Chen Ke was on the verge of madness.

"You've never even touched a golf club, and you're telling me you're a golfing expert? Are you out of your mind?"

Yang Fei rolled his eyes.

"Just playing around, after all, it's not me who'll accompany the guests if I lose."

"You bastard, I'm going all out against you."

Chen Ke felt like she had been struck by lightning, and even thought about dying.

She charged straight at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei stepped back, watching her with a smile.

"Stay cool, stay cool. The match hasn't even started yet, how do you know I can't win?"

Chen Ke's eyes filled with tears of frustration and anger.

"You don't even know how to hold a club, how can you beat Chen Dingwen?"

"I'm dead because of you."

While the two were arguing, Chen Dingwen's voice carried over from afar.

"Both of you, I'm ready. Shall we start the match?"

Chen Ke grabbed Yang Fei's clothes tightly, grinding her teeth.

"It's even more embarrassing to back out now. Listen to me, just pretend for a bit, and then give up."

"Don't cause me any more trouble, I'll deal with you later when we return."

As she spoke, she let go of Yang Fei's shirt.

Then, Chen Ke stomped her foot, twisted her small waist, and without looking back, walked towards Chen Dingwen.

Yang Fei shook his head as he watched her graceful figure.

"Why don't you believe in my skills?"

"With this kind of trick, I could make Chen Dingwen cry."

Chen Dingwen, full of confidence, began to play golf.

It had to be said, Chen Dingwen was indeed a master.

His posture was standard, his swings powerful and precise, and he had great control over force and accuracy.

This guy, in order to secure a date with Chen Ke, also took this match very seriously.

He cherished every opportunity to score a goal.

Nearly every shot Chen Dingwen made was within three or four strokes.

A golf master like Chen Dingwen was a rare sight.

In less than three or four minutes, it instantly attracted quite a few spectators.

The onlookers were both male and female, nearly all of them wealthy and influential individuals.

A few of them were also business acquaintances of Chen Ke.

After exchanging greetings, they all enthusiastically watched Chen Dingwen play.

Seeing the growing number of spectators, Chen Dingwen became even more spirited.

He deliberately showed off his golfing skills, hitting several balls straight into the hole in just three strokes.

The spectators, regardless of gender, were almost all golf connoisseurs.

They all praised Chen Dingwen's exquisite skills.

"Who is this guy, his skills are incredible."

"I know this boss, the Vice President of Silk Road Group Company, named Chen Dingwen. He has a large family and business, and is a big shot in the garment manufacturing industry."

"Damn, those skills, almost on par with professional athletes, impressive."

...

Hearing the whispers of the crowd, Chen Ke's face turned pale and she couldn't help but glance at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei was lying lazily on the grass.

He was chewing on a blade of grass, hands pillowed behind his head, as if he didn't care at all about the match.

Chen Ke couldn't help feeling bitter inside.

It seemed this jerk didn't take the match seriously at all.

Remembering their dispute, Chen Ke realized it clearly.

This time, she was sold out by this guy.

Soon, Chen Dingwen sunk the ball into eighteen holes, using only sixty-one strokes in total.

This impressive achievement was nearly on par with professional golfers.

You should know, even the top national golfers require around fifty-something strokes to sink the ball into eighteen holes.

Chen Dingwen's skills were enough to compete with professional players.

Inside the golf course, a round of enthusiastic applause broke out.

Many golf enthusiasts gave Chen Dingwen a thumbs-up.

Chen Dingwen's face glowed with pride.

He humbly waved to everyone and then handed the golf club to Yang Fei.

He signaled to Yang Fei that he could start the game.

Chen Dingwen's eyes flicked to Chen Ke, a clear smile on his face.

Chen Ke's face turned pale, clinging to a sliver of hope as she stared at Yang Fei.

The audience present had all heard the story behind the event.

Once they knew that Yang Fei was Chen Dingwen's opponent, everyone's eyes were fixed on Yang Fei.

Under everyone's gaze,

Yang Fei swung the golf club and walked up to the first ball.

He imitated Chen Dingwen's stance and took aim at the white golf ball with a flourish, raising the club high.

Seeing his standard posture, seemingly professional, Chen Ke felt her hopes rising a bit more.

Chen Ke began to pray, wondering if this guy had practiced before.

He didn't necessarily have to beat Chen Dingwen, just not embarrass himself too badly.

Whoosh!

Yang Fei swung down, but he missed the ball completely.

The golf ball remained perfectly still in its spot.

Whoosh!

Laughter burst from countless throats.

Even the worst players would at least hit the ball, but this guy hadn't even grazed it!

This guy was a rookie among rookies!

Chen Ke groaned softly, covering her forehead, feeling darkness looming before her eyes.

She had already guessed that Yang Fei couldn't play golf.

But Chen Ke had not expected his skills to be so disastrously bad!

"Tsk tsk, this guy is so embarrassed, he probably doesn't even know how to hold the club, right?"

"Dying of laughter here, this kind of person has the nerve to come on the golf course and compete with others, has he gone mad?"

"Just look at his silly appearance, you know this type of person is not fit for playing golf at all."

...

Countless men and women turned Yang Fei into a laughingstock.

Recognizing his Yalan International uniform, they mocked Yalan International along with him.

Yang Fei seemed not to hear the crowd's comments.

He focused on raising the club again, then swung with all his might.

Whoosh!

This time, it was another miss.

The golf ball, once again, stayed perfectly still in its place.

Whoosh!

The onlookers enjoying the show laughed even harder, practically rolling on the ground.

Did this guy come to play golf or to make a fool of himself?

Chen Ke was near madness.

This guy was wearing a Yalan International uniform.

Not only had he humiliated himself, but he had also dragged down the entire company's reputation with him.

She was ready to rush forward at all costs and pull Yang Fei down.

Chen Dingwen walked over to her side, a smug smile on his face.

"Ke'er, it seems that your PR department employee really can't play golf, can he?"

"No worries, we'll sign the contract just the same, but you can't refuse tonight's date now, okay?"

Chen Ke was both angry and frustrated.

Before she could speak, Yang Fei, not far away, raised the club again, undeterred.

He swung forcefully.

This time, the golf ball on the ground was struck by the club.

The entire golf ball was launched into the air, spinning rapidly like a bullet, and directly smashed into a hole over five hundred meters away.

Damn, a hole-in-one!

Chen Ke's mouth hung open, unable to speak as she pointed toward the distance.

Chen Dingwen turned quickly to look, his eyes widening at the sight.

The expression on Chen Dingwen's face was priceless, drawing in a sharp breath of air through his teeth.

Monster, how did he do that?

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