After a conversation with Chen Wentao, Zhou Wang, who had started to form some initial ideas, felt increasingly cheerful and sincerely thanked Chen Wentao.
"Hearing you talk is better than reading ten books!"
"Haha, Mr. Zhou, you really have a sense of humor. What I said might not be entirely accurate, just for your reference!"
Chen Wentao waved his hand and then invited, "How about it, Mr. Zhou, want to take a shot?"
"I don’t really know how, forget it, Mr. Chen, you go and compete with Ms. Xie, I see she’s been waiting for you a long time."
"Mr. Zhou, you must be joking, with your demeanor, you look like you grew up in luxury. How could you not know how to play golf?"
Chen Wentao truly couldn’t believe it.
"It depends on the kind of golf. This kind, I really don’t know..."
Zhou Wang honestly shook his head.
Seeing Zhou Wang continually decline, Chen Wentao, who intended to use a round of golf to further his relationship with Zhou Wang, could only smile and give up, turning to find the female executive in the beauty industry to compete with.
The other six BSK shareholders paired up to play golf, leaving Zhou Wang momentarily idle. He took a deep breath of the fresh air on the lawn and turned to see Jiang Qingkui watching Zhang Shihao and the others swing their clubs with great interest. He walked over to her.
"What’s up, Qingkui, do you want to play?"
"I don’t really know how..."
Jiang Qingkui shook her head.
"I don’t either, how about we play a round?"
Zhou Wang wasn’t interested in being humiliated by playing with old hands like Zhang Shihao, but he thought it could be fun to have a little competition with Jiang Qingkui, since they were both inexperienced.
Since he was already there, he figured he might as well try it out.
Jiang Qingkui was instantly intrigued. The two of them grew up together, and she was the only one present who knew that Zhou Wang had no opportunity to play golf until at least before graduating from college.
Although Zhou Wang was rich now, he shouldn’t be lying to her.
"Want to give it a try?"
Jiang Qingkui hesitated and then nodded.
Zhou Wang waved to call over a caddie and asked to find a coach.
Even though they were just playing around, if they couldn’t even grip the club, they couldn’t play at all, so they at least needed a professional to give them some basic guidance.
Soon, a female coach in a white sports skirt arrived and was quite attractive. Of course, in front of Jiang Qingkui, she seemed dimmed.
During the coaching, the female coach showed interest in the young, handsome, obviously well-off Zhou Wang, but seeing that he didn’t spare her a glance, she could only put away her thoughts and focus on coaching them.
Normally, it takes at least two to three months for a beginner to start getting into golf, but naturally, Zhou Wang didn’t treat this as serious teaching, so half an hour later, when Jiang Qingkui had also mastered the basic swinging posture, Zhou Wang let the coach step aside.
"Boss, how about we aim for that hole?"
Jiang Qingkui pointed to a green about two to three hundred meters away in their field of vision, where they could barely see a spot with a flag.
Zhou Wang didn’t mind at all and nodded immediately.
Golf is a "stroke" game. That is, for the same distance to a hole, starting from the tee, the fewer strokes you take to get the golf ball into the hole, the better your score.
"Should we add a little bet this time?"
Jiang Qingkui asked suddenly before teeing off.
Zhou Wang’s eyes lit up, and he instantly got interested.
He clicked his tongue, thinking it seems like Jiang Qingkui still held a grudge over last time’s loss and wanted to recover her position.
But my dear Sister Qingkui, aren’t you afraid of getting in too deep?
In any case, Zhou Wang certainly wouldn’t refuse Jiang Qingkui, so he nodded immediately, "Alright, same rules as last time. The winner can make a reasonable request of the other."
Jiang Qingkui nodded, then turned around. Her legs were spread, about the width to fit a basketball.
Holding the club, Jiang Qingkui leaned forward, her back straight, and her slightly raised hips were tightly encased in jeans, presenting a "perfect" shape.
As Zhou Wang was slightly dazzled by her momentary sexiness, Jiang Qingkui twisted her waist and swung the club with her hands.
With Jiang Qingkui’s smooth and beautiful motion, the golf ball flew high into the air, drawing a stunning arc before landing far off on the green, with Zhou Wang watching in slight daze.
The so-called green is the elevated area where the hole is located.
...You could understand it as Jiang Qingkui having already placed the ball directly into the finals with that shot.
This is not an amateur’s level at all.
This perfect tee attracted the attention of Zhang Shihao and others nearby, who exclaimed and applauded.
Realizing he was caught in a trap, Zhou Wang couldn’t help but curse, "Qingkui, you set me up, there’s no way you ’don’t really know’ how to play golf. You’re too good!"
"I only took it as an elective in college, really haven’t played much..."
Jiang Qingkui looked innocent, but if you observed closely, you could see a hint of mischievousness in her clear eyes.
"This isn’t a game for me, I’m done!"
Zhou Wang grumbled, ready to drop his club and leave.
"Boss, are you chickening out?"
"...Who the hell is chickening out, I’m game, let’s continue!"
Knowing full well it was the crudest form of provocation, Zhou Wang still turned back.
"Alright, boss, it’s your turn to tee off!"