The Dragon from Hell

"What's the hurry?"

Bai Jingtian took a puff of his cigar and smiled uninhibitedly: "Since we're here, of course we have to play a few balls first."

He was relaxed and not impatient, as if he really came here to play today.

Zhang Hang also endured it, in order not to give the other party a chance to talk: "Okay, since Master Bai has spoken, I will play a few rounds with you."

The assistant at the side had someone bring fruit, and the girl next to Bai Jingtian picked it up with her slender jade fingers and fed it into her mouth: "Hey, we have to play."

"But we play, but there must be some prizes, right?"

"I heard that Master Zhang is an expert. If there is no excitement, how can you live up to your reputation as an expert?"

Zhang Hang had already talked about the other party and was definitely not just for playing, and he was mentally prepared: "Okay, then tell me, how do you play?"

"Simple." Bai Jingtian spit out the fruit core with a "puff", completely ignoring Zhang Hang who was still sitting He said to the other side: "We came here today for that piece of land. In this case, why not use that piece of land as a bet."

Zhang Hang's face looked even worse: "Mr. Bai, isn't this too frivolous?"

"Don't worry, I certainly won't use a game to threaten you to withdraw from the competition for this piece of land."

Bai Jingtian smiled: "Let's do this. The reserve price of this piece of land is 20 million, and the starting price is 2 million."

"Let's decide by the score later. If we lose one point, we will get 2 million. Let's treat it as a warm-up for the subsequent auction. How about it?"

Hearing that the other party did not use the qualification to participate in the auction as a bargaining chip, Zhang Hang breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in agreement.

"In this case, Mr. Bai, please."

But Bai Jingtian had no intention of leaving at all. He just waved his hand, and the middle-aged man stood up: "I won't play anymore. I still prefer to watch. Let my little brother play with you."

Zhang Hang's face froze.

This middle-aged man is obviously Bai Jingtian's subordinate. He didn't make a move, but let Zhang Hang play with his subordinates. It's obvious that he disdains to associate with Zhang Hang.

In his opinion, although they are both second- and third-generation, Zhang Hang's status is far different from his.

One is a son of a family with a hundred-year inheritance, the elderly at home are still alive, and there is a big umbrella over his head to enjoy the coolness.

The other is the son of a nouveau riche. It doesn't matter if he has money or not. He is just a piece of fat meat that can be slaughtered at will.

And this piece of fat meat of the Zhang family will be eaten by him sooner or later, so there is no need to be polite to Zhang Hang now.

He is not qualified.

Even the few girls who followed him showed disdain even though they knew Zhang Hang's identity.

"My dears, do you also want to see Young Master Zhang show us his superb golf skills?"

"Come on, the son of the richest man in Qingcheng is performing for us personally, you have to show some appreciation."

"Come on, applaud!"

Bai Jingtian sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, with four beauties in his arms, looking at Zhang Hang as a clown.

Several women said to Zhang Hang with a sweet smile:

"Young Master Zhang, come on, don't lose too badly."

"I hope Young Master Zhang plays better, so we won't be bored."

"Young Master Zhang, you've worked hard, do your best."

Zhang Hang had already stood up, and now he couldn't move or stay still.

At this time, a hand reached out and took the club from Zhang Hang, saying lightly: "Young Master Zhang, you take a break, I'll do it."

Zhang Hang was a little surprised and looked back at Qin Feng.

Originally, he just brought Qin Feng to give him courage, but he didn't expect that he would be willing to lower his status and take the initiative to help him.

But then he said with a bitter face: "Brother Feng, didn't you say you can't play golf?"

"Why, are you afraid of losing?"

"I'm definitely not afraid of losing money, but I'm afraid of losing face..."

Zhang Hang told the truth.

One point is two million, ten points is only twenty million.

The Zhang family can still afford to lose this amount of money.

But if he loses now, he will be suppressed when talking to Bai Jingtian.

Qin Feng didn't say much, patted his shoulder: "Take a rest."

Zhang Hang had no choice but to let him go.

Bai Jingtian didn't notice this person at first, and thought he was Zhang Hang's men.

But when he heard Zhang Hang actually call him "brother", he suddenly became curious: "I heard that Master Zhang is the only son, when did he have a brother?"

Qin Feng glanced at him calmly: "We have wasted enough time, so stop talking nonsense."

As soon as the voice fell, the female secretary shouted again, her beautiful eyes wide open: "How dare you! Who are you to talk to Master Bai like this!"

This time An Jiuxiao was not happy, and he came up to argue with this woman, but was stopped by Qin Feng.

Qin Feng looked at this coldlyThe female secretary glanced at him and said quietly, "Since you are a woman, this is the second time. The third time is the limit."

After that, he took the golf club and walked towards the middle-aged man.

The two looked at each other, although they were silent, but sparks flew.

"Please."

The two moved to the court. Zhang Hang was worried and hurriedly followed.

An Jiuxiao naturally would not stay here alone, so he hurried to follow.

Bai Jingtian sat on the sofa, very unhappy.

The tone and attitude of Qin Feng's words to him just now showed that he did not take him seriously at all.

People like him usually hear flattery, fawning and flattery. Even though he had humiliated Zhang Hang several times since he entered the door, he did not dare to confront him and could only endure it.

But a follower actually dared to talk back to him directly...

It was boring to stay in the room, so he also got up with a group of beautiful women.

Before leaving, he said to the old man who was standing in the corner and trying to reduce his presence: "Old Bai, after leaving the court, Zhang Hang can keep half his life, but the boy just now must die."

After saying that, he didn't wait for the old man to respond, and he hugged the woman and went out.

The old man originally felt boring, just standing there in a daze.

But after hearing Bai Jingtian's words, he sighed helplessly: "Young people nowadays are too impulsive. For a breath, a life... It's not worth it."

After saying that, he walked out of the room, but did not keep up with the main force, but disappeared in a corner of the court.

A group of people came to the court, and Qin Feng and the middle-aged man were already in place.

It can be seen that the middle-aged man should also be an intermediate and advanced player, whether it is the action of holding the club or the posture of hitting the ball, he is very professional.

The first ball flew out with a "bang", and his body was agile and full of strength.

"Good shot!"

Only after the first shot, Bai Jingtian cheered and was very satisfied.

He flew out with the ball, very close to the hole, and almost did not roll after landing, as if it was stuck straight into the ground.

The middle-aged man was neither sad nor happy, but nodded calmly after seeing the ball landed in the position he wanted.

Qin Feng watched from the side, and suddenly turned back to ask Zhang Hang: "So, as long as you hit the ball into the hole, it's fine, right?"