Chapter 38: Dragon Seven vs. Eleven - Cigarette Tail Burns Thighs, Xingmian Becomes a Male Model...
The accurate total score was calculated first, with a total score of 86 strokes over 18 holes, 14 strokes over par of 72, for a total of +14.
Everyone couldn't help but sigh when they saw this impressive result. The score was so stable after a whole day of competition. Although it wasn't the absolute best record, it was more than enough to beat that boy!
This was the last match of the day. After finishing his match, Wuwu casually tossed his stick aside, and someone immediately came to catch it. Several servants then came forward to offer him water and wipe his sweat. Wuwu glanced at the young man who had not yet finished his match in the distance, smiled disdainfully, and slowly walked to President Yan in the rest area.
Mr. Yan puffed on his cigar, the wrinkles on his face clearly expressing his satisfaction with Wuwu's performance this time.
"Good job." His approving gaze fell on Wuwu.
Today, he has already earned more than 20 million for the Yan family. Naturally, he was very high-profile. He raised his chin high and said proudly, "I thought I had collected 20 million today, but I didn't expect to make a profit in the end."
After he finished speaking, he turned and went to the restroom.
President Yan didn't take Lin Xingmian seriously at all, and just sighed to himself, "They actually let this kid in to gamble on football. I wonder if his father will give him a good beating tonight if he finds out he lost so much money! Hahaha..."
As soon as President Yan finished speaking, his calm and experienced laughter abruptly stopped, and he looked around in confusion.
An exaggerated frenzy and loud noises inexplicably erupted in the arena—
"Oh my god! Look! Look!! He's a genius!"
"My god! This is a score that only a human could achieve! I haven't seen such an outrageous score in a long time! It's terrifying!"
"I had no expectations for this young man, but it turns out he's a low-key master!"
"Hahaha, this is truly gratifying! The Yan Group has been all the rage today, winning so much money from all of us here, only to have it all taken away by some unknown child!"
"Hey, does anyone know this kid? Whose child is this?"
"Don't recognize me... I've never seen me before?"
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The noisy cheers and gloating voices made Old Yan unable to sit still any longer. He hurriedly stood up, stepped outside the parasol, took off his sunglasses, and squinted to carefully examine the large screen—
*Fish - Total score for 18 holes: 74 points
The large, conspicuous characters left General Yan stunned.
Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?
74 points?
What score is 74?
Is it really that easy to score 74 points?
He walked unsteadily and slumped back into the recliner, the joy on his face vanishing completely. The many bosses watching him make a fool of himself caused his face to tighten and turn ashen.
As soon as President Yan raised his hand, his secretary immediately bent down and came to him to listen carefully to his instructions.
"Go, go investigate his background for me! Find out who Sun Yichuan is! Get all the details out of him! Now!!"
The secretary was terrified after being yelled at by President Yan. She hurried away but bumped into Wuwu, who had just returned from the restroom.
She recognized him immediately as President Yan's secretary, grabbed his wrist, and asked in a deep voice, "Where are you going? What are you doing in such a hurry?"
Knowing he was in deep trouble, the secretary cried out, "It's Mr. Wuwu! Please come quickly! Something terrible has happened!"
Wuwu's heart skipped a beat; he instantly guessed it must be related to the final match. Could it be...?
No! There is absolutely no way I could lose!
His heart tightened, and he strode quickly toward the competition field—
The cheers around him failed to stir any emotion in Xingmian's heart. He put down his club, turned to look at the score on the screen, and let out a soft sigh of relief.
74 points has already surpassed his previous best historical score. He had been watching for a long time and deliberately chose to compare scores on a windless day. However, the score was indeed impressive. 86 is only 12 points away from 74, which is 12 million. It is still a bit short of his goal of 20 million. He has 3 million on hand that is waiting to be invested in Uncle Yang's ski resort and cannot be touched. So, he can only come back on a day with good weather.
He expressionlessly removed his attire, revealing that the hair under his sun hat had been repeatedly wet and dry. The intense concentration he had maintained throughout the afternoon had left him with a slight ache in his temples, which even the cool evening breeze could not alleviate.
He arrived at General Yan's side without making a mistake and saw the score difference on the screen.
"Damn it! That's what I call a son of a bitch!" he couldn't help but mutter under his breath, slamming his fist hard against the stone pillar.
When the fist was removed, there were some scattered bloodstains on the stone pillar.
The people who come here are all big gamblers. Wuwu's grandmother is in critical condition and her life hangs by a thread. It was Boss Yan who found him and said that as long as he helps him win the game, he will keep finding people to treat his grandmother. After winning so many games, it was just about to end today when an anonymous kid suddenly appeared!
He became emotional and suddenly knelt down in front of President Yan:
"Mr. Yan! Mr. Yan, you see... this isn't my fault. My performance has been consistent all day, without any mistakes. My grandma..."
However, before Wuwu could finish speaking, Yan Tingmeng kicked him away!
"Say it again, this isn't your problem?? Your best score is 73, and today you've been hovering around 80. You only beat the other guys because they're all trash! I hired you because of your 73! Now you can't even shoot that score every round and you still dare to call yourself perfect??"
Each player's best historical performance requires perfect timing, location, and circumstances to perform at their best on the day. The undisputed 73 score was three years ago, and maintaining an 80 score is already considered excellent. Who knew that such a dark horse would emerge today to take the lead?
Although he felt wronged, Wuwu could only swallow his anger. He cried and begged Yan Ting, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault! It's all my fault! But I won so many games today, and this kid beat me by 12 points, so we still made a profit. I'll help you make the money back next time, Mr. Yan. Please calm down, Mr. Yan, and don't stop my grandmother's treatment!"
Yan Ting's face remained gloomy. No one would feel good about this. What was supposed to be a sure thing in first place, with twenty million yuan safely in their pockets, now they had to hand over most of it to a greenhorn! Not only that, but they were also making a fool of the Yan Group in the eyes of those beasts!
It's so hard to swallow this anger!
He shoved the still-burning cigar against Wuwu's thigh, scalding it and burning his pants, leaving Wuwu's leg a bloody mess.
Wuwu could only cry out in pain, curling up on the ground and rolling around in agony.
The secretary who had just gone to question the club's boss, Sun Yichuan, returned, but he was alone; Sun Yichuan was nowhere to be seen.
Seeing Wuwu's pained expression, the secretary broke out in a cold sweat and stammered, "Mr. Yan, we can't get any information from Mr. Sun. He just said... he just said..."
"What did you only say?"
The secretary swallowed hard. "Just say that Mr. Yan lost, and deduct twelve million from today's winnings."
A sharp glint appeared in Yan Ting's eyes: "Can't find out? Heh, that makes things easier."
After saying that, he gave his secretary a look, and the secretary immediately understood and turned to go do his work.
"Wait a minute." Worried about potential repercussions, Yan Ting decided to hold back. "Give them a good beating, but don't kill them."
"Yes, Mr. Yan."
Yan Ting lay back in his chair, watching the beautiful sunset, and mentally planned how to get the boy to return his 12 million yuan to his pocket.
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After greeting Yu Xuan's second uncle, Xingmian picked up her coat, slung her golf club over her shoulder, and left.
His phone vibrated slightly on the way. He took it out to check and found that the twelve million he had won that day had been deposited into his account. In order to prevent his father from finding out about this money, he had specially used the card of the real estate developer's brother.
It wasn't in vain that I've worked so hard over the past month. Although the competition was fierce and I couldn't earn the full 20 million in one go, earning most of it is still good. I'll wait for the right opportunity to try again and raise enough money to give my aunt some first.
I need to find some time to properly thank Yu Xuan. If it weren't for him providing this opportunity, I wouldn't know how I would have been able to raise enough money to pay back my aunt in such a short time. He doesn't like to owe anyone anything, not even his own aunt!
Of course, I should earn money to pamper my own older sister!
As he walked, all the fatigue he hadn't felt during the month of hard training surged up at this moment. Looking up, he saw a 24-hour convenience store across the street, and he thought of his sister's small supermarket. Just imagining her amazed expression when she received the necklace made Lin Xingmian feel happy.
Okay, let's just go to the convenience store, buy a coffee, and sit down.
He draped his coat over the chair opposite him, leaned his golf club against it, and held his room-temperature latte in his hand. He couldn't help but glance at the cars that occasionally passed by on the road and sighed deeply.
Why is summer vacation so long?
I miss her so much...
Sigh, I bet my sister is having a sweet time with that guy surnamed Chen right now. Does she... ever think of me when she has a spare moment?
If only school could start sooner... No, forget it. Even if school started sooner, what right would I have to hang around her shop every day?
Actually, just being able to see her from afar every day and know that she is happy is enough. Her happiness is the best thing.
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It's raining heavily again in Mushui City today.
Mushui City is often cloudy and wet; that's how it is in summer—it doesn't stay sunny for more than two or three days before it starts raining heavily again.
There were unusually few customers today, so Ayu gave Jingjing a day off to go out and have fun, while she stayed at the shop by herself.
The computer was playing "Empresses in the Palace," and the tablet was playing piano music. She was slumped in her chair, resting her chin on the counter, staring at the endless rain outside. For the first time, she felt that such a leisurely day was incredibly boring.
Having this idea, she felt quite amazing.
How dare you! You think these wonderful years are boring?
Have they forgotten those days of being treated like cattle and horses?
Sigh, summer vacation is so long. I wonder where Xingmian is working a summer job now...
Could it be that he's carrying bricks on a construction site? That's hard work, but he can earn five thousand a month.
Or perhaps he's working as a waiter in a restaurant? No, no, Xingmian's talents extend far beyond that.
Could it be... Oh my god!
She suddenly sat up in her chair, startled by her own thoughts!
He's so handsome, could he have learned some random stuff online and ended up working as a male model in nightclubs?!
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Author's note: Lin Xingmian (sighing helplessly): Please excuse my rudeness; my sister has always been this outrageous.
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