check the actual situation? There should be feedback from Old Xie today."

"Okay then, I'll leave these matters to you. I'll go directly to the Guoan Club later."

After Xia Haoyang took over the Guoan Club, he did not come to the club very often. First, Guoan has a complete management team, and second, Xia Haoyang has expressed to both the club and the fans that he will not interfere with the normal operation of the club and will not guide the experts.

Apart from the fact that Xia Haoyang made the final decision to buy a young striker some time ago, he did not interfere with other matters. The young international striker Yuri Lamu was one of the candidates provided by the club, and it was not a blind decision made by Xia Haoyang. It is said that Guoan fans also like the young international players who are hardworking and dedicated and always actively running on the court.

Xia Haoyang came to his own office in the club. He had not sat in this room for more than half a year. This office was much more luxurious than his office in Fat Cat Studio.

From the moment he stepped into this spacious and luxurious president's office, his eyes were attracted by every detail of the office.

The huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows allow sunlight to shine into the room, illuminating the exquisite carpets and elegant furniture; gorgeous crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, emitting dazzling light; the desk is decorated with expensive antiques and decorations, showing taste and status; behind the large mahogany desk is a large bookcase that takes up an entire wall, and it is filled with a dazzling array of books.

Xia Haoyang picked up a book at random and flipped through it. It was not a prop book for show, but why would a football club boss have a copy of "History of Chinese Architecture" written by Liang Sicheng in his office? Just for show? Xia Haoyang smiled, then put the book back on the shelf and sat down on a wide and tall chair with a cushion on it. This design was good. In the past, I always sat on a hard chair in the company and my butt hurt after a long time. Looking at everything around him, feeling the luxurious atmosphere, he felt as if he was in a noble domain.

Xia Haoyang didn't sigh for long before the executive president of the Guoan Club, Mr. Ma, knocked on the door of Xia Haoyang's office.

"Come in." Xia Haoyang sat up straighter and his expression became serious. Looking at the middle-aged Mr. Ma who walked in, he always felt like he was walking on thin ice and was trembling with fear.

"Mr. Ma, please sit down. Didn't you sleep well last night?" Xia Haoyang smiled, trying to dispel Mr. Ma's concerns and uneasiness.

"To be honest, Mr. Xia, I have been suffering from insomnia for some time." Mr. Ma smiled awkwardly.