Chapter 78: Killing the Master with Random Punches
Zhou Luoyao slammed the table and stood up:
"No? You think we don't have a backer?!"
Her eyes widened and her voice rose, "Damn it, we'll scare him to death if we tell him backstage!"
Jiang Tingwan sat in the office chair, tapping the keyboard with her fingertips without even raising her eyelids: "Come on, calm down."
She said calmly, "Hong Kong is a mixed bag, so it's normal for him to be cautious."
Zhou Luoyao came over unwillingly: "Then what are you going to do?"
Jiang Tingwan's lips curled slightly: "It doesn't matter if he doesn't cooperate now. Anyway, he has the endorsement, so we can take our time."
She closed her computer. "No hurry."
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In the afternoon, at the suburban horse farm.
Jiang Tingwan had just finished running a lap with a client and returned to the rest area when she ran into Xu Shao head-on.
"Hey, Miss Jiang is here too?"
Xu Shao walked over with a smile, "Would you like to play with us?"
It would naturally be a good thing to be able to have more contact with this group of people, Jiang Tingwan nodded in agreement.
It was not until she arrived at the horse farm that she saw Song Zhi was there too.
The man was dressed in black riding clothes, leading a jet-black horse. The tall and strong horse made his aura even more powerful.
"Will it?"
Song Zhi handed her a polo stick.
Jiang Tingwan took it and smiled slightly:
"Not really, but I can play with Mr. Song."
Song Zhi raised his eyebrows: "Okay."
He climbed onto the horse and looked down at her. "If you beat me, I'll let you pick any five events."
He dared to say that, obviously he was sure that she couldn't win.
After all, polo is not an ordinary equestrian sport. If you don’t have some financial resources and background, you really can’t afford to play it.
"Really?"
Jiang Tingwan jumped onto the horse with a slight smile on his lips.
"Then Mr. Song must keep his word."
She chose a pure white horse, gripped the club tightly, and smiled brightly and flamboyantly in the sunshine.
The sun shone obliquely on the green lawn, and tiny droplets of water splashed up when the horse's hooves stepped on the grass.
As soon as the referee blew the whistle, several horses rushed out like arrows.
Jiang Tingwan's white horse was a little hesitant at first and fell behind.
She bent down, her knees pressed against the horse's belly, and gathered the reins in her fingertips, as if soothing a sword drawn from its sheath.
"Miss Jiang, please don't fall."
Xu Shao smiled and passed by her, his golf club cutting through the air and hitting the ball far away.
Song Zhi's dark horse was like a flash of lightning and reached the midfield in the blink of an eye.
He swung sideways with a clean and neat posture, and the ball turned into a white shadow and flew straight to the goal.
"Swish!"
The white shadow was cut off in mid-air by another golf club.
Jiang Tingwan had caught up to him without him knowing. The white horse's front hooves were in the air, and her whole body was almost hanging outside the saddle, with the golf club raised at a tricky angle.
In the sunlight, her tense wrists were gilded, and the crisp sound of the polo club hitting the polo ball startled the egrets on the sidelines.
"pretty!"
Someone on the sidelines exclaimed.
Song Zhi turned around at this time.
The woman leaned over to spur the horse, her long hair flying in the wind, and she hit the polo ball accurately with the cue. Her movements were smooth and she was not at all nervous.
He was a little surprised, looking at the white figure galloping freely on the field, a hint of surprise and interest flashed in his eyes.
At this time, the girl had already ridden her horse towards the goal, her white riding coat filled with wind, like an open sail.
He narrowed his eyes, tapped the horse's belly with his boot heel and chased after it.
When the two horses rode side by side, grass clippings mixed with mud flew everywhere.
Jiang Tingwan suddenly loosened the reins and leaned to the right.
"Are you crazy?"
Song Zhi reached out and grabbed her arm.
She took advantage of this opportunity and swung the club upwards.
The polo ball flew past Song Zhi's ear, drew an exaggerated arc in the air, and landed accurately into the goal.
The whole audience was silent for a second.
The white horse stood up, Jiang Tingwan controlled the reins with one hand, and her hair stuck to her sweaty neck.
She swung the club at Song Zhi, her eyes squinting due to the sunlight and filled with cunning:
"Don't forget these five projects, Mr. Song."
Song Zhi's black horse pedaled impatiently.
He stared at her flushed cheeks and suddenly noticed that the base of her palm where she was holding the club was rubbed with blood marks.
"Are you pretending not to know?" he said in a deep voice.
"I really don't know how to do that."
Jiang Tingwan leaned over and patted Bai Ma's neck, "Isn't this just a random punch to the death of the master?"
A whistle sounded from the sidelines. Xu Shao rode over on horseback and smiled meaningfully:
"Old Song, did you capsize in the gutter?"
Song Zhi curled the corner of his mouth.
He took off his gloves, pulled out a handkerchief from the saddle bag and threw it to Jiang Tingwan.
"Next Monday, come and sign the contract.
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